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As we work to prep the coming issue, we have also been thinking about what actually happens after the issue is launched and you click on it; read it; skim it; share it; reflect on it…etc. Do we…
Uncover the diverse emotions of life through words and images?
Enrich your heart, soul, spirit?
Help transition the global community into a world-wide neighborhood?
Prompt you to read, reflect, act!?
Provide a multi-dimensional journey into words and images?
Give you words that intrigue; images that enrich; a publication that emboldens?
Satisfy your hunger for stimulating words and images?
Fuel your creative spirit and inspire your need to share your creative impulses with someone else?
And does aaduna rock your imagination?
Whoa…this blog posting is not about aaduna {well, may be a little.} It is about our summer contributors so let’s get back to what we do…promote our contributors!
Shawnte Barr is an aspiring and
emerging poet and writer who crafts her words with meaning and a sense of
history. In the summer issue we will
publish her poem, “Some Men Are Sweet, Others Are
Squirrels.” We decided not to excerpt
anything from that work but to present another work, in its entirety titled, “warm rain on cool skin.”
so comforting and soothing
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Uncover the diverse emotions of life through words and images?
Enrich your heart, soul, spirit?
Help transition the global community into a world-wide neighborhood?
Prompt you to read, reflect, act!?
Provide a multi-dimensional journey into words and images?
Give you words that intrigue; images that enrich; a publication that emboldens?
Satisfy your hunger for stimulating words and images?
Fuel your creative spirit and inspire your need to share your creative impulses with someone else?
And does aaduna rock your imagination?
Whoa…this blog posting is not about aaduna {well, may be a little.} It is about our summer contributors so let’s get back to what we do…promote our contributors!
so comforting and soothing
so
refreshing the rain
washing
away the unwanted pain
sort of like letting go
kind of
like renewing the inside
can
almost be compared to being baptized
in the
water where all my sins are washed away
like renewing my spirit, so to speak
replenishing
what was once lost
making me
smile
like it's
going out of style
so i like to sing:
when it
rains on me
i believe
that i'm set free
when it
rains on me
i believe
my sins are washed away
who are you to judge my pain?
to tell
me to stop my pouring rain?
you were
not there when i was going insane
you were not there when my heart was broke
when i
could barely breath and was about to choke
when i
was used and abused
i do
remember, though, how you were amused
because life got in my way
and i
didn't have much to say
“it was a
man” you say
no it
wasn't, at least not today
my pain will not be expressed to you
‘cause
you will twist my words and misconstrue
with your
mouth telling lies
trying to
block all my tries
because you will only scandalize my name
‘cause to
you it's a game
but i
shall overcome like the warrior blood rushing through my veins
and i
shall rise above like the ocean waves
if you
haven't guessed by now i'm pretty brave
in the midst of winter i am summer
when it rains
i am the thunder
warm rain
on cool skin
refreshing
me again and again
*****
Nelson Lowhim, born in Tanzania of Indian, Seychelles, and Euro
background, lived in India, and at age 10 moved to the States. He currently lives in Washington State. What
is important to know about him is that ‘he reads and writes.’ Here is the
opening excerpt to his fiction piece, “of dice and life.” What else to say? Enjoy
W
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hat can one say about
one’s own past? What can one do with those hazy memories of our childhood? For
me it was another world; tropical deluges throwing smells of soil into the air
and sending scorpions indoors where the humble light of hurricane lanterns cast
trembling shadows on the walls because the electricity looked for the slightest
excuse to stop. And with the warm concrete and burning kerosene dulling my
senses, I'd leap into the air trying not to step on said scorpions. There was
also the high noon heat of parched dry seasons, flies buzzing in the air,
landing, tickling my skin, dogs howling, the stench of their feces hanging
heavy over the dry clay and burned grass… and when the sun set, the relief of
the night gave way to the torment of the mosquitoes, and the smell of incense.
*****
The
Labor Day weekend is fast approaching and aaduna’s summer issue is right
behind!
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