Thursday, April 4, 2013

National Poetry Month

Senior Executive Editor's Ink: Chapter-Verse-Repeat




By: Isis Harris

“Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize that it was Jesus. He called out to them, “Friends, haven’t you any fish?” “No,” they answered. He said, “Throw your net on the right side of the boat and you will find some.” When they did, they were unable to haul the net in because of the large number of fish.” John 21:4-6 TNIV

            Welcomed You Because You Find Me

       On a good Day –

A divine Day of Questioning

      - A Day of True Vulnerability

       Sitting on the Edge of time …..

No longer in the Middle of Yesterday!

   I HEAR it in your Voice…..

  I SEE it in your Strength……

    I FEEL it in your Pain……

Can you discern my NERVOUSNESS well it Should not be

Confused with FEAR

Not the First time I’ve been

  Last to be ADD to an Establish Class

      After ALL Been set aside to catch a VISION FAIR


Whether it be the Summer wind or the anticipation of a

Fall water wave

I’m going in

For it is Time to Begin Again!!

Zones of Comfort

Areas of Truth

Gained in Mile

Find in a Turn    

Thanking you for Thinking

For Nurturing


Struggles of my Artistry


Struggles of my History


Struggles of my Philosophies


Struggles of my Ministries


Corner of one’s Heart reserved….

      He-Motions -vs.-She-Motions



A thought…A conversation….A moment


Master Poet Spotlight: April 2013

Hanging Fire by Audre Lorde
I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still sucks his tumb
in secret
how come my knees are
always so ashy
what if I die
before the morning comes
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

I have to learn how to dance
in time for the next party
my room is too small for me
suppose I de before graduation
they will sing sad melodies
but finally
tell the truth aout me
There is nothing I want to do
and too much
that has to be done
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

Nobody even stops to think
about my side of it
I should have been on Math Team
my marks were better than his
why do I have to be
the one
wearing braces
I have nothing to wear tomorrow
will I live long enough
to grow up
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.
Audre Geraldine Lorde was a critically acclaimed novelist, poet and essayist. She was born on February 18, 1924 in Harlem and died on November 17, 1992. Her parents were immigrants from Granada who seemed to continually plan to return to the Caribbean throughout most of Lorde's childhood. Lorde recalled that as a child, she spoke in poetry. When she couldn't find existing poems that expressed her feelings, she began to write poems at age twelve or thirteen. She attended Hunter College High School and then supported herself with low paying jobs. She attended the National University of Mexico for a year, starting in 1954. She began to study at Hunter College, worked as a librarian, and, of course, wrote poetry. She attempted to join the Harlem Writers Guild but the overt homophobia of the group led her to leave. She received a BA in literature and philosophy from Hunter in 1959 and an MLS from Columbia University in 1960.

For several years, she worked as a librarian in Mount Vernon and then New York City. In 1962, she married Edward Rollins, an attorney. They had two children but divorced in 1970.

Lorde's first book of poems, The First Cities, was published in 1968. She spent six weeks as a writer-in-residence at Tougaloo College in Mississippi. This was of great important to Lorde's life as she met Frances Clayton. From that point on, she and Frances shared their lives together.

In New York, Lorde taught writing courses at City College and courses on racism at both Lehman College and the John Jay College of Criminal Justice. Her second book of poetry, Cable to Rage, appeared in 1970. Neither it, nor The First Cities, contained any lesbian content. In 1971, Lorde publicly read a lesbian love poem for the first time. It was later published in Ms. Magazine but was rejected by her editor for inclusion in her third volume of poetry, From a Land Where Other People Live. This book was nominated for a National Book Award in 1974. The prize was awarded to her colleague, Adrienne Rich, but Rich indicated she accepted the award "not as an individual but in the name of all women whose voices have gone and still go unheard in a patriarchal world" as part of a joint statement with Lorde and fellow nominee Alice Walker. Lorde's next volume of poetry, Coal, was published by W. W. Norton. Coal and its successor, The Black Unicorn, in 1978 was widely reviewed and reached a commercial audience.

In 1980, Lorde published the autobiographical Cancer Journals, in which she courageously wrote about her mastectomy and her decision to pursue alternate treatment when the cancer recurred. Other works include Zami: A New Spelling of My Name (1982) and Sister Outsider (1984). The latter is a collection of essays often included in the curriculum in women studies programs. Lorde was a cofounder of The Kitchen Table-Women of Color Press and an editor of the lesbian journal Chrysalis.