Art

True Wisdom IS Within You

  For eons, it has been said that true education means to “draw out” knowledge not put it in. One might ponder, then, why, the world over, education systems require paid teachers to formally dispense what they “know”. Presumably, teachers know by learning from others who have learned,…

Visiting Tresie Lewis Kinnell

On my road trip to the homecoming for Prarie View A&M University, I experienced the welcome and warmth of an overnight visit with Tresie Lewis Kinnell. Housed in Frisco, TX, outside of Dallas, this subdivision, for me, was reminiscent of the brownstones in Chicago. Kinnell’s house had its…

CONNECTION, INDEED!

connect /ka’nekt/ vb: join or associate  connection  /-‘nektshen n Are we connected? Let me count the ways. How can I? Yes, we share the same time, Planet, Sun, And galaxy. We are all fixed in the now And here. Only our thoughts and imaginings Seek beyond. But even our thoughts Are anchored…

Time

                                                She lives Like water it seems                         To flow even             As it splashes Like rocks in a row                          It’s seams and stitches     …be, the space, in                                            between Like…

Beyond Beauty: The Comfort of a Gee’s Bend Quilt 

    The quilts of Gee’s Bend, Alabama (also known as Boykin) have been classified as some of the most exceptional vernacular artworks in America while simultaneously compared to works by the great abstract expressionist painters. In fact, the very thing that made these series of quilted artworks…

IN YOUR IMAGE

I have seen fragments of eternity in the smile of an Afrikan face Contented by the chance to be visible in a world that sees us As monkeys that have just learnt to blend into the bigger picture. I have learnt to laugh with a dagger in my…

Poetry by Jon Purdue

BASTARD, BABY BOY. Born above a bread store. Muddy memory: Mom. Me. Mama. You. I knew then (that)…   You didn’t want me. Neither did she. Stories about me told then were Thinly veiled disgust.   My very favorite told and told and told again: You said “Mom,…