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I am listening to the white and black people / address her as Alice, wondering if they think
they are lost in the looking glass / of a fairy tale where respect disappears

 

 

On Almost Meeting Alice Walker

By Mary Weems

She is stature-small, wears the universe
and comfortable shoes. Center stage,
the ancestors dance around her like the fire
next time, their spirits the light coming
from the ceiling, the voices that echo
when the distance-learning children
ask their questions.
 
I am listening to the white and black people
address her as Alice, wondering if they think
they are lost in the looking glass
of a fairy tale where respect disappears
in the drink that takes that Alice
to the Mad Hatter.
 
In the live audience, all
of us reach for her breath; a wisdom
of purple, solitude, and love
slowly reversing evil, one word at a time;
like a water drop on a mountain
timeless, and as much a part of the world
as her wire rimmed glasses, her poignant
morality, a wildflower—unbowed.

12-7-07

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Kwansaba for James Brown

                                  By Mary E. Weems

 

James Brown brought God some funk cologne

made his head tilt ace deuce, hair

fried, dyed, laid to the side, even

his angels wanted hats with chains, capes

a chance to make Maceo hit it!

At night brother Brown writes freedom! on

wings sends love South—with some skin.

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Say it Loud: Poems about James Brown. Edited by: Mary E. Weems, and Thomas Sayers Ellis. We grew up on James Brown’s hit me! When he danced every young Black man wanted to move, groove and look like him. Mr. Brown wasn’t called the hardest workingman in show business because he wasn’t. Experiencing a James Brown show was like getting your favourite soul food twice, plus desert. His songs, like black power fists you could be proud of and move to at the same time.  When Mr. Brown sang make it funky we sweated even in the wintertime.  Losing him was like losing somebody in our family. This is a shout out for poems about the impact James Brown had on our lives.  Poems that will help people remember, honour, and celebrate his legacy. Don’t be left in a cold sweat, send us your old and new James Brown poems today.

Submission Guidelines:  3-5 Unpublished and/or published poems with acknowledgement included. No longer than 73 lines  Deadline:
April 30, 2008  (Receipt not postmark) Send hard copies along with a Word Document and short bio on a CD to: Dr. Mary E. Weems / English Department /  John Carroll University / 20700 North Park Blvd. / University Hts., Ohio 44118 / Send via e-mail attachment (Word Documents Only) to: mweems45@sbcglobal.net,  and mikeoatman@hotmail.com

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posted 9 December 2007

 

 

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