Well ya’ll
I thought I was writing a Sacred Concert/a big ole sonic Celebration of African-American culture and whatnot…but that is not what wanted to be written…below is what I currently know about my new piece delta dandi….come to the staged reading if you are in NYC 8/6 & 8/7…My publisher, Lisa C. Moore ( RedBone Press is going to facilitate the 8/6 talk back. For more on that go to: freedomtrainproductions.org

delta dandi is a Conjure. A weave of monologues, chants, choral tellings, blood memory and song delta dandi asks “How does collective grief and trauma inform the African American experience?” delta dandi invokes the Transmigration of a Spirit’s journey as she walks towards Transformation and Love….

i don’t know how to die so i just go along. carry all these things. all these things. till once in the black/blue of day i jump. i jump where the waters meet. i jump. cold cold cut me. i jump. pray/carry me to the ocean. please. maybe i find my mama there. i jump. go under. come up. go under. come up. jump. jump. jump. can’t float down. the water won’t take me. again again again i jumping till look see. there right there a woman tall tall naked and shining in the water stand smile smiling down at me in the water. i run out. run stand under giant tree with weeping arms. look through bending branches. still still. no breathing. can’t move. can’t turn head. can’t close eyes. no look away. the woman tall tall naked and shining in the water stand. stop laughing. stare. stare. stare. stare telling me something
i don’t know what……. delta dandi Copyright (c) 2008 Sharon Bridgforth