The best poet the world hasn't heard of. Yet.
Pleased to meet you.
I am the illusion of the existence of the world
That illusion of there being anyone here
other than me
I talk a little bit about the characters in the novel.
Here’s a poem. Click here for a text version
Several years ago, around 2012, I talked about where my poetry comes from.
Why I write this novel
I started painting again this summer. I go to a recovery center where I consider my recovery to be recovery from the early experiences with my family of origin. I created these pictures at the center.
I found that when I was without a place, like you walk into a house or an apartment or a room, you say, “This is my place,” I compartmentalized everything into a pause button except staying safe and alive. I am gradually coming out of that place. I don’t quite remember how I found out …
I don’t know that I have experienced what Reverend Mitchell talks about toward the last third of his video, a taste of universal love. I have spent a lot of time in what I call survival mode, and I don’t have judgement about my being there, where I had compartmentalized everything else and honed in …
Harvesting the Gifts of the Ancestors is a mediation or ritual that Joanna Macy wrote as part of her Work That Reconnects. I performed the ritual at one of her workshops and noticed immediately that it was Eurocentric. I was later asked by her and her staff to rewrite it. This version first appeared in Deep Times Journal.
Continue reading “Harvesting the Gifts of the Ancestors (A Re-imagining)”© Ann Marie Davis 2020 all rights reserved
Synopsis
James is an astrophysics PhD and a member of the National Black Physicists Society. His story is narrated through the lens of several ancestral narrators. They know of James’ lineage intimately. One ancestor, the spiritual and common ancestor of humankind, is a witness to the karmic and evolutionary lineage of all life on earth.
James sees the ghost of a recently dead lover. His attempts at reason break down. Still, he desires a world devoid of any experiences that cannot be quantified.
Continue reading “Manuscript”