If there is anyone out there, the book is out! temp words can be found at:

www.createspace.com/4434561

and my face book page is:

www.facebook.com/tempwords

peace!

temp words poetry/prose book coming soon!!!

It's been a labor of love, over 20 years of words.

Here is book description:

temp words

             I started writing this book in 1996, when I was working as a temp in San Francisco, mostly as a receptionist. I was grieving the loss of my brother, and took whatever opportunity possible to write underneath the florescent lights. My brother’s death rocked my paradigm and forced me to face the impermanence of our lives.  Thoughts, feelings, experiences, people, faith, relationships, politics, identity, things (except maybe plastic bags) change; nothing is static. temp words is a journey through impermanence from my perspective as a mixed race woman of color living in America. This is my edge, this is how I navigate through life: one moment at a time.

            Twenty percent of the proceeds from temp words will go to MISSSEY, a community based organization in Oakland, California, whose goal is to eradicate the commercial sexual exploitation of 

our children.                                                                 

All we have is the moment the rest is fiction

from my poetry book, it's a mixed thing you might understand....

reunion

the land accepted us
wasnʼt weighed down by our
ambiguous colors
olive brown black white
beige skin
golden curly straight brown
black frizzy hair
it didnʼt question us
ask us to choose sides
black or white
as if they were the
only two to choose from
we could stand whole
connected
to each other
without suspicious
glances-
or looks like
“ you just donʼt belong here”
or
“ I couldnʼt tell you were black”
brown, gold, black, white
hands meet
“Iʼm your cousin...”
no room for racism here
“Iʼm your Aunt, Uncle...
fragments of America-
the real America
that no one wants to see
check a box
choose a side
but donʼt acknowledge the
mixture
we cannot separate
ourselves from history
history from ourselves
seeds burgeoning from the
earth we stand
stories begging
to be told

Copyright 2008 alison hart

this one is timely...

enough earth

is there enough earth

to hold all our dreams?

or

is time running out

as glaciers melt and

carbon rises

is there enough earth to hold all our dreams?

or

are slides quakes tsunamis

triggering

flight fright freeze

lower brain stems activate

ready to run

is there enough earth for all our dreams?

or

did this generation use it up

feeding banks while children’s mouths

hang open

is there enough earth to hold all our dreams?

or

do they only exist at night

causing no waste

no heavy steps

no need to worry about tomorrow

or the next ten years

when climate change

is irreversible

is there enough earth to hold all our dreams?

if I could

I would hold yours in my hand

little one

tell you not to worry

go run

go play

Im holding it

holding it

for you.

a hart 10/8/09

copyright alison hart 2011

Welcome to my poetry blog, here is my most recent

what I am and what I am not

(or what I can take to the grave and what I cant)

I am not my car

I am not my home

I am not my age

I am not my phone

I am not my clothes

I am not my face

I am not my job

I am not my race

I am not my hair

I am not my shoes

I am not my spouse

I am not my blues

I am

the poem waiting to be written

the space

in between words

the dance

waiting to be moved

I am

the love I have to give

the life that I have lived

I am not a corporation

a symbol of any status

if you look at me

you cant see me

there are no labels

you wont find me

like sand slipping through

your fingers

meaning is gone

I have carved out

my own space

and I sing

my own

song

a. hart 8/7/2011

copyright alison hart 2011