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Amanda Miller created this comic while a student at Renaissance School of Art and Reasoning with WITS Writer-in-Residence David Lasky. Amanda read the poem to open our Literary Arts Series event with Daniel James Brown on March 15, 2022.
The times I smell the sweet and sourness of the broth I know the night with be filled with joy. The pork so tender Just slips off the bone Like slipping into a fantasy of other worlds and imagination Infused with the taste of the broth It’s the kind of meat just by thinking about […]
One day, a person came to his house and asked, “Could you come and fix my door frame? The outer wood is starting to crack.” “Oh my!” Marco responded. “I can do that. Just give me a few hours to do it.” “Thank you!” the person said gratefully. So Marco spent the next 4 hours […]
Peace and I met at 2 in the morning with my head hanging out the window to catch snow on my tongue He was so cold and refreshing and new He breathed out white clouds And the light of the moon reflecting on his skin So I vowed to make him my friend Peace and […]
My name is truth … but you could call me right on my ancestors’ history, because being right is telling stories with meaning… Remember me. I believe in equality for my brother’s children … I am built from glass which reflects truth and shatters with lies… Remember me. I come from strength that my African ancestors have shown in true times of peril … My […]
Peace and I met at 2 in the morning with my head hanging out the window to catch snow on my tongue He was so cold and refreshing and new He breathed out white clouds And the light of the moon reflecting on his skin So I vowed to make him my friend Peace and […]
Dancing is you with me floating on the sea with the sunshine on your face like you’re on stage with the lights on finding your way back but you can’t leave Dancing is like poetry: the song never ends Poetry is like the beat of the music when you dance like an echo of a […]
Everything around us is taken for granted, from the Sun to the Moon to the very wind at our backs. It is with us so often, we don’t think of it as essential or vital Just… there. When it is taken from your life, you notice it. You crave it, you hunger for it, like […]
………………….. I like to drink coffee on sweet-illed mornings yet I don’t have an appetite f or time. ……… Both my ears and ey e s feel as though they ………………………………………..a re vacant and […]
Words. Everywhere and nowhere. Everything begins with them, a poem, a friendship, a thought. To have silence, is to have words. To have peace, is to have words. Floating around you unseen. You think then speak allowing the words to spring to life. Blossoming terrible or wonderful. Words dance around you being heard, being told. […]