Archive for May, 2009

“Moonshine”

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings with tags on May 27, 2009 by viprisonproject

15 moons have passed since my pen first
inked the paper destined for your hands.

The Snow Moon followed the Wolf Moon,
and the Hunger Moon yearned, aching,
soothed only by the soft glow of the Pink Moon.

The Planter’s Moon blossomed brightly
into the Flower Moon. And the Moon of the Green Corn
turned beet red, erupting forth into the Blood Moon.

The Moon of the Falling Leaves,
the Wild Moon and sweet, Strawberry
Moon all came and quickly left.
The Hunter’s Moon reaped a
Harvest Moon, while the Storm
Moon wept in silent torrents.

But ah, the saddest and most
wounded of them all: the Moon of Long Nights.
Made of cheese, she stands alone.

And those are just the full moons.
New moons hold promise; half moons,
quarter moons and crescents, the mystery.
Tell me again,the old story of that rare,
Once-in-a-Blue Moon.

What’s in a name?
That which I call the moon
by any other name still cycles me toward your orbit.
The moon shimmering upon my sea is the
same moon standing guard atop your mountain.

My tide climbs high in search of your moonrise.
Waxing, waning, what difference?
Your gravitational pull eclipses all else.

Over the moon, any moon.
Each moon, every moon,
all my moons shine for you.

AW

15 moons have passed since my pen first
inked the paper destined for your hands.
The Snow Moon followed the Wolf Moon,
and the Hunger Moon yearned, aching,
soothed only by the soft glow of the Pink Moon.
The Planter’s Moon blossomed
brightly into the Flower Moon. And the
Moon of the Green Corn turned beet red,
erupting forth into the Blood Moon.
The Moon of the Falling Leaves,
the Wild Moon and sweet, Strawberry
Moon all came and quickly left.
The Hunter’s Moon reaped a Harvest Moon,
while the Storm Moon wept in silent torrents.
But ah, the saddest and most
wounded of them all: the Moon of Long Nights.
Made of cheese, she stands alone.
And those are just the full moons.
New moons hold promise; half moons, quarter moons
and crescents, the mystery. Tell me again,
the old story of that rare, Once-in-a-Blue Moon.
What’s in a name? That which I call the moon
by any other name still cycles me toward your orbit.
The moon shimmering upon my sea is the
same moon standing guard atop your mountain.
My tide climbs high in search of your moonrise.
Waxing, waning, what difference?
Your gravitational pull eclipses all else.
Over the moon, any moon. Each moon, every moon,
all my moons shine for you.
And you alone.
AW
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VIPP ON DE MIKE!!!

Posted in Prison Radio with tags , , , , , on May 25, 2009 by viprisonproject

 Thousand Kites and “Holler to the Hood’

On December 24, 2008 and February 6, 2009, Virgin Islands Prison Project recorded a Holiday Radio Program and an hour long Black History Month Commemoration, respectively, with Strength to Strength at WSTA studios  for Virgin Islands Prisoners at home and abroad.  The programs were then re-broadcast on the Thousand Kites show, “Holler to the Hood” , a live hip-hop radio show, on  WMMT FM in Whitesburg, Kentucky and could be heard by VI prisoners currently housed in Virginia facilities.

Our Holiday Program can be heard here. And The Black History Month Commemoration can be heard here.

These productions were made possible with the support of Thousand Kites organization in Whitesburg, KY, a community-based performance, web, video and radio project centered on the United States prison system.  Check them out online here here.

VI Prison Project is grateful to all who made this production possible – The Thousand Kites team, WSTA, and Strength to Strength producers Afreekan Southwell and Ras Manny!  We had a lot of fun producing the program and felt blessed for the opportunity to spread love and joy – especially for those who need it the most!!

Also, every Monday night VI families can call in to the live radio program hosted by Thousand Kites, “Holler to the Hood”, from 7-9pm (EST) and give personal shout-outs of love and well wishes to their loved ones incarcerated in the Virginia facilities.  There is a toll-free number that you can call into, 888-396-1208.  Unfortunately, it seems that we are not able to access that number from VI telephones.  You can, however, use that number thru SKYPE on your computer.  The number that you can use to call in is 606.633.1208.  Click here to listen to WMMT broadcast live. 

“Road”

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings, Prisoner Families with tags on May 24, 2009 by viprisonproject

We celebrated  that day,
emancipated, while the esteemed
minister exalted, challenging us
to independence in freedom city.
160 years and still counting.

Blocking my path as
I marched toward the
same fortress where your
ancestors called for the Fire
long ago – ‘Come with me’ –
I called to you.
My fingers already wrapped
tightly around your wrist.

A stranger I recognized,
long before I had seen
the book about the soldiers
of Lewisburg and Terre Haute.
The newspaper I’d read
months earlier did smell
of your smooth and dark skin.

Besides,
there were whispers
of the gifts Charlie
had given when
he made his
executive Christmas list.
You smiled brightly that
December morning,
not knowing that I had long
begun the journey
down your road.

The woman cried
for her son,
when the white man
burned in his bed.
And I heard the voices
calling for abolition
while both the enslaved
and the freed cautioned
that it would not be possible.
I went anyway.

Perfumed lips part,
singing the sweet fragrance
of a julie mango.

You
are the thunder
and the lightning –
Warrior, of the Gorilla tribe.
Power. Full. Beautiful
and strong.

You,
are the benny .
Do you remember me?

Anna Lee

“See All Evil”

Posted in Prisoner Art with tags , on May 23, 2009 by viprisonproject

all knowing prison eye ARTWORK

Pen & Ink by Mario Bell #372183 
Wallens Ridge State Prison, VA

“Your Full Moon”

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings, Prisoner Families with tags on May 20, 2009 by viprisonproject

The full moon that hangs in your
little window up on the ridge
in Big Stone Gap
is the same full moon that hangs in
my window on the hill
over Charlotte Amalie.

The illumined sky in which
it shines for you,
is the same sky that
brightens for me.

So it is with the air
that you breathe –
it forms my breath too.

When you open your eyes
I see all that you see.

The Spirit living in you –
that same Spirit dwells
within me.

  • AW
  • “Paid in Full for a View of this Mountain”

    Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings, Prison Voices with tags , on May 20, 2009 by viprisonproject

    On a mountain, where is the view
    spin 360 degree still there is nothing to see
    so I close my eyes, need not wonder why
    the faces in front and behind/extend nothing subtle,
    what’s on their mind/only seeing us as dollar sign
    and change is not one their minds.

    Mark “Abba Natty” King – #391097
    Keen Mountain Correctional Center, VA

     

     

    “Forked Tongue”

    Posted in Prisoner Art with tags , on May 17, 2009 by viprisonproject

     

    Prisoner hand shaking wardens hand which is covered with a forked tongue snake

    Pen & Ink by Mario Bell #372183 – Wallens Ridge State Prison, VA