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Street Life
Today’s prompt, “Creativity Connective” from Anna J. Small Roseboro, asked us to think about a minor character in a text we’ve read and write a poem from that character’s point of view to respond to something happening in the news or the world today. My character (Coach Otis Brody) is from Jason Reynolds’ book, Ghost. My topic is the profoundly disturbing number of unhoused people residing in Los…
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Our Old Kitchen Table
Today’s prompt was to write about something I’ve been wanting to write about but let my heart be my guide. I’ve longed to return to my mom’s house, our family home, and just sit at the kitchen table. The family that moved in has no idea how much my mom’s house means to my family and even my friends. Maybe one day I will sit at our old kitchen table again.
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April 2nd: A Bop Poem "No One Knows"
No One Knows No hot water anywhere in the school And the soap we don’t bring ourselves A diluted, suds-less, skin-drying potion No red “stand here” circles or blue taped lines To give little humans six feet of safe distancing No way to believe in this “Safe Return to Schools” No one knows what no one knows. Families informed that their children will be safe Teachers advised to get fully…
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It's National Poetry Month!
Prompt for April 1st: Rosamond S. King writes poetry using a form called “Shadow Poem.” This form asks you to write a shadow poem of a previously written poem. Today, I offered this prompt to my writers’ community. I suggested they write about shadows or try writing a new poem from one they’ve already written. My poem below was originally written as an acrostic “ABUSEDWOMAN.” I divorced the form…
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Transitions
Today’s Prompt was a picture of a sculpture in the snowy woods. I focused on the slow process of death. Transitions She begins transitioning From life to death The process creeps Like a slow morphine drip Sentences shorten To phrases Phrases to mumbles Mumbles to silence Movement loses fluidity Like a toddler’s first steps No muscles pulling and pushing Only bruised flaccid flesh Until…
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Hands I Miss
Today’s Prompt: What thoughts do you have about hands? Hands I Miss Zoom’s hand-raise feature No substitute for dirty pink palms For the bobbing up and down In the middle of my lesson Zoom’s hand-raise feature Some use it sparingly, like salt Others keep it up constantly Like my pressure after lunch Zoom’s hand-raise feature No substitute for sweaty smudgy skin Or the open hand in the…
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To the Beat of Unity
Prompt: Write a poem about bodies dancing. I watched a clip of Gregory Hines from White Knights to inspire my poem. I used the form “abacadaba” also known as the Magic 9 poem. To the Beat of Unity Grooving to the same song inside Arms and legs sync tight and smooth One clap, one tap, glide One sound, two bodies in love Come, world let music be your guide Reflecting each other in unison Stomp…
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Memories of Mondays Memories of Mondays On Monday’s Chili Night We’d drive down the hill From our house to Nana’s…
All The Things Left Behind
©Glenn Carstenns-Peters
All The Things Left Behind
We saw their mail Piling on the table by the door Like if it didn’t Make it into the living room It wouldn’t have life
We knew he couldn’t manage Living in empty rooms Where memories floated On dust particles caught On sun rays That never touched his skin again
We waited for that day Like waiting for the elevator light to blink And doors opening T…
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Black Skin
Black Skin
Standing in the mirror where age confronts memory
Beauty hides deep within the stories of my skin
Sunscreens and night creams slathered with care
Melanin needs help to protect a woman’s brown skin
Finding shades of caramel without greens and yellows
In makeup never mixed for the depth of Black skin
Shea butter and coconut oil line her shelves
Natural soothing salves bear the…
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An Ode to Teaching and Learning Online
Ode to Teaching and Learning Online
If teaching online
Could enrich young minds
I’d front line it
If Zoom morning meetings
Could beat in-person greetings
I’d co-sign it
If novel studies in G-Suite
Could light mind fires like Hot Seat
I’d design it
If blurry faces in gallery view
Could bring joy and love like hugs do
I’d refine it.
If “3 Quick Tips” in weekly office hours
Could beat a…
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The After-Life?
Photo courtesy of Jon Tyson
Day 1 of 5: Today’s prompt was to write a rondeau.
The After-Life?
What if teachers never go back
Parents and tech pick up the slack
Students learn at their own fair pace
Resources and time laced with grace
Everyone wins on the same track.
What if schools gave out lunch and snack
Souls were fed, kept free from attack
Not harmed, murdered or judged on race
Will this…
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The Privilege To Be
June’s Prompt for Day 4 of 5: Write your destiny. I imagined a world different from the world I live in today.
The Privilege To Be
What if we attack hatred
With the same fire that we attack love?
No one policing the thickness of
Our manes and braids,
Crowns of grandma’s love
And great-grandpa’s strength.
They wouldn’t murder the souls of
Children whose parents cross borders to
Cater to…
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Me and My Black Life
The prompt: Write a List Poem; June’s Day 1 of 5
photo by: Kon Karampelas
My list came from various notes I’ve taken in response to the ways I live as a Black woman:
Adjust to make you more comfortable
Choose a gentler phrase
Smile to mask anger
De-center my voice from our conversation
Wait to see if you will move over
Move over first because you never do
Search online for images like me that I…
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Daughter of...
Daughter of…
By Stacey L. Joy, © May 10, 2020
I am Stacey Lorinn Johnson Joy
I am the daughter of
Gloria Lee McPherson Johnson Cooper
Adored as Mommie
Purest of people
Pristine and popular
Someone everyone admired
Connoisseur of words and puzzles
Follower of rules and righteousness
Smoker, Bowler, Badminton Champ, Legacy Delta
I am the daughter of
Mrs. Cooper
Neighborhood Mom
P.E. teacher
Car…
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Day 17 of 30: Write Your Own Lines for Fortune Cookies
Day 17 of 30 Write Your Own Lines for Fortune Cookies
Fortunes for Survivors of Misfortune
For those of us who have survived abuse…
Survivors of abuse have an automatic angel of protection installed in every scar.
When you can’t sleep, the angels are busy around you.
Your abuser never sleeps soundly.
Your abuser suffers from IBS and incontinence.
Your nightmares mirror your abuser’s reality.
Your abuser has no friends, no joy, and no money.
If…
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Golden Mornings (Day 23 of 30)
Today’s Prompt: Write a poem related to the passing of time or life’s cycles.
Golden Mornings
In my childhood during spring
the morning sun’s golden rods
barged past my thin curtains
to awaken sparks of hope
that summer days
inching around the corner
would arrive
FINALLY
no more school
no more homework
no more schedules
time to be unaccountable
Today, a month into spring
the morning sun’s…
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