Monthly Archives: October 2010

His posture
From so many years
Holding his robe with one hand
Is odd.

His gait
Also.

One’s own body
Aches
Witnessing
The sloping
Shoulders
& Angled
Neck;

One hopes
He
Attends
Yoga class
Or does Yoga
On his own
As part
Of prayer.

He smiles
As he bows
To Everything:
Accepting
The heavy
Burdens
Of
This earth;

It’s
Toxic
Evils
& Prolific
Insults.

Even… Continue reading

With your unknown
to me
Odd magic
You came
To me:
Your truck
Backfiring
As if sending
Out
Rockets
To the
Stars

You came
In
So gracefully
Rockets
Silenced
Behind you &
Set
To work
As if nothing
Brought you
Greater
Joy.

I did not see Life was
About to change, as it does,
When odd magic appears:
There was
No music
Yet.

Chatting
About… Continue reading

My brothers knew
The things you know.
I did not scorn
learning them;
It’s just my mind
Was busy being trained

For “Other Things”:

Poetry, Philosophy, Literature.
Survival, for a girl.

But now,
What a relief
To see you understand
The ways
Of horses
Their shyness
& hatred
Of
Loneliness:

That you will not
Hesitate
To rescue
An old horse,
Dying on

His feet
&… Continue reading


Remember

When we ended

It all
-for a weekend-
& how
We knew?

You took
The tea bowl

That I

Broke

In

Carelessness

To glue together

Again

At your

House.

***

Remember?
© 2010 By Alice Walker


Before I leave the stage

I will sing the only song

I was meant truly to sing.

It is the song

of I AM.

Yes: I am Me

&

You.

WE ARE.

I love Us with every drop

of our blood

every atom of our cells

our waving particles

-undaunted flags of our Being-

neither here nor there.

Remember?

Before I Leave the Stage
© 2010 By Alice Walker



As if I’ve swallowed

A watermelon

And

Sidestepping

My digestive tract

It has lodged

In my heart.

There it lies

Green
& whole

with a luscious

red
heart of its own

daring me
to cut.

What it Feels Like
© 2010 By Alice Walker

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If I Was President

© 2010 By Alice Walker

If I was President

The first thing I would do

is call Mumia Abu-Jamal.
No,
if I was president
the first thing I would do
is call Leonard Peltier.
No,
if I was president
the first person I would call
is that rascal
John Trudell.
No,
the first person I’d call… Continue reading

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Turning Madness Into Flowers #1

© 2010 By Alice Walker

If my sorrow were deeper
I’d be, along with you, under
the ocean’s floor;
but today I learn that the oil
that pools beneath the ocean floor
is essence
residue
remains
of all our
relations
all
our ancestors who have died and turned to oil
without our witness
eons ago.… Continue reading

for Kaleo

Knowing you might some day come
and how unprepared I’ve always
been
like Mr. Sloppy
in Charles Dickens’
our Mutual Friend
I made a list:
not meat, vegetables, beer and pudding
but number l, warmth.
number 2, warmth.
number 3, warmth.
number 4, a good snuggler.
number 5, someone who sings
while he/she works.
number 6, a dancer.
number 7, someone who grows… Continue reading

Don’t Be Like Those Who Ask for Everything

© 2010 By Alice Walker

Don’t be like those who ask for everything:

praise, a blurb, a free ride in my rented

limousine.  They ask for everything but never offer

anything in return.

Be like those who can see that my feet ache

from across a crowded room

that a foot rub

if I’m agreeable

never… Continue reading

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