
The prompt for February 12th was related to how harm and trauma inflicted on one person impacts generations. I wrote a nonet poem to thank my ancestors for hearing my cries.
The prompt for February 9th was to use Enya’s song “Only Time” for inspiration. I wrote a double Golden Shovel poem using these two lines: Who can say where the road goes/Who can say why your heart sighs.
We Who Cry
Who understands black agony? Who
can heal generational oppression? Who can
say our lives matter, but also say
why teach truth in schools? Where
your histories and lies combust like the
heart of our ancestors bloodshed on the road.
Sighs and cries wherever our blackness goes.
Today’s prompt was from Theo Jansen’s wind-powered sculptures. They are made of plastic pipes and they move with the wind on the beach. If you’ve never seen this, take a look at this video.