As the
incoming administration builds its agenda of attack on marginalized people, on
freedom of speech, on the earth itself, poetry will continue to be an essential
voice of resistance. Poets will speak out in solidarity, united
against hatred, systemic oppression, and violence and for justice, beauty,
and community.
In this
spirit, Split This Rock is offering its blog as a Virtual Open Mic. For the
rest of this frightening month, January of 2017, we invite you to send us poems
of resistance, power, and resilience.
We will post every poem we receive unless it is offensive (containing language that is derogatory toward marginalized groups, that belittles, uses hurtful stereotypes, explicitly condones or implies a call for violence, etc.). After the Virtual Open Mic closes, we hope to print out and mail all of the poems to the White House.
We will post every poem we receive unless it is offensive (containing language that is derogatory toward marginalized groups, that belittles, uses hurtful stereotypes, explicitly condones or implies a call for violence, etc.). After the Virtual Open Mic closes, we hope to print out and mail all of the poems to the White House.
For
guidelines on how to submit poems for this call, visit the Call for Poems of
Resistance, Power & Resilience blog post.
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Glory be to the shoes
by Christi Kramer
Attend to the story, as if
it were a stone or a shoe. Reach into the river. Find what is
rubbed
smooth, polished. What
is the life of the shoe in the river, saturated and moving in
current?
Most stories of crossing are
done in bare feet. Most stories are crossings, risky, indeed.
Throw a story, if you don’t
have a shoe. Throw a shoe, if the stories are smothered
in mud in the river.
The story of a life written, on the bottom of a shoe.
This for the widows, the
orphans
The feet who’ve been pound
with a stick tell a story. The stick tells a story. The story
hides her face in her hands.
Some lost, moving away in
the river, grab on, hold tight, to a story.
Some make of their story a
boat or celebration.
Some pray for the story of
branch or stone.
Just yesterday the doors
opened, tumbled out the journalist imprisoned.
They say he looked pale,
al-Zeidi, in dark suit, tie and new beard.
This story, that he is
missing teeth but will not swallow humiliation. When the story is that the
boot
is lifted from the throats
of the drowned, add ululation.
Add kisses, sweets, satin. Add praise.
Attend to the dance.
Attentive: the story a fragile bright globe in the palm.
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