We are happy to announce that we will have a Book Launch for Rebecca N. Herz and her debut poetry chapbook “Homecoming and other poems.” The event will be held on Sunday, January 22 at 2 p.m. EST and will include guests Zaneta Varnado Johns and Jill Sharon Kimmelman, both published poets with international recognition.
Each year, we create an anthology and this year we are so proud of the passionate and absolutely honest “Social Justice Inks-Anthology of Poetry.”
It all started with a panel through Living Social. This included C. Miller, Chyrel J. Jackson, Lyris D. Wallace, and LaVan Robinson.
After this meetup an open mic was held and from then on it was all systems go to produce this anthology. After the open mic, it became obvious that the next step would be to publish the anthology. With a call for submissions and tremendous response, we worked together to make it happen. We are grateful for all the support, including that of ShugaShuga Publishing LLC, SistersRoc’nRhyme, Garden of Neuro Institute, and Living Poetry.
We offer the utmost gratitude to Zaneta Varnado Johns, who served with dedication as the co-editor. What an honor to have the help of someone so in tune to what needs to be heard. And if anybody has an editor’s eye, it’s Zan.
Contributing authors to Social Justice Inks were:
Bartholomew Barker, Binod Diwadi, C. Miller, Chanah Wizenberg, Christopher D. Sims, Chyrel J. Jackson,
Dan Brook, Doug Stuber, Elliot m rubin, Howard Moon, Indy Samra, Ivor Steven, Jaya Avendel,
Jia-Li Yang, Jill Sharon Kimmelman, Joan McNerney, Joni Caggiano, K. Ann Pennington, Karuna Mistry,
LaVan Robinson, Lisa Bolin, Lyris D. Wallace, Marisela Brazfield, Marjorie Maddox, Nanci Arvizu,
If these walls could talk they’d tell mom’s stories of her younger years and the adventures of family and friends throughout our lives
They’d tell of wonders how that first date would go while sister curled my hair and put makeup on my 12 year old face while I perspired in her dress
They’d offer witness of each brother who came home on military leave to celebrate accomplishments and share family life and visits to old buddies
They’d tell of phone calls from far away, from old friends who never forgot relationships were more important than things
These walls would tell of tears laughter, hugs, kisses goodnight and all the life held in between these floral papers, these quiet walls if only, they could talk
Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld (c)
Memories of happy times in our lives are such blessings. I wish there had been a record of all the stories my mother alone would tell. As I am working on recording these, to the best of my memory, tears come and my heart warms. Later in his life, I recorded stories of daddy and his telling of his World War II service. I treasure that tape and the document created.
As I was working on Caring for Souls, what helped me is to look at old photographs of growing up. This has brought up so many memories that I am continuing to work in this process for another book.
Sometimes, we end up being the one who has been involved with caring for others or having others care for us. Mom did not care for having to be cared for, but it happened just the same. It was the love that was shared between and outside the walls that built these kind of relationships.
Are you caring for someone now? Please share in the comments. I want to hear about it, if you are comfortable.
May all your walls be covered with memories via photos, art, and more.