28 February 2014

Catch Up & Movements

This month has been intense... especially for me up in the wintery wetlands of the North... bitter cold days, snow storm after snowpocolyse and then some more... so I've been in hibernation mostly - working, creating, and in deep reflection about all kinds of movements and planning for what's next in my journey. I'm praying for springtime and sunshine and truthfully ready for summer heat! So much going on and too much to share... so just a recap - writing, teaching, and deep in the thick of figuring out my life... I feel like many of us that it's time for change... we are in times of crisis and major shifts in planetary consciousness. Our time is now... and so with all of that, this post is just about sharing a couple few things I've been working on: like this project I started with a good friend of mine (Tei Okamoto) last year - called Love and Affection. And this year, we have officially launched our website and creative partnership called Current Tides. Our first project is in progress!


The Love and Affection Project is an oral history project that will be the first archive of its kind to explore and record the lives of those who were affected by the epidemic as a child and/or young adult and lost either one or both parents/guardians to AIDS related complications. We seek to hear, record, and remember the stories and events that shaped a young person, now grown, whose parent/guardian/caretaker died of HIV/AIDS. While the project is based in the United States, we aim to include many of the voices of the epidemic internationally. We also acknowledge communities that are most affected by HIV/AIDS and would like to privilege voices and communities that are marginalized and underrepresented.
Creative partners Angelique V. Nixon and Tei Okamoto work actively in various communities and are dedicated to radical movements for social change. They are invested in contributing to the oral history archive of the HIV/AIDS epidemic. They have engaged in preliminary research through talking with people living with HIV who have adult children. Furthermore, both of them have been affected by HIV/AIDS - losing loved ones, caring for loved ones, and one of them (Angelique) lost a parent to AIDS in 1996. 
We have both experienced the myriad ways that stories about HIV/AIDS and death remain silenced - particularly in marginalized communities (i.e. poor and working class communities, immigrant communities, queer communities, and communities of color - and across the intersections of these). Together, we come from and represent these communities - poor, working class, migrant, queer, and of color - and though we exist at different intersections, we connect through shared experiences. Hence, our investment in this project is multifaceted - personal, political, spiritual, and emotional.

Find us on our Facebook Page and/or email me at angeliquevnixon @ gmail.com for more info.


And another thing I've been working on... excited to share on my blog -- my essay just published in The Feminist Wire as part of the Audre Lorde Forum celebrating her 80th Birthday. I was so honored to be invited and included in this powerful collection. During my final edits of the piece, I decided to start the essay reflecting on the power of her poetry and how much especially The Black Unicorn continues to be a force in my life -- especially the poem "A Woman Speaks" -- 
"I have been woman / for a long time / beware my smile / I am treacherous with old magic / and the noon’s new fury / with all your wide futures / promised / I am / woman / and not white."

-- which inspired the title of my essay... and here is the link:

"The Magic and Fury of Audre Lorde: Feminist Praxis and Pedagogy"

"i am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.
and i am not free as long as one person of color remains chained. nor is any one of you."
#audrelorde #blackunicorn #blacklivesmatter #toloveblacknessisradical #lovingdifference
*(on Instagram @sistellablack)*

01 February 2014

"Caribbean Crossings, In Motion"

"Ancestral Rage" - Oil Pastel by Angelique V. Nixon

To the Caribbean, with love...


"Caribbean Crossings, In Motion"

by Angelique V. Nixon

"What is the Caribbean in fact? A multiple series of relationships. We feel it, we express it in all kinds of hidden or twisted ways, or fiercely deny it. But we sense that this sea exists within us with its weight of now revealed islands." - Edouard Glissant, Caribbean Discourse 


Under the surface, bursting
in my bloodlines
these genes of rememory
Trinidad feels like home

maybe I know here – this place
this space of my ancestors
I want to know about their lives,
my maternal great grandparents

what did they experience in these streets,
in these hills of Port of Spain, whispering to me
finally, you have returned,
we have been waiting

I know they moved to Inagua, Bahamas
these lines of African descent
movements across and inside
the Caribbean Sea, stories lost in motion

all I have is this picture of my great-gramma
in my head, a photograph mummy carried of you,
tall, poised, proud in brown flesh, long arms heavy
with salt, eyes full of wisdom, stature full of strength,
mouth curved and hard, from the experiences of your life

I will never know
but can wonder and imagine you,
wield you into an existence,
if only in my mind, if only on this page

these words come to me,
mummy telling me about you,
how you loved and held her up through
hard times, dreaming you into being,

the stories, these Caribbean gifts
of Anancy magic, walking with spirit
in this place, where I make sense
my face, my mix-up Blackness
my fyah, woman loving, cosmic warrior self.


Jamaica, knows me
before I reach, get to know her
I was here before

by way of spirit, perhaps
through ancestors, for sure
my paternal great-grandfather
I hear much later through lost stories

moved to Nassau, Bahamas from Jamaica
by way of China, details submerged
like his memory

gramma born out of wedlock
these lines of Chinese descent
messy and spoken in secret shame
yet his blood rebukes this silence

haunting generations
mixed with great-grandmother’s
blurry ancestry and hushed tones

of Blackness, hidden through light-skin,
straight hair and light eyes,
separated from brown skin siblings,
these lines create forgetting

I trace myself back
through the streets of Kingston
seeing reflections, in motion

red, Black-Chiney, brown, mango skin, woman, sun kissed,
Bahamagal potcake, to make sense in this place,
rooting self in Reasonings at Blackspace, Woodside,
we people of the African Diaspora

I rememory for all of us (African, Asian, Indigenous)
diving into all we darkness
to make sense of we stories.


Caribbean spaces of here and there, crossings,
linked through shared horrors and struggles, histories/herstories
(conquest, removal, slavery, the middle passage, death, plantation, 
labour, indentureship, another passage, colonization, control, 
migration, extraction, detention, occupation)

yet our differences, our uniqueness,
we be struggling still for emancipation
of our minds, bodies, and spaces

beyond geo-political-graphic location
spatially expanding, Caribbean communities
and identities striving to become whole
at home and abroad, rising with the tides

connective tissue around all these spaces
fiery mix up of people, cultures, languages
yet we twisted into silence and divisions
that serve us no longer

remember, the sea and bush know, we secrets
stories of defiance, strength, battles, rebels, trouble makers,
resistance, crossing lines of color, status, sex, and place,
from the magic of Boukman to Nanny and the Maroons
and Morant Bay Rebellion to the Grenadian Revolution

when we fought against slave masters, colonial walls, and oppression
fighting for we stolen lives, stolen stories, stolen resources
carving spaces for independence and self determination

but we still just surviving
when we need to thrive
and recreate we spaces to be

as complex and ever-changing as we see
interplay of being in motion – the past being ever present –
forging a future that is ours and free.

"We Resist" - Word Art, Oil Pastel by Angelique V. Nixon

for our blood, mixed
soon with their passion in sport,  

in indifference, in anger,
will create new soils, new souls, new
ancestors; will flow like this tide fixed

to the star by which this ship floats
to new worlds, new waters, new
harbours, the pride of our ancestors mixed 

with the wind and the water
the flesh and the flies, the whips and the fixed
fear of pain in this chained and welcoming port.

~ Kamau Brathwaite “New World A-Comin”

30 December 2013

Voices of Dissent -- New WomanSpeak Issue

I have so much to share for my end of year / start of the new year reflections on the blog... and these will come in the next few posts... but for now - wanted to share exciting publishing news -- The latest issue of WomanSpeak, A Journal of Writing and Art by Caribbean Women edited by Lynn Sweeting -- Issue 7 -- with Lulu. The issue features 30 contemporary Caribbean women writers and artists -- and includes fiction, poetry, fairy tales, essays and paintings! I just got my copy and feeling very blessed to be part of this collection.

Two of my poems are featured in the beautiful collection themed "Voices of Dissent: Writing and Art to Transform the Culture" -- I wrote both of these pieces with resistance and radical transformation on my tongue and desire for social change and major shifts on my mind/heart/spirit -- making sense of and learning from we histories and herstories. May this collection and our shared creativity continue to offer space for reflection, questioning, sharing, and building the world we dream/imagine.

Here are my offerings:  


Occupying Dissent Long Time
New York, 26 Oct 2011
Angelique V. Nixon

this new moon in october vibrates
through the echos of change, we want now

i obsess over websites, occupy blogs, live streams, and democracy now
in between weekend visits to new york
join the people of color working group at occupy wall street
cause it’s the only space i feel at home in well-meaning whiteness

diving right into work and organizing of this
wondrous and complex movement
transforming like fall leaves
we must be like the wind to keep up

and i ask, as Black mixed-race Caribbean migrant queer woman,
how can we rise as a people (people of color, united in our shared oppression yet
we differences thick and bubbling to the surface every time we meet)

long experienced in lack
marginalization, disenfranchisement, police/state brutality, criminalization,
deportation, displacement, dehumanization, economic and social injustice,
the lingering effects of slavery and colonialism,
globalization and immigration policies,
interlocking systems of oppression,
we have long been occupied.

(Communities of color, the poor and working class, immigrant communities,
formerly & currently incarcerated, trans people, undocumented workers,
and others who are marginalized have long known
what so many people are waking up to now,
yeah, we know this shit ain't right.)

the revolution      is here
the revolution      is now
it is                     more than possible
movements         spreading
like wildfires        of defiant love  
all over               the world
rising                  rising                     rising

out of the lies and false promises of capitalism
out of so-called free trade and free markets
out of corporate wutlessness and greed

out of corporate controlled, puppet-like governments
out of the privatization of natural resources
out of environmental crisis and degradation

out of unemployment and debt
out of poverty
out of state violence
out of the prison industrial complex

out of gender-based and trans violence
out of class exploitation
out of immigrant struggles
out of despair

out of hope
for something better
out of belief in each other
out of belief in community

our world torn and divided by too much
yet the complex unity of this 99%
experiencing myriad levels of inequity and injustice
lack of opportunities, seeing the hierarchies that bind us

raising our fists, hearts, and minds
together in a revolution hard to name
but one that was/is inevitable

talkin' bout a revolution
sounds like a whisper... 
don't you know...
one day we gonna rise up
and take what's ours!

this is our time
this is our world
this is the most important thing

rising up in solidarity
to take back what’s ours
to re-make our world

to re-create in our own image, thought, word
to re-invent, to re-start, to stay woke
people of color, let us occupy this dissent
let us dissent within/through/after this occupation

long after this whisper ends
let us / stay woke #together

all I want is my body
Angelique V. Nixon

I carved in my body
memories of rape and coercion
control and no-other-choice sexual relations

spirits of Black women, Brown women, Yellow women,
women of color, sing in unison of blood and torn tissue, and
split psyches, remember, what I had to do, was made to do

breeding (of slaves), denial (of rape), benefits (of war)
unfree living capital control, painted as non/being, in lustful hate
crossing borders woven inside my body, slashed and divided

I carved on my skin
sacred symbols of present and past, scars of rhythm and vibration,
haunted, fibrous sketches of time, spread across earthmemory

Enslavement, Indentureship, Reservations, and Occupations
far from over, we are still at war, being female and locked under phallic guns

playing us over and over again, centuries of the same resonate, recent decades spill with perverse comfort—Korea, Vietnam, Haiti, Guatemala, Ciudad Juarez, Zimbabwe, Congo, Iraq, Sudan, Afghanistan—colonial weapons, neocolonial silences, utensils of war/empire

I see women of color, praying and organizing
I see women raising fists, voices, and pens against patriarchy, power, and state
I see women loving women, as radical, against these silences
(taking back our bodies)

Cover Design by Julia P. Ames features the painting --
"The Butterfly Effect - The Countess" by Claudette Dean