Intersecting worlds…culture, social justice, volunteerism = a more embracing welcoming society



As I listen to “Legend, the best of Bob Marley and the Wailers….” Now playing, “Redemption Song.” 



aaduna is a multicultural literary and visual arts journal, recognizing, valuing, promoting, and presenting the diversity of voices it all its iterations and flavas, as well as the creative imagery from the intriguing groundswell permeating the global community. With a mission to provide a publication platform for voices that are not routinely heard and visual work not typically seen, this online journal continues to provide a pathway for people of color, other traditionally denied folks, emerging and already recognized creatives in getting their work to an expanding world-wide public. It started in 2011. It continues today. 

With that mindset,  aaduna will not turn away from issues that challenge social justice or strategic actions that seek equity in all phases of human endeavor. Through the “aadunanotes,” there will always be a platform and outlet for creatives who might want to share their “cultural work” and social justice journey with our readership. 

As a volunteer, unpaid organization with folks who have other responsibilities…family, employment, battling “19,” addressing social injustices, personal tasks and activities…we strive to always present a pathway that best positions our contributors and their work to the public. Sometimes on schedule. Quite often on aaduna time. Sometimes battling external hindrances. Sometimes trying to maintain commitment to the journal when other life issues point to a different direction. 

aaduna moves on; re-invents itself; always looking how to make what we do better for submitters, contributors, readers, supporters, fans. 

Quite often contributors and readers are patient. Sometimes the energy to read something different, mind expanding, provocative, driven by challenging words and mind-expanding visual images overtake the spirit and waiting becomes too difficult. 

We understand. 

In the next several days, we will launch the 2020 double issue. While I am always proud of what is accomplished with each issue, truth be told, this double issue embraced and overcame  so many negative forces, obstacles and meddling hindrances that singularly or collectively could have spelled the demise of aaduna. 

But with a profound purpose and keeping our eyes on the prize…we are here. Always our way. Always defiant to forces that say, “no” you cannot overcome. So…

Give us time. We are working feverishly to get the double issue to you.  And on that point, here are opening stanzas from three double issue poet contributors as snippets to whet your imagination for things to come:  

 

Caleb Ebenezer Akapo, from Essex, UK

 

aaduna contributor caleb Ebenezer Akapo
Caleb Ebenezer Akapo (photo provided)


Tower blocks

Well, I’d fight, too,

Boxed inside a block of flats

Brocken down and ignored

In Clapham, South London.

 

I’ve seen it all

Narrated Grandma Bernie who lived

Two doors down, bound to her arm chair

Until the next visit from her care-giver.

 

Innocent children

Will grow here to know

Struggle without a hand to help

And yelp without an ear to hear.

 

***

 

Daniella Alejandra Diaz from Johannesburg, South Africa

 

Daniella Alejandra Diaz (photo provided)


My Daughter

 

My daughter will not be like her mother.

Not silent, not docile, not shaking

like the branches of trees

stripped naked in the dead of Winter—

by the greedy hands of a man,

reaching,

reaching until he finds the cold, wet remnants of a woman,

shaking,

shaking until Spring.

 

My daughter will pack Mohammed Ali punches

in her responses to the—

            Mami ven pa’ca, come ‘ere

            Lemme take you home with me,

            I promise you’ll like it—

their gaze, the beginning of a violation

she will know

for the rest of her life.

 

 

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Sashat Nattat from New Jersey, USA

 

Sashat Nattat (photo provided)

Outside Looking In

 

I prefer it this way

Looking in on a world that excludes me

That does nothing less than use me

It seems so perfect without me

Enjoying the fruits of my labor

I should just disappear

So, it can continue to appear

To be perfect

But who would work for you?

Who would you look at?

With your scornful eyes

Hating the very sight of me

Not even knowing why

I can be resentful

Despising you for all you have

Staying a victim

Blaming you for what I lack.

Would it be so wrong?

For me to stay outside and you, in

Some would call that a

Win … Win

A situation that solves

A nation of hate

 

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The publisher of aaduna, bill berry, jr., remains actively engaged in social justice issues as chair of the Harriet Tubman Center for Justice & Peace, Inc. based in Auburn, NY  Visit https://htcjp.org/news for updates and activities.


 

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