...then the tour
breaks
four weeks to travel
on my own
Germany and my sister
my niece
my mother
and Christmas
for the first time
my brother and I will break bread
on weinacht
in years
I want to see Italy in winter
maybe Paris
have not seen the louvre
in a long ass time
the alps and these windows and how they look
like fairy
tales of how life is beautiful
for those who are lucky enough
to be able to still see
stars
night and no lover to gaze at
so the heavens
are electric
alight with it's own might
I am insignificant
and beauty is when I forget
I exist
or hurt
wallpaper
for horizon
and faraway me
and two teenagers who look like each other
a bit like me
and my brother
Delano
I love you Black boy
mixed up
with salt and experience
and meine mutter's cheeks
bones
blood and muscle
we are beautiful
boy
we are bounty
bless
you say when we are done with the talk
of nostalgia
bless I respond
thank you for my niece
thank you for my brother
mama
and meine kleine schwester
mama
thank you for my mouth
and my hands flying rapid and radiant in performance
tis the season
to forget the leaving
to be grateful
for our survival
all these years without each other
mama
I am coming Mama
not quite home
but I am returning
to all you are
no regrets
tonight
only hope pulsing proud
of you and the dirt tracks you have carved
from rock
and the rhetoric of class
chiseled
granite inside this generation's chest
I had a massage today
and I loved the soft oil
sliding
civil down my naked ass
over my hips
my body is my own
tonight
I belong only to the slit of navy
backlit glass visions
from my hotel window
tonight
I am reading your interview
thinking I should have said so much more
(maya you made me stunning)
God
is dancing Coltrane
Alice and all I will leave as memory
tonight
I am happy
Jamaica waits for me
Europe
beckons
and Africa knows it is only a matter of time
before I visit again
Rushnie
and Samantha
and Chris
Lebo
Mackie
Kano
you are all laid
thick beneath my tongue
tonight
Atlanta was witness
and I was grateful
I was able to take the stand
in the spirit
of the nocturnal
celebrated
Staceyann
Click here to check out Maya's interview
Hi Staceyann,
I saw you last night! And, again, I was enraptured in the the velocity of your words, the fire in your guts, the veracity and the confidence and the pure punctuation of your style, of you...
I thoroughly enjoyed the entire performance and the degree of matured voices representing, articulating matured visions voiced on one big stage. You,of course, didn't miss a beat! You were (and are still)on time delivering truth and passion ever so poetically!
I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to speak with you again after the show, but my friend and I did purchase another one of your books. I'll have to get you to autograph it next time, okay?
Peace and good blessings go with you, always
Posted by: Aurora at December 8, 2004 06:45 PMresonance and rhythm. wanted to share the memory of domed star speckled skies in der scwheiz alps in wienacht. i know what you speak of and africa beckons still. always did always will. but in the mountains i was ok. long walks and silence. quiet and trees, woods and a view of the lake. Accompanied always by music from the lands of my mother. where my mother was and is. i have left to return to my mother but the mountains and the lakes remain.
From someone who enjoys the way your words flow.
Go well.