May 2022

The writer Ding Ling, Alice Walker holding tight to her!Tillie Olsen, Chen Ming (husband of Ding Ling)Paule Marshall, et al.  Beijing, China 1982. More names to come. Photo by Susan Kirschner.

“THE WORLD DOES NOT WANT ME ANYMORE”... Chinese woman in chains.

Sister, if you ever see this, know that the world does want you. And here you see in this photograph that women all over the world understand we are in peril, together.  Here in 1982 we are surrounding the heroic dissident Ding Ling who suffered also from a toxic male leadership that erased millions.

In order for us to begin to understand our common danger, we must study, so that your cry of abandonment has context.  This is not a call to war- for all wars at this point are patently insane. What we can perhaps save is your feeling of dignity. Of worth. You might also feel our compassion and deep love of you. You are our mother, our sister, our grandmother, our aunt. You are kin, in whatever form the heart can feel this.  You are also our teacher; your treatment intimating a future brutal beyond imagining.

No human being should be required to suffer from the colossal errors of its government. If all we can do is study what is happening to women, in China and elsewhere, the attempt apparently everywhere to kick us back down the stairs of freedom, then we resolve to do that.  I would rather know what is happening to you, than not know.  If all I can muster to stand beside you is the lighting of a candle in my own country, my own house, I will do that.  But learning more, and more, and more, we must!

A good place to begin to comprehend our peril is with this film “One Child Nation.”  It is on Netflix. Recognizing that the country of bad ideas is one country.

One Child Nation (2019) – IMDb

https://www.imdb.com › title
First-time mother and filmmaker Nanfu Wang uncovers the untold history of China’s OneChild policy and the generations of parents and children forever shaped by …
After viewing this film, or even before viewing it, here is the hashtag below signaling urgent exploration of our sister’s plight and that of untold numbers of children and adults in China.
Will you ever, somehow, our sister in chains, know that sleep among some of us, is lost, over your cry of desolation?  I pray this is so. And that we awaken together to make it our business not only to know your fate, but to change it.~aw

#humantrafficking #womanchained #missingpeople

 


Sunflower 2022

Pale Face, Forked Tongue, Wasichu* i.e. Fat Taker: Thoughts On Being Slandered (Prepared for, though not delivered, at a gathering at First Congregational Church in Berkeley, California). April 2022.

©2022 by Alice Walker

It has occurred to me that the best way to engage the charge of anti-Semitism is to confront it in a public forum.  This is such a space.  Thank you for being here and please do me the courtesy of listening as if our lives depend on what we share; they might.  For we are living in the most volatile and unpredictable era humanity, to our imperfect knowledge, has ever seen.

During the Q & A I will do my best to be an Elder you can trust. I have no fear for my life, my reputation, or my legacy.  In fact, in my view no one need worry about being remembered.  Walk anywhere on the earth and you understand that earlier humans, who lived here, whatever their contributions and gifts, are forever gone.

I believe the charge against me, mostly from anonymous sources – except of course from the always truthful Alan (I kept my shorts on) Dershowitz, who also accuses Bernie Sanders of being anti-Semitic – is a ploy to shut down my webpage blog: alicewalkersgarden.com.  I believe the pretext will be that I am endorsing David Icke, considered an anti-Semite for espousing theories of human evolution and control that appear unacceptable; and for describing some of our ancestors as descendants of reptilians from another galaxy.

Why would my webpage be shut down?  Because I regularly post disturbing photos and videos from an Israeli peace activist friend, Nurit Peled-Elhanan, that graphically expose what is being done to the people and especially to the children of Palestine by the Israeli government and its soldiers.

 I have been to Gaza and also the West Bank. My companions and I were forcibly turned back when we tried to enter Gaza by sea, carrying letters of love and support to children who are terrorized every moment of their lives. I know what Israeli occupation and apartheid looks like on the ground.  It is terrifying, and lethal.

  Not since my earliest days in the racist battlefield of the American South, and especially of Mississippi, where I lived for seven years, (with a courageous Jewish American husband) had I experienced such terror.  Not as much for myself, as an American, as for the local Palestinians wherever I went.  Treated more inhumanely than most Americans – unfamiliar with the former apartheid system in the American South – can imagine.  And in fact, treated a thousand times worse. They are living in hell.

David Icke whom I consider a teacher and a friend, a man who has more nerve than anyone I’ve ever encountered, except perhaps Fidel Castro, is being used as a pretext to control my persistent effort to awaken Americans, who give Israel each year- for weapons that terrorize, mutilate, and murder adults and children- more money than working class Americans, collectively, earn.

There is a story that comes to mind about this friendship, more accurately spiritship, with Icke (whom I have conversed with only once) which may seem peculiar to many, and was actually odd to me, in the beginning of reading his very dense, heavily researched, books. I have always adored mythology, and for a time I never considered his theories anything else. Though introducing me to the South African Shaman Credo Mutwa was heavily in his favor.

 At a conference in Mexico that explored the use of entheogens (plants that permit us more easily to “talk with ‘God’”) I was annoyed when a friend spent lots of time talking to what looked to me – all slouched shoulders, Southern drawl and drinking a beer – like a perfect “redneck”; as we so frustratingly sometimes referred to those oppressing us.

 She didn’t cave to my criticism, only saying: “that’s not the part of him – the “redneck” part – I was connecting with.”  This was a lesson I hope never to forget.  People have a right to connect with whatever part of other people that allows them to speak with and listen respectfully to them.  This ability is sorely needed in our world.  For instance: what if Biden and Putin went on a retreat of two or three days together and hashed out what is to become of a war between Russia and Ukraine that looks like it might lead to destruction of the world?

Black people, who are frequently charged with something absurd whenever we dare to step into a public forum we are deemed unqualified to enter, have been in America at least since the 1600s.  We have seen a lot and remember most of it.  The terror, for instance, that comes of being black people in racist white America, is literally in our cells.  Many of the people charging me – and other people of color with anti-Semitism – by comparison, and relatively speaking, arrived recently to these shores.

For many of them the idea that reptilian ancestry might be responsible for some of our worst trauma in America seems far-fetched.  They would doubtless be surprised to learn that “snake” i.e. reptilian, was a code word for many centuries that Black and Native Americans used for the human appearing beings who inflicted barbarous treatment on enslaved women, children, and men, for at least 400 years. And literal genocide on the Indigenous populations in the Americas amounting to hundreds of millions of deaths. What else would you call people who raped, starved, murdered, sold into slavery, chopped off hands, ears, penises, etc., and “strung up” people, and burned them sometimes alive and screaming, while eating snacks and laughing?

So though I am such a lover of myth that I dived into Icke’s work as if he were Joseph Campbell, the well known mythologist who taught at my college, Sarah Lawrence, I was soon considering the behavior of whites in the South, when I, my parents, and ancestors, were living there. Whites who seemed to have not one iota of soul, i.e. compassion. This led me to realize that this word too, “soul” was what black people used to identify their difference from the people who abused them without conscience and sometimes, most times, without thought. Certainly without feeling.  Reptilian behavior, for sure, by anyone who has ever observed snakes.

Where does it come from? This complete lack of compassion, of empathy, in some so-called “humans?”  As a country, as a world, why not consider the question?

I was brought up to love everyone. “Hate the sin but love the sinner.” That was my nature and, even as a child, I was never afraid to show it.  It was also the essence of the teachings of Jesus that was bedrock in our church. Black people remain remarkably compatible with this Jewish Palestinian from a world most, to this day, can barely imagine. Which is itself cause for wonder.

Realizing it would be impossible for us to automatically love white people who treated us despicably, we were rarely allowed in their presence.  My mother and father absorbed all of their racist arrogance and abuse for us, heads lowered and words few. Except when my mother was in a mood and some white man, who wanted his fields tended right now, tried to tell her it was useless to educate her children.

I feel almost in my mother’s position now.  I feel hounded by people I never get to see.  Accused by people who are not courageous enough to show their faces.  I once asked an anonymous voice accusing me from his seat to stand up.  I waited. He never did.  If someone like that is here tonight, please stand up.  You have a right to your opinion, just as I do.  And I ask the people in the audience to listen to you with respect.  If not respect for what you say, then for your right to say it.

***

Two months before my new book GATHERING BLOSSOMS UNDER FIRE: THE JOURNALS OF ALICE WALKER was published, my friend and editor, the incomparable Valerie Boyd, died of pancreatic cancer.  We knew her death was coming, but we danced the dance of hopefulness for about seven years.  Rather than read this piece about the charges against me of befriending the wrong person, and being anti-Semitic as well, I decided, along with my friend Beverly Guy-Sheftall who moderated the evening, to remain in a mood of gratitude, heartfelt sorrow and remembrance, and, ultimately, celebration.

Being accused of outlandish things is not new to any African American man or woman, or courageous white person or Native American of any sexuality.  We have only to study our history to see this is so. It is also not new that we have learned to respond in ways that make life bearable for us.  This is completely human and should not be judged.

I prefer to resist.  Because, as one of my characters comprehends as she  faces a firing squad for killing the old woman who genitally mutilated her as a child: Resistance is the secret of joy.

Om Na Ma Shivaya:  I bow to our inner light.

Alice Walker

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Wasichu (Waseechu) is Sioux for “fat taker”  – one who takes everything of value (literally living off the “fat” of the land) while leaving behind despair, ruin and starvation.

Below: What Solidarity looks like. ~aw

Cara Pálida, Lengua Bífida, Wasichu, es decir, Asolador: Pensamientos sobre ser calumniada


April 2022

 

Mumia

Happy Birthday Mumia Abu-Jamal/ April 24

What have you given us
to accompany our despair?
A life lived to the full
In a cage too small for it.
A teaching.  A miracle.
Accept, please, our gratitude.
Know as well our sorrow  
That we could not get you out.
Deepest bows. ~aw

Feliz Cumpleaños Mumia Abu-Jamal/ Abril 24


MY RENEGADE GARDEN IN CAREYES

Alice Walker MY RENEGADE GARDEN IN CAREYES 2022-04(Photo by Manuel Vejar Castenada)

I Had Only A Month

©2022 by Alice Walker

(Especially for GFB who would have been appalled.)

I had only a month
some rocks
some compost
and a trowel
that had seen
better 
decades;
still, my heart
was longing 
to grow something
for the sheer
magic
of it.
The rocks were heavy,
the men strong
who came to help;
the seeds brave.
Thank you Mother
for all simple
and satisfying things.
For gardens made
from what’s on hand
and for friendships
that learn to grow
in faithfulness
along with red zinnias
and green collard
greens.

***

MI RENEGADO JARDÍN EN CAREYES

 


Standing in the Ring of Life: Pub day April 12th 2022

Parados en el cuadrilátero de la vida: Día de publicación: abril 12 de 2022

Valerie Boyd & Evelyn

Dream Team:  Valerie and Evelyn and Ali Gathering Blossoms Under Fire  / 
Equipo Ideal: Valerie y Evelyn y Ali Recogiendo Flores Bajo Fuego.

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Photo by Jean Weisinger Hard Times Require Furious Dancing: Oakland Boathouse Celebration of Being.
Foto de Jean Weisinger: Los tiempos duros exigen bailes frenéticos: Oakland Boathouse celebración del ser. 

 


March 2022

Ketanji Brown Jackson Supreme Court 2022 Image source: MoveOn ~ Celebrating the nomination of Judge Jackson to the U.S. Supreme Court!

Celebración del nombramiento de la jueza Jackson al Tribunal Supremo de los ESTADOS UNIDOS!

 


 

For All Beloveds Born in the Willing Springtime of March!     Photo by Alice walker 2022

                                                              The peach tree that seemed
                                                               safely dead
                                                                soon to be
                                                                kindling
                                                                until
                                                               this very
                                                               war.
                                                               The one we must win
                                                               against
                                                               our disbelief.~aw

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                                                                         ¡Para todos los seres amados en la primavera de marzo!

 


We Who Believe in Freedom Can Not Rest; We Who Believe in Freedom Can Not Rest Until It Comes: Ella Baker’s song as sung by Sweet Honey in the Rock.  Presente!

Los Que Creemos En la Libertad No Podemos Descansar…Hasta Que Ella Llega (Ella Baker, Querida, ¡Presente!)

Code Pink – Open letter: Solidarity with Russian anti-war protestors

Source credit for this open letter: Code Pink

”Add your name to the open letter from women, and other feminists (including men), in solidarity with Russian anti-war protestors.

Dear Russian anti-war protestors, 

We, women and other feminists (including men) of the world, express our solidarity with you as you protest the devastating invasion of Ukraine, and we join your call for Russian troops to immediately leave Ukraine. We are aware of the risks you face from police and civil authorities and thank you for your profound bravery and sacrifice. We are also moved by the tremendous courage of the Ukrainian people in the face of disaster, and our hearts ache as we bear witness to Ukrainian families huddling in bomb shelters and parking garages, or facing long lines at the border after being forced to flee their homes.

We have experience standing up to our own governments’ aggression. During the U.S./NATO invasion and occupation of Iraq and Afghanistan, we took to the streets by the hundreds of thousands to oppose the horrific destruction of entire cities and the death of hundreds of thousands of innocent people. Now, as Russian missiles mercilessly wipe out your neighbors’ homes, medical facilities, and schools in Ukraine, we see you take to the streets of Moscow, St. Petersburg, and other Russian cities in peaceful protest, and we are so deeply inspired and grateful. 

As we oppose this brutal war being waged in your name, we are also aware of the role the U.S. and NATO have played in stoking the geopolitical crisisthat led to this war. We have opposed NATO’s expansion into Central and Eastern Europe, and we continue to oppose NATO expansion today. We steadfastly believe Ukraine should be a neutral country.

Today, as Putin has put your nuclear arsenal on high alert, we see the terrifying possibility of this conflict spinning out of control. The U.S. and Russia are guilty of stockpiling 90% of the world’s nuclear weapons, putting the entire world at risk, and violating the Nuclear Nonproliferation Treaty. As we organize today to stop this war, we must work together in the future to force our governments to join the UN Treaty on the Prohibition of Nuclear Weapons so we can rid the world of this existential threat to survival on our beautiful planet.

The imposition of sanctions aimed to damage the Russian economy also concerns us. We have no problem with taking yachts and private jets from oligarchs, but sanctions that hurt millions of ordinary Russians like you and impact the entire global economy are cruel and counterproductive. We have seen the devastating results of sanctions in countries from Cuba to Iran to North Korea–such sanctions harm the civilian population, particularly women, children, and the elderly, and fail to change government policies.

Instead of indiscriminate sanctions and fanning the flames by pouring more weapons into Ukraine, we demand that Russia and Ukraine engage in serious negotiations, with all the compromises this would entail.

As women and other feminists, we have had enough of senseless wars that destroy lives and communities while lining the coffers of weapons manufacturers. We’ve seen too many attacks on civilians from Yemen to Gaza to Ethiopia to Ukraine, and we’ve watched in horror as precious resources are poured into wars while families’ basic needs for food, shelter, education, and healthcare go unmet and climate change threatens all life on our planet. A world of violence, hatred, and destruction is not the world we want for our children. With fire in our bellies and love in our hearts, we join with you — across borders — to demand an end to the bloodshed and the destruction.

Russian Troops Out of Ukraine!
Ceasefire Now!
No NATO expansion!
Peace Talks NOW!


As Bad(d) As It Gets: Valerie and Her Sisters

Valerie Boyd, Beverly Guy-Sheftall, Ti Walker, Alice Walker, Hidden Sister, Deborah Plant, Evelyn White, Diana Young, Joan Miura.  Hard Times Require Furious Dancing Celebration:   Oakland Boathouse Autumn 2019. Photo by Jean Weisinger.

Tan Malo(d) Como Se Pone: Valerie y Sus Hermanas


FEBRUARY 2022

Valerie Boyd, Presente.

You Are the Best. ~aw

Healing the Soul We Love

©2022 by Alice Walker

Yes, Beloved.
Though you have left
I feel you still
Beside me. As present
As the phone call
From your hospital
Bed
Mid-way through
My birthday dinner
A continent away
As you were
Surely
Dying.
This connection
That presents itself
As showing up
Is the fruit
Of standing
Together
Facing whatever
Is to come. Juntos. Which
We have done
As soldiers
Of earned
Survival
Since the days
-Even before the days-
Of Harriet.

Our dream
Was to hit the yellow brick road
Of our shared journey
Free and dancing;
Your locks swinging
Next to my shaved
Head.

We envisioned
A Medicine tour
“Healing the Soul
We Love.”
In you I found a soul mate
So true
That when I offered
This title for our tour
You considered it obvious:
All you said was: Right.

I am thankful
Our work was held up,
Delayed,
As we waited
For your illness
To show us
The steps to its dance.
For we were learning
A lesson
Far more important
Than “Literature.”
We were learning
How to keep absolute faith
With ancestors, each other,
And ourselves.

Learning to ride
The crushing wave
That brings us home:
The home we may fear
We will never reach
On such a disturbingly
Distant,
 If so often internal,
Shore.

***

Sanando El Alma Que Amamos

 


Get Up, Stand up… Happy Birthday Bob Marley, Feb. 6th. Welcome Curtis Mohammad, One of your multitude of brothers, whose spirit you knew, and sang, sight unseen. ~aw


Happy Birthday, Langston. Feb.1st.

Just so you know: Wonders
Have not
Ceased.
Though you appeared
to leave
the room.~aw


JANUARY 2022

    Gian Franco Brignone, Presente!
Gian Franco Brignone, Presente!

Coincidences are appointments that God makes but doesn’t take credit for.
I’ve given my life for my dreams, and my dreams give me life.
`Gian Franco Brignone

 Knowing
©2022 by Alice Walker

Now I know
For sure
That we were
Spirit kin.
It seemed unlikely
Decades ago
When I found myself
Only starving for lunch
Outside your rose
Colored turn-a-round
and door.
But immediately
My artist’s eye delighted
In everything
I saw
& bonded happily
With your intimacy
With Nature
and with Art.

I had no boat,
And was never near
Enough to water
To learn to sail.
My bilingualism
Remains
A sketch;
But having a home,
The longing for one
All my young life,
Was a desire
Each of us
Could understand,
And shared.

Just as I have found
And resurrected from
Oblivion and ruin
Many a dwelling,
You have created inhabitable
Masterpieces.
The hills around
My modest house
Are full of them.

You have left us
At 95!
Such a long life;
Filled
With mysteries, traumas,
Disasters and joys,
As all lives
Seen from outside
Or even up close
Always are.

Leery
Of those with money
The source of which
I fail
To understand
I kept a distance –
Though gallantly
You invited me and my
Richly varied friends
To eat at your table
& go swimming
On top of your
Spectacular
House.

Only you would situate
A swimming pool
Up there, better to
Swim in the sky
You must have thought;
Just as a ladder that stretches
Beyond the roof
Of your study
Invites visitors
From Earth
And Extraterrestrials
Alike to meet
And perhaps
Share
Intergalactic gossip &
A bottle of
Earth’s
Great wine.

Farewell, then;
We part not as friends
But as kindred spirits.
Each of us singular, driven,
Peculiar
But knowing as we study
Nature, so like
Ourselves,
That
Existing, flourishing,
Worshiping the beauty
All around us –
In whatever
Form
We ourselves
Are in,
Is also,
Like Nature
Herself;
Proof of having
Wandered
Into the one home
That is
For us:
Our passion
Our communion
With All That Is,
&
Truest of all,
Our sacred
Journey’s rest
&
Destiny.
***

There’s more! Gian Franco Brignone on the  27 Conditions To Owning A Home In Careyes

¡Gian Franco Brignone, presente! and Sabiendo y 27 Condiciones para poseer una casa en Careyes

 


Dakini the Skywalker c2022 Alice Walker

Dakini the Skywalker * thangka by Myumi Oda, photo by Alice Walker 2022

WALKING THROUGH THE NARROWING GATE
OF OUR FUTURE

© 2022 by Alice Walker (January 1st)

As we walk
Through the narrowing gate
Of our future
Who will guide and be
With us?
Only those who have known
Suffering:
Those whose suffering
Taught them
To care.
And so, here is a list
Of worthy
Companions:
The Real Anthony Fauci devastating revelations especially regarding Africa by Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.
Whose father
Taken from life
before our stricken eyes
Wept
For the children
Of the poor.
The Three Mothers  by Anna Malika Tubbs
Of Baldwin, Martin, & Malcolm,
Who taught their sons
Never to abandon us;
Perceptions of a Renegade
Mind: by David Icke
The story of what a free mind,
So unusual,
Thinks like,
Inflamed, by children of
Immigrants Rupa Marya & Raj Patel
who searched out
the root causes of
our everlasting
illnesses
And were not blinded
By the “1st world’s” bling.
Passing, the straight lick
with the crooked stick that teaches
blackness is and is not
a color;  movie by Rebecca Hall, novel by Nella Larsen
And, surprisingly,
Black Fortunes: The story
Of the first six African Americans
Who escaped slavery
And became millionairesby Shomari Wills
A demonstration
Of
History That Can Heal
By teaching us
We can pull ourselves out
Of almost anything.

***

Are we not enslaved this moment by our fear?
Are we not smelling the “one magnolia” that sends
our hearts
running
through the swamps?

***

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Dakini Teachings talk about the need to reflect on our own mind, which is the mysterious home of the Dakinis.

Tibetan Buddhists teach a very simple practice to go deep within our own mind. It is to reflect on all the beings we have been in prior lifetimes: once we were snakes, once we were fish, once we were the monk of a temple, once we were a prostitute. These past lives are all reflected as who we are in this moment. It’s basically the same as how Zen Buddhism teaches coexistence. By understanding the deep interconnectedness, you become a “sky walker”in this universe; in both heaven and earth, you have the freedom to walk through, unimpeded.

The Dakini were originally lower class women who worked on funeral rites, chopping up bodies with cleavers before putting them up on the sky burial platform. So, in this painting the Dakini is holding a cleaver.

This Dakini helps you visualize your body; the symbol of selfhood, being chopped by a cleaver and put into a cauldron made of a skull. The body burns with a cleansing fire and becomes the Amrita, or nectar, offered as a practice of complete surrender to Dharma. ***

From: SARASVATI’S GIFT: The Autobiography of Mayumi Oda: Artist, Activist, and Modern Buddhist Revolutionary

 

Al Atravesar La Angosta Puerta De Nuestro Futuro

 


 

End of Year Poems

 

December

 

End of Year Poems: 2021

They are falling all around us…(Song)

©2022 by Alice Walker

angels
space beings
they are going home
to the only heaven
they truly desired:
the heaven
that can only
matter
if it is recognized
for all of us
and if
it already
 exists
 inside.

*** 

The Universe Knows When We Are Happy

© 2020 by Alice Walker

The Universe knows when we are happy;

After all, listening in

 Is pretty much all it has to do

As time rolls on, interminably.

It must say to Itself:

Oh, So and so is so happy!

And that after all

Was our intent.

We must go and collect them now,

Don’t we think?

Indeed, says Time’s yawning twin,

Senor Boredom, the fallen angel:

They have outgrown the boundaries

Of the circus.

However, the entertainment

That other humans provide

In torment

Must continue

***

Finally!
(Dedicated to the sufferers!)

©2022 by Alice Walker

Finally
There is no charge.
The love of your life
You thought would
Be a heart throb
Forever 
Finally leaves
No trace.
Poke your heart
As you will
Nothing answers
But gratitude
The thrill is gone
And so is everything
Else
Except hallelujah
And no regrets.

***

 

One Day
© 2021 by Alice Walker

One day
I will say goodbye
To my mind.
 
It will float
Away
Like a balloon.
 
I will be
Left
Like Earth
After a storm.

***

 

I Could Eat Collard Greens Indefinitely
©2021 by Alice Walker 

I could eat collard greens
Indefinitely.
Every morning
I think this
As I place a few
Flat, home grown
Leaves
In my pan.
Pan, not pot.
For we have graduated
To speed, to rapt
Anticipation;
To a stirring
Sensuousness
That satisfies
My sense of passion;
& I want them
Inside me
Like the lover
Of my body
That
They are.
Their green goodness
Beckoning me
To rise.
 

This Year I Had A Bumper Crop
© by Alice Walker
 
This year I had a bumper
Crop
Of tomatoes
Plenty of peppers
& garlic
& onions too.
 
I made spaghetti sauce
For the first time
From scratch
& found my connection
very much
to Italians.
 
Mostly we see
The rich & well to do
Italians
Or
Gangsters;
But the ones
I am feeling close to
Are the peasants,
The famers, the ones who make
The same sauce
I am making;
Imagining
That
If left to us,
Peasants and Farmers,
We could
Feed
The
Whole world.

***

 

In the Old Days They Might Have Burned Her As a Witch
©2021 by Alice Walker

There was a woman
In Kuwait
Who planted trees
In the desert.
There she was
On her tiny island
Of shade
Lowering the temperature
With her great
Good sense.
 
In the shroud
Of black cloth
She must wear
In public
Every day
Of her life
Her eyes
All you can see
She is doing
What women &
Mothers
Do so well –
Teaching her people
How to survive.
 
The temperature
Beyond her trees
Is literally
Unbearable
Unless folks
Walk at night.
 
A few scientists
Agree with this
Woman
As they listen
To her
Through her chador.
 
But will the people
Fooled into
Turning their minds
Into deserts
Of empathy
Be able to hear
Their Mother;
Speaking now
Like them, like the whole world
Through masks
Of black cloth.

***

 

Today, Walking, I Blew Kisses
© by Alice Walker

Today, walking, I blew
Kisses
At the fallen leaves
Brownish, yellow, green-grey
Along the trail
& thought:
Suppose everything
We blow kisses at
In this life
Is what we
In another lifetime
Become!
 
My dog was happy
Walking along
Beside this insight
This possibility
Of infinite
Expanding joy.

***

 

To Work For Peace
©2020 by Alice Walker

To work for peace
Means
First of all
Not to be
Ignorant
About who
Has none.

 

Without a Lantern
©2020 by Alice Walker

You are afraid
Of what we have gained
From our pain.
 
You had it once
In the Old Country;
But now
It is buried
Under gadgets
And gleeful escape
Into the world
Of Blonde.
 
You have lost the part
Of you
That could connect
You now
To
Everything.
 
Or have you?
 
Learn to walk yourself
Home
 Alone;
Or with ancestors
Who remain
Shadows
Without
 A lantern
 
Through
The dark.

***

Poemas De Fin Año:  2021

 

 


 

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