Lisbeth White is a poet/dancer/performer and VONA alum. She works as an expressive arts therapist, supporting people in discovering the arts as healing. Her current poetry project centers around ancestry and the unique relationships women of color experience in connection to nature. Howl i wake up to coyotes yellowing the air up and down the […]Read more "Howl"
I am running alone in a park near my apartment. A cop pulls up, sits in his car, windows tinted. The air is violent in my lungs. He watches me run three laps before he calls me over—asks if I mind if he closes the park gate. Asks if I’m military, pointing at my tattoos, […]Read more "Intersections"
if it wasn’t so easy to be an activist through twitter if the protest didn’t happen during the football game let me explain if i had skin in the game more time if it was like Selma if my daughter’s life was or my son i’m about to leave this city for good but right […]Read more "pale risks"
I dream that Chris Lollie and I sit in a lion’s den. It starts to rain. Chris Lollie and I don’t live too far away from one another, but we’ve never met. At some point in the video, the phone’s camera goes black and you hear Chris yelling for help in a hallway. I watch […]Read more "Poem with Lions"
I woke up thinking about Frank Jude, Jr. whose assault I am nearly too young to remember in the news. I woke up thinking lynching attempt. I spent part of the day with remembered despair. At the march this week, nearly no one grabbed the signs that said Arrest Killer Cops; most marchers picked Black […]Read more "Arresting the Police on Martin Luther King Jr. Day"
to work in the mornings I walk the other direction past a sign commemorating Joshua Glover a runaway slave from St. Louis maybe near where Ferguson is now The Fugitive Slave Act imprisoned Joshua here in Milwaukee but protestors broke down the jail’s door so Joshua could get to Canada on the Underground Railroad …………………….Looking […]Read more "The Agitators"
the hooves of history chase a country through a guillotine a driver’s side the squad car’s open window and you are the white man sleeping in the house at the top of a hill an inheritor in the will of your grandfathers’ stables your wiped clean record repeats can you awaken […]Read more "weatherproofing"