we reject the single story, when we realize that there is never a single story about
any place, we regain a kind of paradise.”
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
OMG, it’s coming.
The publisher (Red Giant Press) said the hard copy proof is in the mail.
This manuscript has stretched and grown over 20 years. From my time as Public Information Officer at the Cuyahoga Metropolitan Housing Authority through an uncountable number of school visits and conversations with folks, I have taken a lot of notes. A whole lot of notes.
There is never just one side to any story, there are always at least two and usually many more. A fact we have seen playing out on our televisions over these past months (and years). I don’t pretend to have answers to the misunderstandings, I have just listened to the stories.
So has evolved these short poetic dialogues, two voices looking at the same subject from diverse viewpoints. Democracy, politicking, mother instinct, privatization, welfare, and getting schooled are among the topics.
For those who read my children’s books, I thank you heartily, but advise that this is not the book for you. This is a book for adults, and hopefully high school students.
For those who have heard my adult poetry, you will hear a familiar line here and there. I have not borrowed from those poems, rather those poems borrowed from this manuscript, the mother-ship, that has been festering on my hard drive for years, gnawing at me. As I recently observed to an audience at YALSA, you don’t have to be crazy to write poetry, but it does help if you hear voices.
I have never been so excited to go looking for typos.