December 27, 2004

Cafe in Cologne...

The internet cafe is closing in two minutes

nothing much to say except
the world is full

and wide open and joyful
challenging
but good for me

and the dream still
being conjured

I love the sound of the
night quiet

or rushing with the clatter of heart
being open

I will be in New York in one day

in Jamaica in two
see you when I chance

to rumble in your
neck of the proverbial
woods

kisses
from the cold front

of my mother's home

Till such time
as warrants the meeting of our flesh

Staceyann

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December 25, 2004

CHRISTMAS/BIRTHDAY:::etc

Years

and years and years
ago

a small girl was born
a few years before that

a man named Jesus
on the very same day was born

they say
no one knows for sure

Christ
then me

two pounds of wiggling flesh
deposited for humor
on a plate

reserved for dinner
that was me

three-score and two
jahre

this year has been a humdinger
but I survived this one too

fuck you
despair

the sky has been shooting stars
still

even in the absence of people
lovers
friends

enemies I have allowed
too close to my pound of wiggling flesh

you will not eat me
alive

kill me first and then my body will
be dust

you will choke on it
my body will take your breath away

butterfly/phoenix

insect
sometimes you look like something
firefly drawn as I was to you

scorpion
you left me stung world

years later my chest till dances the rise
and fall of defiance

I love you Larah
and Lisa
Delano
Gabby

Chauntelle
Racquel
Janelle

Asha
Asante
Dominique
Tiona

Ain
and her pen

AUDRE
FRIDA
ZORA

Toni Morrison
Edwidge Danticat

Kamau Brathwaite
Kwame

Your names have become Litany
on my tongue
my ear

Alice
and Darcy

I am glad you both have hearts
ears

Suheir
rainbow girl reminding me
things bloom even when we are pressed
thick beneath gray skies

things are aflower
girl!

Ishle
Tamica
Robyn

breath and laughter
this is what I wish for
under the open sky
of the alps

I am dreaming in colored
frocks/skirts

my mother's dream for herself
come true for me

I am writer
traveler

face
belonging to too many places
I sleep well
in none of them

hotel rooms
even at Christmas

my birthday
one hallway away from my brother

we fight
and laugh and reminisce

and forgive
in a house/hotel in which he tumbles
over his pictures/plants/present identity

not quite black boy
at home in Austria
in Jamaica

sleeps under feathers
me

I am breathing in
this clean air

this clear water reflecting more than
my own History

carving the shape of this
new direction

love of self
is a thing of rapid splendor

jewelled and glinting in the quiet
gray of skies
you once knew intimately as blue

it will come again
Christmas makes one less day
for winter

time pass
so fas'
so fas' so fas' so fas'

Cheryl Boyce Taylor
say it pas' too fas' for she heart

my body still holding on
to girlhood

dunno why
I ain't had no chirren yet

but soon
child

I soon come fi you

just wait right there
and I will come

maybe next year will bring something more than this wild promise made every year
after year I making promise

time to make the baby, eh?

in love
and all the things that make us conflicted
about birthdays
and Christmas

and all that jazz

Til nex' time,
Staceyann


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December 21, 2004

The Austrian Alps...

... 25 minutes
from the Hintertux Glacier

6 feet from my brother
and the snow caps are picturesque

storybook afternoon
we talk of our mother

our beautiful sister
Larah the bee
being herself in Köln

here we are
years later remembering how it was
in Bethel Town

so long ago
in Bethel Town

Jamaica
Jerusalem

faraway from here

the first Christmas for me
for those who wait for another
messiah

another crucifixion
another birth

Christmas

and my birthday to boot
me and Christ
born both outsiders

unwelcome
but here we come all the time
trudging the track of tradition gone

awry
babies are so vulnerable to the processes
of the places through which they come

happy holidays
kwaanza
birthday

whatever leaves you open
to smiling

three days after a small performance
in Heidelberg

thank you Concha and Frank
Jakob and Das Hotel Krocodil

on a street called Kleinschmidtstrasse
15
quaint little thing

not too far from the Buchergilde
cafe
bookstore

where I bought Neruda in German
translations are interesting

Zell am Ziller
and we head to Italy in a few days
for a meal or two

snow everywhere
and all my friends are far
and away

New York
Montego Bay; Kingston

Stockholm
Japan

I miss all the parts of what make you amazing
ah soon come

gimme a week and I will be
there

this is the first quiet
since I left Brooklyn

almost one week now

feels good
cushioned in the warmth of this

strange place of family
will tell you more as it unfolds

kisses from
the valley of the alps,
Staceyann

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December 07, 2004

Atlanta...

...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

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