The Seasons of Rain

Rediscovered the poetry of Audre Lorde, particularly her collection The Black Unicorn . The poems read with a logic of a poetic quilt— phrases sewn together through metaphoric connections; private associations, researched myths and folklore. I’ll need to dig out more research on her approach— her intentions with mosaic-like imagery.

I will braid my hair
even
in the seasons of rain.
—“Dahomey”

Chanting cadences. Expressionistic.
•After class a student asks me, in all sincerity, when will the course become less “boring.”

I do not remember how I responded.

•57/ in blue cigarette smoke from the mouth of a twenty-something trick, his thick fingers fumbling at his mouth. The chapped lips. His unkempt hair tumbles over his eyes as he runs fingers suggestively: a fan, a friction, proposed exchange. •