Guidelines



Submission Guidelines: Send 1-3 unpublished poems in the body of an email (NO ATTACHMENTS) to nvneditor[at]gmail.com. No simultaneous submissions. Use "Verse News Submission" as the subject line. Send a brief bio. No payment. Authors retain all rights after 1st-time appearance here. Scroll down the right sidebar for the fine print.
Showing posts with label Klan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Klan. Show all posts

Monday, May 08, 2023

SILVER AND GOLD

by Donna Katzin


On April 25, 2023, the world lost beloved artist and activist Harry Belafonte after nearly a century of barrier-breaking music and work for social justice.  He played a major role in the U.S. Civil Rights Movement and anti-apartheid movement, and campaigns at home and abroad. He lived only five years after the death of his renowned friend, Hugh Masekela, who has been described as "the father of  African jazz."  Masekela gave voice to the struggle for freedom in South Africa—and around the world.


 

Their kindred cries

pierced our consciousness,

awakened us with irresistible reveilles

of "Day’O" and blasts of a sleepless horn

on two thirsting sides

of the same ocean.

 

On Calypso waves

and thunderstorms of jazz,

they bore us across seas and continents,

linking melodies and arms with others

in the push and pull of brothers,

igniting voices of a new time.

 

With silver tongue and golden trumpet,

they faced apartheid, Ku Klux Klan, Jim Crow—

unblinking in the face of whips and bullets,

released our inner rivers when we tired,

rekindling the fire in our blood

and our rebellious hearts.

 

They filled our streets with relentless rhythms,

marched with Black miners, laborers hungering

for the promises that gleamed

like ripe bananas in the sun,

mended our torn souls with

lullabies and love songs.

 

Today they are together, once again,

and we are left with their legacies

and indefatigable rhythms.

We can listen, hear them

—Harry and Hugh—

raising hell in heaven.



Donna Katzin is the founding and former executive director of Shared Interest, which facilitates access to credit for low-income Black Southern Africans.  She co-coordinates Tipitapa Partners, which helps feed and empower impoverished mothers and children in Nicaragua, and serves on the board of Community Change in the U.S.  A proud wife and mother, she is also a contributor to New Verse News and author of With These Hands—poems about the "new" South Africa giving birth to itself.

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

GOODBYE, CHARON

 by David Spicer




Charon, no converted souls await you on this side 
of the river. Guided by your two ugly thugs,
Klaus the Klansman and Hector the Hell’s Angel,

you frighten the depressed night with amber hair,
its illicit brilliance shining for your devoted
minions with the dull transience of a caution light.

Charon, no new naive souls clamor for you on this
river side. Your boat collects water every time you                      
row down its waves, long ago bereft of their blue,

now shadowed by our despair. We hear your entreaties,
Charon, but your words are empty as our dead skies.
We see your eyes shine with the chaos of conflict,

but we tire of them: no more limber sycamores
bloom in the daytime. We know when the darkness
appears that you are here, your loud presence deaf

to our ears at this late date. Each of us dies, Charon,
but, if we see our end near, we want a fresh ferryman     
to steer us to our side of the stormy river that rises:

Your speeches are lies, you have cheated the taxman,
we do not need your worthless coins to hide our eyes.
Soon morning will wake and we shall demand you

depart our banks, leave with your henchmen, and veer
near the poison side of this river, where your fate awaits:
your reckoning, your trials that you have forever evaded.


David Spicer has published poems in The American Poetry Review, CircleStreet, Gargoyle, Moria, Oyster River Pages, Ploughshares, Remington Review, Santa Clara Review, The Sheepshead Review, Steam Ticket, Synaeresis, Third Wednesday, The New Verse News, Yellow Mama, and elsewhere. Nominated for a Best of the Net three times and a Pushcart twice, he is author of six chapbooks and four full-length collections, the latest two being American Maniac (Hekate Publishing) and Confessional (Cyberwit.net). His fifth, Mad Sestina King, is forthcoming from FutureCycle Press.

Sunday, March 17, 2019

AFTER CHRISTCHURCH

by Dana Yost






Calling them
white nationalists
gives them a pass,
gives them a level of credibility
well above reality.
It’s a lame, tame
name and I say
no more of the same:
call them what they are:
racists,
segregationists,
fascists,
un-democratic,
un-American,
failed,
afraid,
war-losing,
truth-warping,
lockstepped
sleazes with triggers.
Klan,
Lindbergh,
Nazis,
McVeigh,
Hannity,
LaPierre,
we set aside
our mourning
wreath
to lay
this on
you.
You don’t
get the 
polite name.
You get
the blame.


Dana Yost was an award-winning daily newspaper editor and writer for 29 years. He is the author of five books, including a history of the rural Midwest in the 1940 era, another period of isolationist, anti-immigrant, white-supremacist attitudes and acts. He has lived his entire life in the rural Midwest.