My sorta heaven. In the corner of the secret bookstore in New York City. Where I go to fall in love.
They call us now
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of
war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
- Running Orders, by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
Sonia Sanchez & Pops. it is because of the paths they paved that i am able to do what i love. to be and exist as i feel. they laid the foundation for us. so many of our elders are being called home this year. honor them by loving and living in gratitude. we have work to do. there is still so much to be done. give thanks.
"What do you love about being a woman?"
“Everything. We’re allowed to be human in a way that men aren’t..”
LadyLiberty. July 4th, 2014.
Le Poisson Rouge. NYC.
Lady Liberty- blown away by these women and the others who made a part of this amazing show. Grateful to have been able to experience and document this event.
@aja_monet opens up for #CelebrateBrooklyn.
It was going to happen and then it happened. Just like that. It went. I want to do this for the rest of my life. #celebratebklyn #celebratebrooklyn
Tomorrow I am being honored and awarded by the YWCA of NYC at their 10th Annual Summer Soirée. Edison Ballroom. 6-10pm. Looking forward to an incredible evening. #ywca
When a woman writes you a poem, she spends time with the gods on your behalf.
I am my ancestral and cultural memories embodied — here, now. How to understand our contemporary historically-active being-ness, how to translate that, and how to speak this across all our differences is the method that we active-witnesses are similarly seeking. We’re all interested in creating blueprints that call up history, that recognize how history has carved our very bodies, souls, psyches, minds and speech forms — while at the same time generating a “present-speak” that can free us from our pasts in order to create now’s and futures full of hope.
💜Thank you to everyone who came out this evening for “Inner-City Chants & Cyborg Cyphers” I love y’all. Hope to see the rest of you tomorrow for my final show before leaving for a few weeks. 7pm Sharp. $15 PreSale/$20 door. www.ajamonet.com. (Photo repost from @misha_merino) #ajachants #nyc #poetry #ajamonet
Manuscript of poems for tonight’s show “Inner-City Chants & Cyborg Cyphers” Excited and nervous. (PreSale ends online 1hour prior to showtime. Link for tickets are in my bio) Looking forward! #ajamonet #poetry #ajachants #newyorkcity
Prepping for “Inner-City Chants & Cyborg Cyphers” opening night tomorrow. Sitting in the nook of my madness.
For Dr. Maya Angelou, I love you. Thank you. Your poems will continue to carry us.