I am a California born, granddaughter of immigrants, documented and undocumented, who works as a writer, editor, writing coach, spoken word performer, recording artist, and poetry professor. I live as a wife, mother, grandmother, aunt, niece, cousin and friend to many who honor me with their friendship in return.
I am San Francisco’s third Poet Laureate, an award winning poet and fiction writer, creative non-fiction writer, performer, editor, and part-time senior adjunct professor at California College of the Arts as well as the poet-in-residence of the Fine Arts Museums of San Francisco. I have toured internationally in places such as Northern and Southern Italy, Bosnia, Jamaica, Venezuela, Belgium, England and Wales, and throughout the United States both performing my poetry and serving on panels speaking on African-American poetry, Beat Poetry, and poetry of resistance. I have two novels and four books of poetry published. My first novel, An Open Weave, was awarded the First Novelist Award by the Black Caucus of the American Library Association, was released by Seal Press and later sold to Women’s Press in London and resold as a trade paperback to Signature Press. Curbstone Press released my second novel (which includes poetry), Brown Glass Windows to critical acclaim City Lights Publishing released another book of my poetry, where river meets ocean. and Creative Arts Books, Inc. released my third solo book of poetry, with more than tongue. I am the recipient of a 2002 California Arts Council Spoken Word Literary Arts Fellowship.
For over twenty years I have been a part of Daughters of Yam (a poetry performance group with Opal Palmer Adisa) which has released one book, two chapbooks, one poetry and jazz cassette and one poetry and jazz CD. My poems and short stories, and essays have been published in a number of anthologies including: So Long Been Dreaming : Post-Colonial Science Fiction, Mojo: Conjurer Tales , Drum Voices Review, So Much Thing to Say, Heartspeak, Saints of Hysteria, 100 Poets Against the War , So Luminous the Wildflowers, Rites of Passage , Black Silk , Bum Rush the Page: Def Poetry Jam , Girls Like Us , Father Songs ,Streetlights: Urban Stories of the Black Experience , Thoughts to Savor , I Hear A Symphony , Poetry Like Bread , and many magazines and journals including “The New Progressive”, “Caribbean Writer,” “Left Curve,” “Essence,” “River Styx”, “Black Scholar”, “Callaloo”, “Obsidian”, “Paterson Literary Review”, and “Zyzzyva,” I have received Pushcart recognition for her short story/poem, “A Crowded Table”. I was also a CAC Writing Fellowship in 1989.I have also written two “Start to Finish” history books for young people: Rosa Parks: Freedom Fighter and Frederick Douglas: A Hero for All Times (1999) I have edited and written introductions for six student poetry anthologies produced by the Fine Arts Museums Poets in the Galleries program.
In 2004 I was given a commission by the Oakland East Bay Symphony to collaborate with composer Guillermo Galindo to create and perform in Trade Route,a symphony with spoken word and chorus, that premiered in 2005.
In addition to teaching at CCA, I have taught at New College and lectured at San Jose State, Humboldt College, San Francisco State College, Stanford University, And San Mateo, San Jose, and San Francisco City Colleges. I have also taught poetry performance workshops at Laney College, held workshops and individual writing coaching sessions for novice and experienced poetry and/or prose writers.
The Orlando massacre was terrible. Forty-nine dead, mostly Latino, mostly Gay or some configuration Trans, bi, etc. It is indeed a tragedy. An American tragedy. The solution however is not as simple as ISEL or “Islamic Terrorism.” It is not as simple as banning weapons of war, but yes that is at least something. But we need to understand and know our America. We need to see the whats and the whys as more complex. A quick scan over history shows other massacres-
There was the one in September 28, 1868 when whites in Opelousa, Louisiana when whites killed 300 Blacks over the right to vote. And then there was December 29, 1890 when 297 Sioux Indians at Wounded Knee Creek on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota were murdered by federal agents & cavalry soldiers. And the two day massacre May 31st and June 1, 1921 when the Black Wall Street was destroyed (The Tulsa City race riots when whites rioted against Blacks.) Survivors speak of hundreds of dead, the most modest estimates are 55 (with 800 wounded), and the most dramatic cite 3000. And of course the more recent one April 19, 1995 Timothy McVeigh, a white Christian man killed 168 people. Yes the first three examples were shootings and the next one shooting and bombing and the last a bombing, but all were massacres carried out by Americans. All these acts were terrorism, domestic terrorism. Orlando Florida was the largest massacre in the number of Gays killed in one action. (And what has fueled this venom, this hate? It was home bred for sure.) Still, it was the most recent, not the largest. To solve the problem we must know the problem. And we must stand up against this terrorism. We must stand up against hate. After that moment of silence, how do we act? terrorism defined 1. i was a child when i first saw the pictures black men’s bodies hanging from trees castrated burnt picnic laughed the men and women with their children nigger cookout some of them seemed to speak into the camera lens the smell of burnt flesh fresh in their nostrils i’ve been against terrorism for a long time 2. as a teen read pieces of the rise and fall of the 3rd reich not much more than a footnote the points on jewish flesh stretched into lampshades which, as it happened, echoed the fate of slave rebellion leader nat turner a hundred years earlier when his lush hued skin was cut and dried and then fashioned into a purse and a never quite translucent lamp shade displayed in his captor’s home i’ve been against terrorism for a long time stood and marched as vietnam warriors would come and go leaving chemical forests, massive graves and skulls presaging cambodian death trails one half a million iraqi children are dead the first from poisoned water then more from disease and starvation every thirty days thirty-five hundred young people waste away as if someone was blowing up a child-full world trade center inside of iraq every single month and now america cries speaks mournfully of mothers who could not come home from work fathers who had houses and dreams turned to bone ash that got caught in our phlegm-fill lungs and tear-spilling eyes and yes we cry for the loses of all of those who were loved who are loved who are bombed who were incinerated who came to rest under hundreds of tons of concrete and iron plaster and glass in barbarous acts like so many others that i have lived under that i have seen grow terrorism that’s personal a man dragged behind a truck until his arm is pulled from socket his leg torn from hip his head sawed from neck terrorism that’s intimate a woman raped invaded assaulted beaten bruised broken by men strangers and lovers family every two minutes terrorism that’s official a night stick pushed up a black man’s anus as a station full of police turn their heads ignore the screams a west african immigrant shot at 42 times until 19 bullets make him crumbles in his own doorway while trying to show his papers terrorism that’s global i have lost my mother my father my brother my sister my hope i have lost my family so i have lost my hope cries a man who speaks after the bombing of his afghani village as the terrorists advance boldly waving their flags 3. america i hear you sing that liberty is your mother is it daddy then who rapes because america it is you who feeds this monster its largest meals you who stokes its hottest fires no you are not alone and no you were not the first but now america you set the standard look at the people you have killed start anywhere in your history any day the first days this morning spin a globe in your hand and look where your armies live look where they draw weapons look where their armaments are used but as for this american-born woman grown strong and free inside your rotting belly america terrorism has been a regular part of my world all my life and i have been fighting it long as i can remember saying no as loud as i knew how no pledges needed no waving flags required no uniformed allegiance recited with bandaged mouths necks gripped until one can barely breathe let me state it clearly again and again i’ve been against terrorism for a long time been against terrorism against all terrorism against terrorism against all terrorism against terrorism against all terrorism for forever devorah major |
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