Monday, June 29, 2015

Eugene Redmond poem Baltimoor

Kwansaba: “Baltimoor” Blues Forges Us Ntu Ankh-People

Roiled blood, rising like Katrina, floods “Baltimoor,”

harbor of bitter succor that once bore

Cullen's “furnace” & Billie's lore. (Next door--

in Duke's D.C.--Obamas feel Fahrenheit's roar.)

Still, phat mamas sing Juneteen. Blues &

gods zag & zing: “fruit” of Lady

Day's labors that songify/signify our ankhors.

Eugene B. Redmond

Collage art courtesy of the Eugene B. Redmond Collection: Southern
Illinois University-Edwardsville (

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