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#14 For Your Consideration: After Brightest Star

#14 For Your Consideration (After Brightest Star) from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

“To get along with God, consider the consequences of your actions.” -Octavia Butler

What if all of our actions and inactions are acts of God? Does that mean we are Gods in each others’ lives since we touch and change each other on a moment to moment basis? What kind of God have you been in your community? What kind of God have you been to your family and loved ones today? What kinds of Gods have you encountered all around you? Please do share your thoughts in the comments. And of course we would love it if you would get some beautiful art, a consultation or the full collection of these poems with your donation to Dark Sciences: A People of Color Dream Retreat!
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(what we know, don’t know, pretend to know, wish we knew and where): 125 Sites of Knowledges from Maroon Studies Session 2

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Last week Maroon Studies Session 2: Necessary as Water confronted what we know, what we cannot know, our desires around knowledge and how place and relationship transform the possibility of knowledge.  Jacqui Alexander and Chandra Mohanty in particular challenged us to produce alternative sites of knowledge and to knowledge how the knowledge we know gets made.  Here are 125 affirmations, desires, questions, places, and possible and impossible knowings we remembered, found and articulated together.

things I know

I know I am loved.

I know my ancestors are with me.

I know I am loved by my ancestors.

I know that I am loved and loving.

I know how my lover takes their coffee.

I know love.

I know that my name is a prayer that carries love.

I know loving on the land.

I know how I’m not supposed to love.

I know refusal.

I know that it was not always this way and that this too shall pass.

I know contradiction.

I know loss.

I know that plants are medicine.

I know swimming in water is good for my soul

I know that every living thing and being is connected.

I know my own little secrets.

I know the power of prayer

I know that dreaming holds me.

I know what I am here to be.

I know how to change a flat.

I know how to build a fire.

I know survival.

I know very little about most things and infinite amounts about a thing or two.

I know that somehow this is enough.

 

 things I don’t know

 

I don’t know my grandmother, my father’s mother.

I don’ t know the stories of my grandmothers.

I don’t know my great great grandmother’s story.

I don’t know pathways.

I don’t know survival.

I don’t know who in the hell set things up like this.

I don’t know what childbirth feels like.

I don’t know what giving birth will feel like.

I don’t know exodus.

I don’t know what happened to the journal I lost so long ago but still miss

I don’t know what of what we planted will grow, and what will just not.

I don’t know if the rain will come.

I don’t know how deep the deepest point of Seneca Lake is (even though Wikipedia says it is 618 feet).

I don’t know utopia.

I don’t know how to fly a plane.

I don’t know edges.

I don’t know what kind of spider bit me or why.

I don’t know how to talk back to harassers.

I don’t know what my face will do.

I don’t know what I can and cannot accomplish in any given day.

I don’t know when and how long.

I don’t know what day I will die.

Or the days that everyone I love will die either.

I don’t know how the story ends.

I don’t know how to make it right.

things I pretend to know

 

I pretend to know that the sun will keep rising, even though I am sometimes surprised.

I pretend to know my own enoughness.

I pretend to know who I am.

I pretend to know why I am pretending to know who I am.

I pretend to know why I am doing what I’m doing.

I pretend to know where I’m going.

I pretend to know directions in general.

I pretend to know how to handle difficult situations, right in the midst of them.

I pretend to know what’s wrong and how to fix it.

I pretend to know ethicality.

I pretend to know how to make choices that impact my children.

I pretend to know how to cook.

I pretend to know how to garden.

I pretend to know that I am hungry when it’s eating time.

I pretend to know the meaning of heart murmurs.

I pretend to know community.

I pretend to know people whose names I cannot remember.

I pretend to know what all the initials stand for.

I pretend to know militancy.

I pretend to know who my congress people are.

I pretend to know how to write academic papers.

I pretend to know how to act at an academic conference, and other approximations of upper-middle class professional environments.

I pretend to know survival.

I pretend to know loss.

I pretend to know why it hurts.

locations that challenge what I know

 

embodiment

my lower back

my left knee, which challenges what i think i know about healing

western medicine

my left big toe.  (people always step on it.)

places where i feel small, insignificant, unworthy, and un-belonging

boxes, corners, squares

my mother’s bed

1321 Highland Ave.

blackness

floors

colonial spaces

classrooms–sometimes more and sometimes less

meetings with my supervisor

courtrooms

queerness

my Beloved and our partnership, in more ways than i can count

the Rothko chapel

survival

the airport, which challenges what i know about human goodness, and the essential kindness and decency of humanity

Tel Aviv Airport

5 Edgegrove Street.

Anguilla BWI (emphasis on the BWI)

my altar

poetry

things I wish I knew

I wish I knew my Uncle Fred better, he’s hardly ever around.

I wish I knew how Malcolm felt approaching Mecca.  Do I?

I wish I knew that I would finish my dissertation.

I wish I knew that the decisions I am making now will be the best ones for my three children and myself.

I wish I knew how to grow tomatoes.

I wish I knew how to say no with more ease, less guilt, and with a forgiving heart

I wish I knew what it felt like to be deliberate and afraid of nothing.  Do I?

I wish I knew how to best be of service in any number of moments

I wish I knew the undercommons.

I wish I knew how to give without taking.

I wish I knew forgiveness.

I wish I knew how to unburden my mother.

I wish I knew survival.

Where does being a granddaughter go, when your grandparents leave this world?

I wish I knew the stories of my Indigenous grandmother and grandfather.

I wish I knew how to pray right.

I wish I knew how to access my dream knowing inside of my bone, and sinew

I wish I knew what my great great great great great grandmother felt like when she was dancing.  Maybe I do.

I wish I knew how to relax into sleep when it is time for these things.

I wish I knew that this too shall pass, that that possibility is a given.

I wish I knew mourning.

I wish I knew why lovely loss rises up in moments least expected.

I wish I knew love in exactly the moments I forget it.

I wish I knew how to make my love work in the world.

I wish I knew love.

Maybe I do.  Maybe I do.

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Now is the time to sign up for August’s Maroon Studies Session #3

Intensive #3: Blood, Water and Land August 10-12, 2015 (12pm to 2pm Eastern)

This webinar is for ride or die radicals who live to love the people. Drawing on the legacy of Sisters in Support of Sisters in South Africa, the solidarity journalism of Alexis DeVeaux, the blood ecologies of Jewelle Gomez and Audre Lorde and the salience of spit, saltwater and sangre, we will explore connections, contradictions and discursive possibilities across imperial divisions towards tangible outcomes.

8 spots are available. $175-225 sliding scale (payment plans available).

You can reserve your spot by offering a $50 non-refundable deposit here (please include the name of the webinar in the notes):

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When We Free: World Premiere (Full Frame Theater in Durham, NC)

When We Free: A Meditation on Faith and Liberation

Saturday August 1, 2015 4pm-7pm

Full Frame Theater, Durham, NC

When We Free – Film Teaser from J. Roxanne on Vimeo.

When We Free is a fiction film about a recently freed black community’s first camp meeting after emancipation. This revival takes place on a camp site and draws people from near and far all searching for one thing or another. In particular, they search for balance between the spiritual traditions they have brought across the Atlantic and those learned in the New World while in bondage.

Donate at: http://www.gofundme.com/ba5bqg#
More Info at: http://whenwefree.jroxmedia.com/current-projects/when-we-free-the-film/

We are proud to present the world premiere of When We Free a meditation on faith and liberation written and directed by Julia Sangodare Roxanne Wallace and produced by Black Feminist Film School and our whole community!!!
For more information about the film visit: http://www.whenwefree.com
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Intelligence is Demanding: Poem #6 from After Brightest Star

#6 Intelligence is Demanding: After Brightest Star from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

“Intelligence is ongoing individual adaptation…Yet intelligence is demanding.” -Octavia Butler

This poem is about how demanding intelligence is and how hard it is to plot the points of change when all our points of adaptations are different and linked. How do you make decisions with groups of people? Does intelligence ever hinder you? Does the combined intelligence of everyone in the room sometimes make you unintelligible to each other? How does a group trust its evolutionary gut? Please share with friends and share your experiences in the comments.

If you want to see all the videos so far go to alexispauline.com/afterbrighteststar. And if you want to donate to the dream retreat and get a one on one consult ($101 perk) or the text of these poems ($15 perk) or a print of Audre Lorde dreaming about us ($35 perk) go to http://www.alexispauline.com/apgblog/cause-view/support-dark-sciences-a-people-of-color-dream-retreat/

We are so proud that Art in Praxis and River Rose Apothecary are our newest dream retreat co-sponsors!

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What is through the door?: Inspiration from the Dreams and Sci-Fi Storytelling Workshop at YOI Freedom School in Raleigh

10646939_984543608245257_1879098766665614261_nLast Thursday I had the JOY of facilitating a workshop on dreams and sci-fi storytelling with the brilliant participants in the Youth Organizing Institutes Summer Freedom School in Raleigh.  We shared about people in our lives who have shifted our ideas of what is possible, we wrote poems based on each other’s dreams and we imagined sci-fi worlds with internal voids, external incubation, superheroes, supervillians and lots of love.

This is a sci-fi story poem inspired by Davante,  Juliet, Ife,  Babette, Evelyn, Hylan, Alicia, KK, Marki, Jalil, Nia, Carly and Alex

what is through the door?

everything was great

all peace, no problems, great, great

the world was great, great

she dreamt of dream catchers

hoping to find gold or candy

work up to nothing

she had a dream

about her mom

it filled her with joy

the second loan

it wouldn’t stop changin

she was dreamin’

then she had a dream

she got pregnant by her babe

she was very upset

please don’t cut my hair

my hair is beautiful

death is your reward

jumanji nightmares

with your royal parents there

shielding you from fears

fairly odd parents

earthquakes are worries you have

eight tornadoes tears

dinosaurs are here

dinosaurs crushed your things

dinosaurs are rude

sherlock holmes is rude

but you are strong and fight back

you are the hero

working with children

endless playtime and peeling

the six is shattered

getting sexy with the rock

in a shopping cart

is much harder than it looks

nothing but walking

then slowly opened a door

what is through the door?

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Prepositions (On Our Relationships to/through/as Difference): Maroon Studies Session 2

pedagogies-picLast week Brilliance Remastered convened the second session of Maroon Studies.  This session called  “Necessary as Water” after Audre Lorde’s poem “On My Way Out I Passed Over You and the Verrazano Bridge,” explored our contemporary challenges with relating across difference informed by transnational feminist critiques of knowledge production and black geographical frames.   We engaged work by Audre Lorde, Jacqui Alexander, Chandra Mohanty, Katherine McKittrick and Michelle Wright and shared generously and bravely from our own experiences.

On of the poems we created together is called “Prepositions.”  We started by describing what we were relating “across” in our community accountable intellectual and activist work and then we started to imagine additional relationships through alternate prepositions.  We found that holding one preposition “across” was difficult.  It felt stiff in our bodies.  We noticed that different prepositions rang differently with different nouns.  We created space for more clarity and questions about the nuances of our politics in relation, of relation, as relation.  We ultimately created an archive that we hope you will participate in.  Check it out!

Prepositions  (On Our Relationships to Difference) by the participants in Maroon Studies Session #2:  Necessary as Water

1. across what?

across time zones

across the digisphere

across partitions

across galaxies

across borders

across harm

across generations

across dispensations

across sounds

across town

across trades and talents

across life and death

across nations

across experiences

across what’s been forgotten

across what can’t be separated

across salt

across species

across the table

across her face

across the way

across the lake

across our adornments

across our bodies

across home

across poems

across circles

across domesticity

across children’s bodies

across our ancestors

across spirit

across forgiveness

2. or…  (other prepositional possibilities)

 

between

around

underneath

 

beside

with

against

 

about

in

inside of

of

 

under

behind

from

 

for

past

by

 

through

 

3.  (relate)

this is your opportunity to use the archive above to make your own poems

how does it feel if you replace “across” in poem one with another preposition from poem two?  Everytime? One time?  What prepositions and nouns resonate with your experiences of working across/through difference?

Eg.

through our ancestors

around our children

beside harm

of forgiveness…

Feel free to share your poems in the comment section!

Also if you would like to participate in the August Intensive of Maroon Studies you can sign up right here:

Intensive #3: Blood, Water and Land August 10-12, 2015 (12pm to 2pm Eastern)

This webinar is for ride or die radicals who live to love the people. Drawing on the legacy of Sisters in Support of Sisters in South Africa, the solidarity journalism of Alexis DeVeaux, the blood ecologies of Jewelle Gomez and Audre Lorde and the salience of spit, saltwater and sangre, we will explore connections, contradictions and discursive possibilities across imperial divisions towards tangible outcomes.

8 spots are available. $175-225 sliding scale (payment plans available).

You can reserve your spot by offering a $50 non-refundable deposit here (please include the name of the webinar in the notes):

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After Brightest Star…So Far: A Dream Memoir about POC Collective Organizing and Land

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Dear Dreamers,

We pretend that we are living in a time of best practices.   Of strategic progress based on generations of progress. Sometimes even our progressive conferences sound like corporate commercials. About how it is better.   And if it is worse it is urgently fundably worse. (Sub)Prime for the better connected better thinkers that we are.

I don’t think that we are living in a time of best practices. We are living in a time of beautiful failures.   Of transformative break-ups.   Of mistakes that really seemed like the best thing. Of spills that cannot be ignored anymore.   And maybe we always have been.

In “Poetry is Not a Luxury” the great black feminist lesbian warrior poet Audre Lorde encourages us to stop thinking that our thoughts will save us, stop pretending that we can figure it all out. That we are smarter than we ever have been. That we are smarter everyday. She encourages us to trust the darkness of dreams. Which are strong and dark because they have survived.

What if as a species we are less smart than we have ever been.   What if everything we thought we knew is falling apart around us, and that’s a good thing. What if the rate of our unlearning is so exponential that we actually get to live in the deep dark world of our dreams, and the news can stop feeling like a traumatic intergenerational version of déjà vu.

I thought I was “progressive” but I have never felt more backwards. I have never reached more desperately for the oldest most outdated parts of myself. In my dreams I see the moment that the universe was born and when I meditate I realize that moment isn’t over. I just think it is.   And my thoughts cannot save me.EPSON MFP image

So I wanted to share my dreams with you. The technology I am using to know less every morning. And I wanted to share my failure with you.   The time I wrote 35 dream love poems every single day to a POC land collective I helped found and ended up having to leave. (Spoiler.) This poetic video memoir is dedicated to Earthseed, the idea and the project and the loss. And it is in conversation with Octavia Butler the whole time.

I will be recording and posting videos versions of the dream poems I wrote last summer with prompts for you and ways for you to share. 

I hope this can be interactive. And that your experiences help me know even less. I am sure I am not the only person who has been completely transformed by love and loss in this work. May this be deep space for us to share about our dreams. And how it didn’t work out.

And how we are still dreaming. After brightest star.

Love before and after everything,

                                                        Alexis

To see all of the videos go to alexispauline.com/afterbrighteststar

Take. Root.: After Brightest Star Poem #1 from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

Take. Root. “The destiny of Earthseed / is to take root among the stars.” -Octavia Butler

On Octavia Butler’s birthday I am sharing the first in installment of my dream memoir. 35 poems I wrote last summer in conversation with Octavia Butler’s Earthseed verses and dedicated to Earthseed, a people of color land collective based in Durham, NC. Today’s prompt is “How do you take root?” (Is the emphasis on “take”?) What is your relationship to land and community. What are the politics of where you live and how? What have you learned from failures and setbacks of renting, buying, collectively owning, splitting up shared stuff after break ups of relationships or collectives? Reply in the comments or send me an email at brokenbeautifulpress at gmail dot com!

And dreams are collective resources! Support the Dark Sciences People of Color Dream Retreat happening in Austin, TX this August. More info below:

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Own Drummer: After Brightest Star Poem #2 from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

This is poem number 2 of my dream memoir about love, land, failure and POC collective organizing. It is inspired by Octavia Butler’s Earthseed verse “All that you touch you change. All that you change changes you. The only lasting truth is change. God is change.” Turn the volume all the way up!

I would love to hear your thoughts on change and touch and land. How do we deal with the lasting truth of change when so much of what we are organizing for as POC has to do with forms of stability that have been taken from us by displacement and violence? Have you ever made choices in your organizing that have to do with just not wanting to have to change everything again (move to a new place? leave a job? challenge a community you have helped build?)

As always, infinite love. And if you want to support the Dark Sciences: People of Color Dream Retreat you can donate here:

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Donate $101+ for a one on one dream conversation with me and $15+ for a pdf of this dream memoir.

Poem #3 Green: After Brightest Star from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

“A gift of god may sear unready fingers.”-Octavia Butler

This poem is about what it means to receive gifts that we are not ready to handle. What does it mean to be over-prepared for the worst case scenario and under-prepared for the best case scenario? In your collective organizing have you ever been overwhelmed by an influx of resources? What has sudden abundance taught you about the existing or lacking structures of your collectives? Have you ever tried to offer a resource that your community wasn’t ready to receive?

As always, I would love to hear your thoughts. And if you want to have some indepth conversations about resources, water, wide distances and love sign up for Maroon Studies Session 2: Necessary as Water through Brilliance Remastered: http://www.alexispauline.com/brillianceremastered/2015/06/16/maroon-studies-intensive-2-necessary-as-water/

And we would love it if you donated to the scholarship fund for Dark Sciences: People of Color Dream Retreat:
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attend god (after brightest star poem #4) from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

“We perceive and attend God. We learn from God…we are Earthseed and God is change.” -Octavia Butler

This poem is about how sometimes (always) we are learning lessons we didn’t sign up to learn. Or did we? We thought we had joined the people of color collective for access to land and a hopeful future. We find out that our first overwhelming access is to lack and the trauma of everyone’s past. What are lessons that you have learned, especially in your work collectively organizing…that you didn’t realize at the time were exactly the lessons you needed? What are the lessons that you are still learning? What are the lessons you wish we could collectively move past already?

As always, we would love it if you would contribute to the Dark Sciences People of Color Dream Retreat: http://www.alexispauline.com/apgblog/cause-view/support-dark-sciences-a-people-of-color-dream-retreat/

And to see all the videos so far and the introduction check out: http://alexispauline.com/afterbrighteststar

tricksterteacherchaosclay: after brightest star poem #5 from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

“God is pliable—Trickster, Teacher, Chaos, Clay. God exists to be shaped. God is Change.” – Octavia Butler

Today’s poem is about our process of shaping and being shaped by the clay and mud, the land around us. It acknowledges that the ancestors are literally present in the land beneath our feet and that the earth and sun can become a kiln revealing who we are and who we are not. What have you learned from the consequences of your collective decisions? Has there ever been a period in your collective organizing where it seemed like the tendency was to decide NOT to decide? Or where a “not no” was more likely than a yes?

As always, it would be great to see your thoughts in the comments section. And if you’d like to invest in the continued dreaming of POC please support Dark Sciences: A People of Color Dream Retreat coming up this summer: http://www.alexispauline.com/apgblog/cause-view/support-dark-sciences-a-people-of-color-dream-retreat/

If you donate $15+ I will send you the full series of “After Brightest Star” poems.
If you donate $101 we can have a one on one dream consultation.
Email me at brokenbeautifulpress at gmail dot com if your organization is interested in cosponsoring the retreat!

To watch all of the videos so far visit: alexispauline.com/afterbrighteststar

#7 Planning (Hallelujah): After Brightest Star Poem from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

“A victim of God may, through learning and adaption, become a partner of God. A victim of God may, through forethought and planning, become a shaper of God.” -Octavia Butler

“Poetry is planning.” -Patricia Torres

This poem is about my ongoing mission to try to wake up before my fear starts to run the show. Some people stay up beyond the point where their fear goes to sleep. Why does fear shape so much of the day? What does it mean to live in a capitalist week? Our dreams and the edges of our days are sometimes the juiciest most transformative moments. What if the whole day, week, year, was shaped like dreams?

What do you think? Do you wake up early? Stay up late? Sneak to the bathroom in the middle of work to write poems? Make a secret blog during meetings? Share in the comments.

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P.O. (After Brightest Star Poem #8) from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

“Prodigy is, at its essence, adaptability and persistent, positive obsession. Without persistence, what remains is an enthusiasm of the moment. Without adaptability, what remains may be channeled into destructive fanaticism. Without positive obsession, there is nothing at all.” – Octavia Butler

This poem is about how we build a groove with our repetitive actions, positive or negative. I am in the groove of black feminism, my persistent life-shaping practice (along with my other repetitive practices some of which are groovy and some of which are just ruts.) What are you positively obsessed with? Do you have any obsessions that are digging you into a rut? When have been times when you ended up just where you were supposed to be, not because you knew how to get there, but just because you were who you are, doing what you came to do?

We would love your support as we gather at the Dark Sciences: People of Color Dream Retreat! We are excited about our newest cosponsor Charis Books and More! http://www.alexispauline.com/apgblog/cause-view/support-dark-sciences-a-people-of-color-dream-retreat/

#9 Point Nine (After Brightest Star) from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

“Belief initiates and guides action—or it does nothing.” Octavia Butler

Have you ever had that moment when you feel like what you believe and what you are actually doing don’t quite match? Have you been frustrated when the stated beliefs of a group, organization or institution you are involved in and the actions and impact of that institution seem almost directly at odds? Well this is a poem about a time like that. This poem invokes point 9 in the Black Panther Party’s 10 point platform which talks about prison and the american impossibility of black people being tried by a true jury of their peers. Drawing on that revolutionary history (and the energy of the goddess of change Oya, represented in the number 9 and as the middle name of Octavia Butler’s fictional protagonist Lauren Oya Olamina) I am asking a question about what happens when we, as peers and collaborators, call each other out on our chosen prisons? How do we imprison ourselves and each other? How do we fail to liberate each other like we should?

Share your thoughts in the comments. And please do invest in the Dark Sciences Dream Retreat to get your own copy of these poems or other perks: http://www.alexispauline.com/apgblog/cause-view/support-dark-sciences-a-people-of-color-dream-retreat/

And all power to the dreamers.

#10 Face (After Brightest Star) from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

“Drowning people/ sometimes die/ fighting their rescuers.” -Octavia Butler

What does it take for us to face ourselves, to face the contexts of our lives honestly? How do we push away those same people who we were drawn to for deep healing when it gets too real? How do we push away the parts of ourselves that feel too scary. In addition to Octavia Butler, this poem draws on Lucille Clifton’s series of poems “Letters to Clark” where she speaks to Clark Kent about the myth of superheroes and how no one can save her from herself and the traumas she has experienced without her own participation.

Looking back, has there ever been a time when you pushed away someone who was trying to help you? Are there things that it is just too hard to face about yourself, even when you see them reflected in other people? How do we save each other from drowning and not elbow each other in our beautiful faces in the meantime?

Please leave any thoughts you have in the comments. And if you’d like to get these poems, get a collage, or have a one on one dream consultation please invest in the Dark Sciences People of Color Dream Retreat: http://www.alexispauline.com/apgblog/cause-view/support-dark-sciences-a-people-of-color-dream-retreat/

We are so excited that New Voices of Pittsburgh is our newest organizational co-sponsor! Much love to each of you!

#14 For Your Consideration (After Brightest Star) from Alexis Pauline Gumbs on Vimeo.

"To get along with God, consider the consequences of your actions." -Octavia Butler

What if all of our actions and inactions are acts of God? Does that mean we are Gods in each others' lives since we touch and change each other on a moment to moment basis? What kind of God have you been in your community? What kind of God have you been to your family and loved ones today? What kinds of Gods have you encountered all around you? Please do share your thoughts in the comments. And of course we would love it if you would get some beautiful art, a consultation or the full collection of these poems with your donation to Dark Sciences: A People of Color Dream Retreat!
http://www.alexispauline.com/apgblog/cause-view/support-dark-sciences-a-people-of-color-dream-retreat/

We are super excited about our newest cosponsor Echoing Ida!!!!

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