Sarah, aged 13, and I, with the poet laureate of our city and all of us in the photo have been gathering on Tuesday nights to write together and be part of New Hampshire Humanities New Voices project. Sarah, her mom, and little brother are new Americans and bring their first language to the poems they’re writing in English. Sarah is a poet and and an artist. Here’s one of her anime drawings.
In the New Voices project, immigrant writers partner with local writers to write together and present together at a public reading. Thank you to teacher Carolyn Hutton who invited me to be the writer with her students. We’re gearing up to do our public reading. Here’s a poem I wrote about the magic that happened when we wrote together.
Why We Write the Poems
Because it stops raining and the dogwood tree finally
relents and blooms,
Because it’s June and we can wear dresses off our shoulders
and flip flops and our bodies can feel the sun,
Because, on the night Leidiane invites us over, the moon
grows enormous and lights the expanse of the sea,
Because Tammi brings blooming azaleas and Carolyn brings
miniature clipboards and pads she found at the Dollar Tree,
And because there are still people in the world singing love songs,
we begin to write poems.
Because Pedro is two, his poems are giant circles on his Dollar Tree pad.
Because, combined, we speak Portuguese, English, Spanish, Music,
Youth, Age and Indonesian coconut pancakes, we have
immensity of imagination.
No one can stop writing the poems.
No one can stop remaking the world.