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henna on drum

Artist: Alex Morgan
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD		Rhythms

Rhythm of the body
Heartbeats

walk speak dance

Rhythm of the land
Hoofbeats

hunt make grow

Rhythm of the spirit
Drumbeats

sing shine live


Artist: Lady Tetsu
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		The Nomads

We are the wanderers
Guardians of the sacred cattle
as they graze the savannah.

We are fierce warriors.
We fight back the desert,
We protect
Enkai Nerok’s cattle,
We keep the land
safe from harm.

If we pause,
Enkai Nanyokie will be angry
If we halt, the cattle will die,
The land will die.
If we stop, we will die.
Ethiopia

Artist: Deb Brommer
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		Ethiopian Cross

We’re just wayfaring
strangers
Travelling through
This world of woe.

By the waters of Babylon
Where we sit down
Lord, how we weep
When we remember Zion

Nobody knows the trouble I
see
Nobody knows my sorrow

Those who carried us
Away to captivity
Require of us a song
But tell me how can we sing
In a strange land?

Blow your trumpet, Gabriel.
Blow louder, louder.
That trump will blow me
home
To the new Jerusalem.

Daughter of Babylon,
May you be destroyed;
O happy day,
When you are served
As you have served us.
Skates

Artist: Beth Kitchen
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Gwyneddh Jones
Photography: Roy Jones		Broken

No one will call me smart.
(get up)
No one will call me pretty.
(get up)
I am, however,
(get up)
Strong,
(get up)
Disciplined,
(get up)
Finely tuned,
(get up)
And proud to be part
of a well-oiled machine.
(so get up)

I have given
(get up)
My bloodsweattearspridetime
(get up)
Tomake my body
the instrument that it is.

It's all I have.

Why, now,
did it have to break?
Cowries

Artist: Wendy Rover
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		The UnseenMother

She dances.
She flirts.
She weeps.
She calls us to Ecstasy.
She resents.
She withholds.
She prevails.
She calls us to Strength.
She listens.
She heeds.
She answers.
She calls us to Devotion.
She creates.
She nurtures.
She heals.
She calls us to Beauty.
Prayer

Artist: Lady Tetsu
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		All-holy Mother of wisdom,
Who enlightens all
who come into this world,
Let thy light illuminate me and
open mymind to knowledge,
That I may grow in wisdom.

The Lord Jesus Christ,
Thy son and my God, said,
"Apart from me,
You can do nothing."
In faith I embrace His words.
I entreat Thy goodness,
Holy Mother,
To send Thy grace
to strengthen my mind,
That I may learn well.

Thank You, Wise Mother,
For Thy strength
and guidance in my work.
Thou and Thy Son are
the fulfillment
of all good things.
Fill alsomy soul
with joy and gladness,
That I may praise You always.

Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison.

Amen.
Ibo

Artist: Paul Hernandez
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		Not Today

Impassive,
the grandmother sits.
Around her,
teeming voices swarm,
Insistent, arrogant, fearful,
angry, indignant:

“It’s beautiful.”
“It’s sacred.”
“It’s tradition.”
They fall silent
and look at her,
A study in fierce bronze,
Waiting for her to speak.

“No.”
“She will not be marked today.”
Josephine2

Artist: Wendy Rover
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		Josephine

Qui était-elle?
Qui suis-je?

They only talk about
the music
the voice
the body.
They only remember
the dancing
the costumes
the shows.
But when I look
at those old photos:
ma grand-mère,
La Rosette de la Résistance,
une Chevalière
de Légion d'Honneur,
And when I put on
her crumpled outfits
her dancing shoes,
her smile
Je deviens vaillant,
And I will change the world.
Erzulie

Artists: Robin Jaeckel, Deb Brommer, Wendy Rover
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		Three Erzulie

Papa Legba, open the door!
Odu Legba, ouvri pòt la!

Dantor
Prete'm kouto,
defend the family
Prete'm pwenyad,
protect the children
Lend me a knife,
lend me a dagger,
Prete'm kouto,
prete'm pwenyad

Freda
She is cool, li fre, she is
Freda
Give her white roses
and pink carnations
Give her what she wants,
Freda O!
she doesn't eat people
anymore
Freda O!
Li pa manje moun anko

La Siren
I serve the Whale,
The Mermaid possesses me
My hat fell into the sea.
Chapo'm tonbe nan la me.
tiptoe

Artist: Penni AlZayer
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		Rahab the Harlot

She could sense the
change.

The scent of a new God
was in the air.

It clung to the spies she
hid in her attic.

She could see the cracks in
the walls of the city.

The strength of a new God
was in the earth.

The river parted at the
sight of His rabbis.

She could hear the music.

The songs of a new God
filled her head.

And so certain was she of
the new God’s
righteousness,

That she forsook her city,
hid the spies, hung the red
signal cords,

Saved herself and her
family. So after the walls
of Jericho

Came tumbling down
around her, she wed
Joshua himself
And became Chassidoth,
the most pious of all
women.
scarification

Artist: Robin Jaeckel
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		gtfo

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Yemaya2

Artist: Robin Jaeckel
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		Mother of Oceans

Yemaja wakes, and
A storm brews under the sea,
Yemaja blinks, and
An eddy off the Agulhas
current
Stirs the ocean depths,
churns the sea floor
Yemaja breathes, and
Warm, salty water swirls
into the bitter Atlantic.
Yemaja stretches, and
The cold and the warm
explode
Into new life.
Yemaja smiles.
wisdom

Artist: Deb Brommer
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		Nyansapo

My father always said,
“Wisdom is a knot
that must be,
that cannot be
untied.”

To become wise,
a man must disentangle
the strands of knowing.
He must embrace
peace and generosity
He must reject
greed and violence.
He must understand
the whole.

“A wise man,” my father said,
“knows how to untie the knot
without untying it.”
Esther

Artist: Penni AlZayer
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		Esther

If I have found favor
In thy sight, O King
Listen thou to my plea.
I and my people
Are doomed;
We have been betrayed.
If I have found favor
In thy sight, O King
Listen thou to my plea.
I and my people will be
Sold into slavery, killed,
Our children destroyed,
Our cattle and goods
Plundered.
If I have found favor
In thy sight, O King
Listen thou to my plea.
Haman
Must be stopped.

Thou hast pleased me,
Esther.
Haman will be hanged.
Eve

Artist: Lady Tetsu
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		Eve

She looked upon the
fruit of the Tree of
Knowledge,

Seeing its beauty,
reveling in its fragrance.

The serpent said God
does not wish her to be
smart,

To know things.

God, he said, wants her
to be ignorant, to be
obedient,

To be a good girl.

God, he said, does not
wish to be challenged.

I do wish to be smart,
she said, to know things.

I will not be ignorant,
obedient, blindly and
stupidly good.

I will eat of this fruit,
and my eyes will be
opened.

I will not fall into sin.

I will rise into
knowledge.
Lilacs

Artist: Lady Tetsu
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		Bloduwedd

Though I be made
from flowers:

The royal broom,
the graceful, scented
meadowsweet

The strong, deep oak;

Though I be made
for him,

I will not be married
to a cursed man.

A man whose mother
refused him

A name for himself
alone

Arms to protect
that name

A son to carry on
that name.

Lleu is not my man.
I will run away with
Goronwy.
Seraphim

Artist: Deb Brommer
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		The Feather of Ma’at

Standing before the
Scales of Judgement,
In the Hall of Two Truths,
I guard the way to eternity.
I alone can see your True Self
You mortals must come
Through me
I will guide you; I will test you.
I will burn you
And make you worthy.
Through me, your soul will purify
And weigh nomore than the
Feather ofMa’at.
But if it weighs one grainmore,
Ammit will devour you.
Laila

Artist: Penni AlZayer
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Elizabeth Howard, PhD
Photography: Roy Jones		Layla

Let my prayers rise
As incense to thee, O Lord.

My parents refused
To let us marry
And forced me to wed
Another.
I will not sleep with him.
I spend my time
Meditating upon
Our lost love,
My whirling mind
Calmed by the scent
Of bakhoor.
They call him Majnun,
“Crazy Man,”
As he wanders
Through the desert
Calling my name.
I see him in the smoke.
He beckons me.
I must go to him.
silver tuareg

Artist: Beth Kitchen
Graphic Montage: Alex Morgan
Poetry: Gwyneddh Jones
Photography: Roy Jones		TuaregWarrior Girl

The daughter of the mother
stands ready
Tightly gripping her spear.
She is the first girl—
perhaps the first of many—
to take up arms,
to caravan the Sahara.

When she returns, if she returns,
She will be both daughter
and son of the mother
She will embody woman and man
And bring us back.

She stands—defiant, unafraid;
Nervous, shy, apprehensive—
The camel kneels, bows its head.

Go, child. The desert awaits you.
Your people await you.