New Year's Day The day feels put together hastily like a gift for grateful beggars being better than no time at all but the bells are ringing in cities I have never visited and my name is printed over doorways I have never seen While extracting a bone or whatever is tender or fruitful from the core of indifferent days I have forgotten the touch of sun cutting through uncommitted mornings The night is full of messages I cannot read I am too busy forgetting air like fur on my tongue and these tears which do not come from sadness but from grit in a sometimes wind
Rain falls like tar on my skin my son picks up a chicken heart at dinner asking does this thing love? Deft unmalicious fingers of ghosts pluck over my dreaming hiding whatever it is of sorrow that would profit me
I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.
Audre Lorde, From a Land Where Other People Live, 1973
First addition in Black History 2022 capsule collection in limited number.
Because each piece is made by hand, production time is extended.
made from 100% 10oz black cotton canvas
machine stitched seaming on all sides with corresponding thread
letters are black cut felt, affixed with heat
hang string is cotton black twill tape with hand knotted loops on a hard wood hang stick.
pennant measures 12.5 inches X 17inches not including hang string
