• La Guerre (4) ee cummings

    La Guerre IV little ladies more than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à la voix fragile qui chatouille Des Italiens the putain with the ivory throat Marie Louise Lallemand n’est-ce pas que je suis belle chéri? les anglais m’aiment tous,les américains aussi…”bon dos, bon cul de Paris”(Marie Vierge…

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  • La Guerre (3) ee cummings

      La Guerre III the bigness of cannon is skilful, but i have seen death’s clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility of poppies… i say that sometimes on these long talkative animals are laid fists of huger silence. I have seen all the silence filled with vivid noiseless boys at Roupy i have…

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  • La Guerre (2) ee cummings

    La Guerre II earth like a tipsy biddy with an old mop punching underneath conventions exposes hidden obscenities nudging into neglected sentiments brings to light dusty heroism and finally colliding with the most expensive furniture upsets a crucifix which smashes into several pieces and is hurriedly picked up and thrown on the ash-heap where likes…

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  • Diary of a Poet: Entry 1

    I’ve never a writer who is technically proficient in my chosen form: poetry. I’ve taken a couple of poetry classes. The main thing I remember from them is my word choices for a sestina exercise. My classmates came with serious pieces. Me? My sestina was based on  song titles from The Beastie Boys’ Licensed to…

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  • Weaver Woman

    I weave words like a west african market woman selling you my vision, my mangoes, my papayas, even my coconuts. My finished product can be held up to the sun, illuminated, made to shine. The skins of my poems have been submerged in mud then laid at the bottom of the baobab tree to dry…

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  • I was on Goodreads early this morning and saw a poem by ee cummings that was absolutely lovely. Possessing as I do E.E. Cummings: Complete Poems, I went in search of it. It’s one of a 5 part poem called La Guerre. I will post one part of the poem each day for the next…

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  • Even though I love that the fact that it is no way, shape or form landlocked, Boston has never been my favorite place to live. I’ve never been able to put my finger on exactly why. We (the city and I) have simply been at odds. Despite that fact, I currently reside in Greater Boston;…

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  • African Reading Challenge

    I have been deficient. The deficiency is particularly sad because I, an African woman, should be further along in meeting the African reading challenge than I am.  To be honest, most of my current reading is research for my next book but still… Therefore, after I finish the book I”m currently reading, A City So Grand,…

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  • Originally posted on The Crunk Feminist Collective: The author on the move in Harlem. I am no athlete. I have not won an individual sports competition since maybe the second grade. I recall Usaining all comers in the 40-yard dash but, as Kasi Lemmons learned us, “memory is a selection of images, some elusive, others…

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  • The Writing Life

    I am a mad reader, no doubt. Over the 30 days, I have added about 10 books to my to-be-read pile. I routinely adjust my Goodreads currently reading list. Recently, I attempted to put a bit more discipline to my reading list by deciding to finish one book before I start another.  I wish I…

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