Gathering of Waters

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this book totally changed my perception of Emmett Till.  growing up, I was horrified of the picture of his corpse—mangled. bloated.  unrecognizable as human. america’s ugly face on display.  just the mention of his name would remind that monsters do exist. spark fear that this world was still unchanged. my son, not wanted in his own country. Emmett Till was my monster—until this book.  I believe in magic. in waiting. in redemption. & I believe in love.  thank you Ms. McFadden.

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“bringing Emmett home”
acrylic on cardstock

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(artist/author note: I could not accept Esther had no redeeming quality)

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fins

#FWF prompt from Magic in the Backyard: http://kellieelmore.com/2012/06/08/fwf-free-write-friday-time-place/

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my feet grew too steely & sharp to remain above ground; I was always shredding my shoes, staking the earth.  I won’t mention the carnage left in my bed.  so I bob here, among driftwood & dead fish; let your bulky, wet embrace pull me from the severity of land, find a new balance.  I used to know a girl who grew gills from soaking too long in the tub; but I pray for fins.

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