I have not known of David Icke until recently; I owe the introduction to my partner who encouraged me to share a couple of videos with him. What I admire most about David Icke is the freedom of his mind. It will go anywhere and often does in bringing together bits and pieces (sometimes whole chunks) of our mysterious human (and… Continue reading
For Obenewa, African daughter, at Christmas
And In the Red Box
And in the red box
tied with red ribbons
tell me justice lies
and school books for children
tell me there is
a sandwich
for the man
starving
on the corner.
Tell me when Christmas
comes
peace
and a warm fire
happiness
and
joy
an end
to selfishness
comes with it.
Alice Walker
©2012 December 13
Photograph by Mexican photographer Ana Elena, Monterrey, Mexico,
November 28, 2012
Calling All Beings of Fearless Compassion
Copyright © 2012 by Alice Walker
On December 2, 2012, my mother, Minnie Tallulah Grant Walker, who was born in 1912, would have been 100 years old. To celebrate her birth, and that of friends and relatives born (under the sign of Sagittarius) on the same day,… Continue reading
You Were Sixteen
© 2012 by Alice Walker
You were sixteen
and on your way to pick up
your birthday
cake.
My partner offers
photographs
of your battered
head
that I cannot
view.
You have died under the blows.
Look at the soldier
he says
when he sees
my eyes
are turning away:
Sixteen too,
perhaps.
Dressed in the olive
drab… Continue reading
MY 12-12-12
ZAPATA, MEXICO
They told us we must be ready
before dawn
and just at dawn
Manuel came for us.
We rode in silence as the day
was breaking
to join
a slowly building crowd
of people
on the outskirts
of Zapata.
There are so many Zapatas in Mexico.
And many Villas
it must be said.
But there we were
a small contingent
waiting… Continue reading
Leonard Peltier is someone whose unjust suffering has been present in my consciousness for all of the 37 years he has been in prison. I’ve marveled at his poetry, his paintings, his deep humanity as life has crashed in on him in ways most of us will never experience. It is good to see him this morning in this video from Democracy Now!… Continue reading
On September 22, 2012, I lost my literary agent of four decades, Wendy Weil, of the Wendy Weil Agency, in New York City. Wendy died suddenly, unexpectedly, of a heart attack. She was at her country home in Connecticut, reading manuscripts. Her recently adopted dog, Hamish, was nearby.
Her memorial was two months later. Below is the video… Continue reading