Under the Voodoo
from the book, Unknown Songs; performed with The Jeff Robinson Trio
We are all under the voodoo:
All the beautiful voices,
All the stumbling feet,
All inchoate noises,
Rumbling under the street.
All the comfortable faces,
Peeking from windows above;
All indelible traces
Of hatred, indifference, or love.
The voodoo is fire and death,
Wind, and moon, and water;
There’s voodoo in every breath,
Born before and after.
This is not your private table;
It’s not your drink to drink.
The truth’s always bubbling, boiling, unstable --
It’s not your thought to think.
As a teacher, I have worked with students ranging in age from 1 to 90, but now most of my teaching is freelance online. As a poet, I have performed in a wide variety of venues, from Glasgow to Guatemala, but now the most consistent place to find me is in Lowell, MA, at the Untitled Open Mic, where I am the co-host. In 2019, I finished a doctorate in education, looking at the development of literate identity in young writers, and I continue to work with teen poets as an organizer for Freeverse!, Lowell’s youth poetry group.