but we held out our eyes delirious with grace.

Shake Loose My Skin: New and Selected Poems

I’m gonna stay on the battlefield
I’m gonna stay on the battlefield
I’m gonna stay on the battlefield til I die.

i had come into the city carrying life in my eyes
amid rumors of death,
calling out to everyone who would listen
it is time to move us all into another century
time for freedom and racial and sexual justice
time for women and children and men time for hands unbound
i had come into the city wearing peaceful breasts
and the spaces between us smiled
i had come into the city carrying life in my eyes.
i had come into the city carrying life in my eyes.

And they followed us in their cars with their computers
and their tongues crawled with caterpillars
and they bumped us off the road turned over our cars,
and they bombed our buildings killed our babies,
and they shot our doctors maintaining our bodies,
and their courts changed into confessionals
but we kept on organizing we kept on teaching believing
loving doing what was holy moving to a higher ground
even though our hands were full of slaughtered teeth
but we held out our eyes delirious with grace.
but we held out our eyes delirious with grace.

I’m gonna treat everybody right
I’m gonna treat everybody right
I’m gonna treat everybody right til I die.

come. i say come, you sitting still in domestic bacteria
come. i say come, you standing still in double-breasted mornings
come. i say come, and return to the fight.
this fight for the earth
this fight for our children
this fight for our life
we need your hurricane voices
we need your sacred hands

i say, come, sister, brother to the battlefield
come into the rain forests
come into the hood
come into the barrio
come into the schools
come into the abortion clinics
come into the prisons
come and caress our spines

i say come, wrap your feet around justice
i say come, wrap your tongues around truth
i say come, wrap your hands with deeds and prayer
you brown ones
you yellow ones
you black ones
you gay ones
you white ones
you lesbian ones

Come come come come come to this battlefield
called life, called life, called life… .

I’m gonna stay on the battlefield
I’m gonna stay on the battlefield
I’m gonna stay on the battlefield til I die.

Sonia Sanchez -For Sweet Honey in the Rock
Beacon Press (c) 1999 by Sonia Sanchez

does your work become your calling?

or your calling become your work?



discuss.

believe it.

dear carol hyde and the iona community,

i know i wore rain boots and a kerchief all summer. and that i also wore the same clothes and didn't shower or shave and rolled my pants in a horrible fashion.

but when i told you that my favorite pair of shoes were my four inch red stiletto heels and you didn't believe that someone who looked like me could own shoes like those and you asked for photo proof upon my return...

believe it.

so, miss carol hyde, who made me make beds perfectly and wash dishes FASTER ...

these pics are for your dis-believing self.

(and i hope you are MOST wonderful.)

love,

ashley

the peace of wild things.

by wendell berry.


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

i don't have much wild space here,

but for now, a hot mug of tea in a hipster cafe

or pupusa at a taqueria

will have to suffice.

(and prospect park's not bad, either.)

unacceptable.

one in five u.s. high school girls say they do not know three adults they can turn to if they have a problem.

(girls, inc. 2006.)