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It was heady the overheard talk as one beast of burden held another for George to ride to a Congress where Henry was going to wax poetic about liberty and death But I didn’t really need their talk to know about freedom. I just had to remember what life was like before on the Senegambia.…
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1. William Byrd married a 21-year-old widow whose dead husband was the son of a former governor of Virginia. She agreed that William’s first son would be named after him; a heritage the son wore so proudly he went on to become the future founder of Richmond. 2. William Byrd, the son, married Lucy, one…
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Source: Jamaica to Honor Reggae Icon Peter Tosh with a Museum
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What it was like, for me, from my perspective, didn’t survive; wasn’t deemed worthy of documentation. My vagina was turned into a conduit for colonialism. Colonialism went in and when it came out, I was pretty much erased. Any remnant of remembrance was converted to Christianity and I ended up dying so far from my…
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The poor Indians would have had less reason to complain that the English took away their land if they had received it by way of portion with their daughters. A sprightly lover is the most prevailing missionary. If a Moor may be washed white in three generations surely an Indian might have been blanched in…
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That bewitching vegetable, tobacco first came to England by sir Walter Raleigh that great ornament of the British nation who, to his royal mistress, could do no less than make a present of the brightest. Whether that gentleman ever made a voyage to that part of the northern American continent now under the dominion of…
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On my book blog, I have written about how absolutely fascinated I am by the Great Dismal Swamp. I have started but not yet finished Daniel A. Sayers’ A Desolate Place for a Defiant People: The Archaeology of Maroons, Indigenous Americans, and Enslaved Laborers in the Great Dismal Swamp; started but not yet finished Charles Royster’s The Fabulous History of the Dismal Swamp Company: A Story of George…
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I have never read any if her work [yet] but this quote makes me want to do so. “Nobody reads poetry, we are told at every inopportune moment. I read poetry. I am somebody. I am the people, too. It can be allowed that an industrious quantity of contemporary American poetry is consciously written…
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He brings Miles. I bring Lennon. Both of us side-eyeing the other; both musicians atrocious to women but in his eyes, race trumps gender each and everytime. I don’t know what to do with that except throw it away. So I do feeling kind of run down voodoo blue Nobody told me about instant karma.
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I don’t normally incorporate poetic forms in my work but having come across the form of the cento, I thought that sounds interesting. I flipped through several books to pick the words that would form the basis of the piece. The lyricism of Eduardo Galeono’s trilogy Memory of Fire fired my imagination the most for…
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