[Forthcoming] Poems in Baltimore Literary Review & Ploughshares
Baltimore Literary Review has accepted “mannish water”
and
Ploughshares has accepted “twelve minutes a slave” for publication.
It’s been a solid week.
Poem published in Take a Stand, Art Against Hate
“said the band-aid to the shotgun wound”
is being reprinted in Take a Stand, Art Against Hate: A Raven Chronicles Anthology.
This poem, originally published in Teaching While Black, explores everything wrong with the application of uncritical anti-bias trainings in public school settings. Or at least what I could fit into one long poem before my head exploded.
I proud to have it included in this anthology.
Two poems at Dappled Things
I did a stint as a Christian mystic. I reality, I just read a lot about Christian mysticism, mindfullness, contemplation, meditation, acedia, and a whole trove of related materials, attempting to find…something. The Desert Mothers and Fathers, philosophers and hermits, poets and academics.
Of course such musing birthed poetry. And, somehow, Dappled Things’ found two of them worthy of publication.
“…as yourself” ~ an attempt to find the balance between “the Golden Rule,” “the Two Great Commandments,” and the mystic’s distrust of “Self.”
“the prophet speaks against Rilke” ~ an ekphrastic response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s “Ick bin auf der Welt zu allein und doch nicht allein genug”
The only answer I'll give about the poems in Teaching While Black
Two Poems Reprinted at Digging Press
Digging Through The Fat: A Literary & Arts Journal for Cultural Omnivores republishes works from around the internet.
Two of my poems were selected for Community No 41.:
“the surprising thing,” &
“when asked what i learned in elementary school being bussed from Mattapan to Wellesley.”
Both are included in my chapbook Teaching While Black.
"Holding Peace" (CNF) published at How to Pack for Church Camp
Every once in a while I write a short story, usually based on a real experience. A work of creative non-fiction (CNF). This one has been published by How to Pack for Church Camp.
This time I decided not to include names, to protect the guilty. I know some of the guilty are reading this right now. You went to this camp. You were in the room. You said these things. Hopefully you’re a better person now.
As for my unnamed friend: all my love, B. Now and forever.
Sometimes submissions are an education. And sometimes you get published.
When you write a poem entitled “an open letter to the white feminists holding a literary panel on Toni Morrison,” you don’t actually think anyone will publish it.
You send it out thinking, at the very least, some junior reader or part-time editor will have something to think about. Because following her sudden death, what writing conference would ever host a panel discussion about Toni Morrison, but not include one (1) Black woman on the dais? The one you attended. So you write a poem. And cast it upon the waters hoping it will do some good.
{It’s like writing a poem entitled “an open letter to the poetry editor of [name withheld on advice from counsel]” about a passive aggressive, racially charged exchange with an editor: no one will ever publish that poem, but those who read it might think about how they interact with their submitters of color after reading it. }
And then you get an email saying that someone does want to publish a poem about well-meaning, but misguided white women, and you’re shocked.
An Advent/Christmas poem (I completely forgot I wrote)
Advent
Christ climbed down
from His bare Tree
this year
~ Lawrence Ferlinghetti
beside a manger scene, He surveys the wonder of
His pasty complexion surrounded by solemn faces:
the pallor upon the Ikea cast, assembled around
His waxy facade, causes even His capillaries to cringe
as speakers hidden in synthetic straw capture
how the original animals couldn’t keep silent –
the apparent theology of a rum pa pumb pumb aside.
entering the service filled with seasonal sons and daughters
He sniffs for the familiar scent of worship – the sweet censer
of honest meditation, but this multitude presents only
a facsimile of praise: the stench of filthy rags hidden
beneath scented candles and choir robes.
eyes raised, He notices His cross covered by a crown of fir,
and before the altar, the holy family in flannel: a pageant
of preschoolers deified by proud parents. turning to leave,
His shirt sucks to His right side. rushing past unnoticed,
barely beyond beveled doors, the ground clutches His knees;
He falls beneath the phantom of wooden weight.
tasting the gall, He vomits. from above a hand touches
His now sensitive shoulder, and a man with no place
to rest his head, offers all he has: a cotton cloth stained
with gin and dried blood. Christ accepts and wipes His mouth.
His savior nods to the tiny plastic persona beside them and smiles
before limping away with a song: a rum pa pumb pumb.
Published in the anthology Love Among Us (2009).
*Teaching While Black* Publication Update
I just approved the covers and internal galleys for Teaching While Black, and the release date looks like it will be pushed up to mid-late January.
Just in time for Black History Month.
However, you can still pre-order now and secure your copy at a price of $7 (it goes up to $13 upon publication).
“self-evident” at Tahoma Literary Review
A creative nonfiction meets historical fiction poem (I know what that said) has been published in the latest edition of Tahoma Literary Review.
Poem reprinted at Portside.org
Three school poems at The Radical Teacher
The following poems— all true stories— have been published by The Radical Teacher and will also appear in my forthcoming collection Teaching While Black:
Three poems at Rigorous
The good folks at Rigorous have seen fit to publish three more of my poems, all ekphrastic in nature:
“essay for history B”
[inspired by thanks Langston Hughes’ “Theme for English B”]
“an open letter to an american institution”
[inspired by Ted Kooser’s “Fort Robinson”]
and
[Say the blues were apocalyptic— Black]
[a sonnet inspired by James Cone’s The Cross and the Lynching Tree]
“fugue state in B minor” at 3 Elements Literary Review
The good folks at 3 Element Literary Review are publishing another one of my poems in their latest issue.
I pay homage to Robert Frost, Dylan Thomas, and Amy Winehouse in a semi-“formal”way.
Look for “fugue state in B minor” on page 68.
Teaching While Black available for pre-order
Two poems published in the Fall issue of Third Wednesday
(Despite formatting and byline issues)
“the decade we won’t discuss”
and
“when the detective asked for a statement”
inhabit the pages of Third Wednesday.
[Say the polygamous just understand] at Amethyst Review
Amethyst Review has published another one of my sonnets, [Say the polygamous just understand].
Say the polygamists just understand
the spiritual is always public,
never private…
"maybe Jesus forgot to eat His spinach"—a sonnet on theodicy—published in The Windhover
maybe Jesus forgot to eat His spinach
Michael thought the sermon went rather well—
how he without sin should cast the first stone.
later, Bible closed, he wondered…
The Windhover 23.2
Almost two decades of thanks is given to educator, author, speaker, and artist Dr. Thomas Oord for inspiring this poem (and the many others like it). Specifically his latest book God Can’t, which helped crystallize its words.
Two poems accepted for an upcoming anthology
“legacy”— one of my few (read: only) family poems— and “we all have to make sacrifices”— another race & school poem— were both accepted for inclusion in an upcoming anthology entitled Show Us Your Papers, which will be published by Main Street Rag.
Details to follow...