Friday, May 29th, 2009
An Invitation to Celebrate
- Two Crows in a Nest
So my son Steffen Corby Naas and I (2 crows) are sitting up in my nest tree at Penthous #25, and he’s reviewing my poems. Not an enjoyer of such yuck mucks by any means, he’s saying, “Dad, you love people so much, you ought to write stories about them.” Spurt goes the spark that lights my bush -to what was to become 12 years later Changing Colors, a 2 book memoir about this white boy’s romancing a splendid woman of color, who goes by the name of Ms. Mahogany Kashmir Dubonet Moses.
But there’s not room enough in this true romance to include my shorter celebrations of people-the Clarks and the Ledlows, in shotgun shakes long side the easeful Mississippi river-the family I left home to discover. So what I’m saying is, give this poet a chance for cripes sakes. Every one says my prose poems, essays, whatever you choose to call them, are not dense, their doors swinging wide open, celebrating the divine blaze in each of us. Click to continue »
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Friday, May 29th, 2009
Lula Davis Ledlow
Old Black Women and Other Wonders is a collection I’ve already written, except for the blog introductions and selection of photos. These portraits of the people I love feed into Changing Colors, but I don’t have room to include them in my memoir.
Over the past decade, I’ve read many of these prose poems to congregations inside black Baptist churches, to clapping hands and amens.
I would be honored if you’d take a peek at my 2 samples. And/or hear them being read by this author-my son Steffen providing a Jazz-blossoming video.
Thanks again, Ronald Lee Naas
Old Black Women
Honoring Lula Davis Ledlow, Annie Blair, Essie Clark
And the Mt. Carmel Choir
Old black ladies display a beauty more varied than the congregation’s babies. They range in color from full moon to the interior of midnight. Their shapes and sizes are as different as the stones among the shadows of swaying palms. Some have hips that protrude like the benches we press our weight upon. Although one wears a hat that Saturn and a comet revolve around, they are all rooted in the earth, their flower watered by the spirit. Click to continue »
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