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Goddess of Discord

This post is an excerpt from my memoir From Where I Stand, a story of love across time and race. The place is Wake Forest, North Carolina, a small town of about 4,000 people. The time is 1967-1968, about three years before the total desegregation of Wake County schools. Beginning in the late 1950s, my fatherContinue reading “Goddess of Discord”

Promised

by Lynn Farmer A poem to Cuba Searching for haven in the stormy night,I may well perish as I make my way;But always to you, Fair Cuba, holding tight,Fast by the rudder, I await the day.–José Jacinto Milanés When I am far away from you,I can still imagine the crashing azure into whiteover the waitingContinue reading “Promised”

The Moment

He does not hang. He hovers…. The Moment of Decision, but his choice is already made: suspended from nails we cannot see, sharp shadow stretched across concrete or rusted metal beams. He does not hang. He hovers, golden wings raised, coming in for a landing, or a scoop of silvery fish — While his fisher-friendsContinue reading “The Moment”

Entre nosotras el mar

A love letter to Cuba and La Vigia A poet and an artist walk into a bar. No, this is not the beginning of a joke. The setting is Cuba. The time is the late 1980s and early 1990s, during what Fidel Castro dubs “the Special Period in the Time of Peace.” The Iron CurtainContinue reading “Entre nosotras el mar”

Creative Love (as the world burns)

How many different ways can you find to say I love you? Every night we perform the same ritual, my husband William and I. We may be in separate rooms or sitting side by side in bed. But we are both intent on our phones, scrolling through GIFs and plotting message threads that we shareContinue reading “Creative Love (as the world burns)”

Pledging allegiance

I stand up behind the podium. I am addressing a meeting of the Rotary Club of Wake Forest, North Carolina, in the back room of a local cafeteria. The people in front of me are mostly white. They sit along the sides of long rectangular tables placed in cramped rows, their faces washed out byContinue reading “Pledging allegiance”

The Slaughter of Innocence

I was not there for the Slaughter of the Innocents. I was with the rest of the cast in the lounge that served as a green room—sitting on a comfy chair or on the floor with my legs stretched out in front of me. Doing homework, studying for exams. Chatting, singing Bob Dylan or JoniContinue reading “The Slaughter of Innocence”

Upended Expectations

(for the beginning of the Epiphany season) After Jesus’ birth—which happened in Bethlehem of Judea, during the reign of Herod—astrologers from the East arrived in Jerusalem and asked, “Where is the newborn ruler of the Jews? We observed his star at its rising and have come to pay homage.”…. The star which they had observedContinue reading “Upended Expectations”

Making something

What do you do when the world is burning. When you surface from uneasy dreams to find yourself in a house engulfed in flames, room gorged with smoke and fire alarm broken. When calls to your elected representatives–all Republicans, or not–are met with stock replies. When the words of your op-ed turn to ashes inContinue reading “Making something”

Fiddling while Rome burns

OK, OK. So it wasn’t a fiddle that Nero played while the city of Rome went up in flames. It may have been a lyre, or a kithara, but definitely not a fiddle. The violin had yet to be invented. Nero was reportedly in nearby Antium when the fire broke out. He rushed to Rome andContinue reading “Fiddling while Rome burns”