Letter to Heaven

Coventry UK 23rd May 2020 Heaven this conversation is deep, strong powerful full of so much resilient, resistance as you rightly pointed (concerning ‘no apologies’). As l read the letter and Boxed in a few times,  from it I gathered a sense of drive echoed from a fellow woman on a totally different level. The…

Aluta continua!

Chest tight, lungs starving for air,  could not breath, is that the only existence  He set before me? Siting on her back watching waiting, waiting for what?.. Hopped off her back, they are watching me, l am watching IT, IT is watching me, Daring me, poking me. As if it was reciting my whole life…

In my garden

In my Garden there are sticks and stones rainbows and parachutes pine trees and pine cones In my garden there are rocks and pebbles snails and rattlesnakes snow and thunder In my garden there are cows and donkeys mice and ants rosebushes and jelly tarts In my garden there are friends and villains raspberry trees…

Shoes II

I remember the dress, pleated, floral I remember staring… Sandwiched between them, I remember the rumbling of their voices in fervent prayer   ‘Prayer of the righteous availeth much’   I remember them standing there Sitting there Kneeling there Watching, watching, waiting   ‘Those who wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength’   I…

Shoes I

I remember those shoes Blue Shiny With a silver band Hand down shoes for the poor kid The pikey kid The gypo kid An act of kindness Reminding me that I am different Not the same Dress up Shape up Be like us But I cannot Will not Be like you My difference is my…

Coming together

This piece was co-created over the course of three days (14th – 16th July 2020) as the formal part of the project came to a conclusion. The piece was intended as a reflection on the nature of our collaboration and the ways in which our lives and ways of thinking are interwoven. One person provided…

These lungs

These lungs It’s as if the Felter, handpicked  the sheep right from the get go then plucked out  every uptight strand of Virgin hair Weaving it Brushing it Kinky curly on a new-born As seconds Gently sway into minutes minutes into hours as the chosen surrender itself into the hands the Felter Chaos coming in…

Whiteness

The privilege of whiteness Is never having to think aboutThe colour of my skinNever having to walk down the streetWith my sleeves pulled down over my handsTo stop the namesThe staresThe spit Of those that passThe privilege of whitenessIs never having to worryThat my son will be stoppedFor no reason Keep his mouth shutBut not…

Break every chain

Model: Tamaira Hesson Wordsmith: Laura Nyahuye Designer maker: Laura Nyahuye Photographer: Taskin Capar

Weaving words

Dear Heaven Thank you for Dappled Light. Timely  Let me take you on a walk through my interaction with your email.  I saw your email and l was yessssss. My plan was to open attachments last night, however yesterday turned out to be another venture into tokenistic  meetings, the other, questioning what l was doing…