Margaret Walker: Sorrow Home
My roots are deep in southern life; deeper than John Brown or Nat Turner or Robert Lee. I was sired and weaned in a tropic world. The palm tree and … Continue reading
July 26, 2017 · Leave a comment
Margaret Walker: I Want to Write
I want to write I want to write the songs of my people. I want to hear them singing melodies in the dark. I want to catch the last floating … Continue reading
March 29, 2017 · 4 Comments
Margaret Walker: For My People
For my people everywhere singing their slave songs repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an unknown god, bending their knees … Continue reading
October 14, 2016 · 3 Comments
Margaret Walker: Dark Blood
There were bizarre beginnings in old lands for the making of me. There were sugar sands and islands of fern and pearl, palm jungles and stretches of a never-ending sea. … Continue reading
September 30, 2016 · Leave a comment
