Friday, August 2, 2019

Poems Published in DoveTales, An International Online Journal of the arts, August 2019

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This is DoveTales, An International Journal of the Arts', first online edition. I am elated to be a part of this milestone in this very special, August 1, 2019, which is guest-edited by Liberian poet and Professor, Dr. Patrica Jabbeh Wesley.

The journal features poetry, fiction, non-fiction, art and photography from international writers. Specially featured are the works of young writers who are supported and encouraged by writingforpeace.org.

Go to the link to read the editor’s introduction and enjoy the work of all contributors. https://writingforpeace.org/dovetales-online-with-guest-editor-patricia-jabbeh-wesley/
The Theme of this edition is “One Word, One People” and here is an excerpt from the featured editor’s introduction.

This edition of DoveTales is a call on all of us writers and readers to remember that we are indeed one people. No matter our skin color or our geographic locations, we are “one world, one people.” DoveTales: An International Journal of the Arts has always been about the beautiful, sometimes sad or scarred, stories from around the worldabout writing for peace, and speaking peace even in the midst of world disunity or calamity. No matter what political leaders say or do, this new online edition, as with past print editions, is a reminder that we are one world and one people, and we must never forget that.”

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Life’s Catwalk

We walk the long walk.
The world looks on,
judge and jury of style,
our stride, our demeanor.

How well do we carry ourselves
in the skin-tight clothing nature gave us?
Our outfits neither Gucci nor Prada,
are dictated by climate and culture,
are indispensable, not disposable.

We are clad in white, brown, black,
and shades in between.
Distinctive marks are highlighted or hidden.
A mole on chin or cheek, a sign of beauty.
Unsightly, a blotched body lacking melanin,
or draped in a white coat of Albinism.

Some colors are never in season
in blinded corners of the world.

We live, love, give life
sustain our path with will and wit
in sickness and health
in sanity and madness.

Our pigmentations and frames
designated by DNA,
we walk this long walk
in the eyes of the world.

© Althea Mark-Romeo 2019


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They stand before us
like potential buyers
of freshly caught fish.

Defenders of their shores,
their eyes seek out their version of our story.
Will they pull our eyelids apart, check our teeth?

Our worthiness is tested with peppering questions.
Salty threats thrown at our wounds.

The masks we wear hide fragile emotions,
brittle under hammering words.

They might have walked in our shoes.
Their stories locked away
in memory’s dungeon,
they have chosen not to see
the repetition of history.

The catch of the day at borders,
which asylum will we get?
Political or mental?
Will we be cast back into the sea
of uncertainty?

© Althea Romeo-Mark 2019



 
Hurricane Maria, Daily Express

They Do Not Break
(for my Caribbean people devastated by Hurricanes Irma and Maria, 2017)

They had rummaged
through scattered belongings,
picked up rain-soaked photo albums
blown off shelves,
and bits of a shattered chest of drawers
that held Grandma’s diabetes
and pressure medication
and memories—baby teeth in a matchbox,
locks of hair and a photo in a plastic sack
from the first barbershop haircut
that showed the man
the boy would become.

Roofless houses
stand like skeletons,
their crowns ripped off
by vengeful winds.

Scattered in the road—zinc sheets,
branches, leaves, shoes,
a shredding rattan chair….

A neighbor’s belongings
lie in the alley
behind an abandoned house.

A grey sky threatens another downpour.
Can’t it see they are drained
after Irmaria’s*battering?

They will gather mind and body,
dig deep into marrow
to stay tiredness in its march,
so they do not break,
so others do not have to
pick up their pieces, too.

© Althea Romeo Mark 2019


*Irmaria: name given to the two hurricanes which hit the Leeward Caribbean islands one behind the other in 2017.




Born in Antigua, West Indies, Althea Romeo Mark is an educator and writer who grew up in St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands. She has lived and taught in the Virgin Islands, USA, Liberia, England, and in Switzerland since 1991. She writes poetry and short stories and has been internationally published. in the Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, Antigua and Barbuda, The Bahamas, Barbados, USA, England, Germany, Norway, Portugal, Colombia, India, U.K., Kenya, Liberia, Romania and Switzerland. Her last poetry collection,



The Nakedness of New, was published in 2018. She has participated in International Poetry Festivals in Romania, Kenya and in Colombia.



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