In Spades, and: How Nature Calls Me, and: Start Here, and: Even in Nature, and: How Yesterday Holds Today, and: The Gift That Keeps on Giving

Callaloo Pub Date : 2024-08-29 DOI:10.1353/cal.2024.a935714

Glenis Redmond

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In Spades, and: How Nature Calls Me, and: Start Here, and: Even in Nature, and: How Yesterday Holds Today, and: The Gift That Keeps on Giving
Glenis Redmond (bio)

IN SPADES

"Black Wealth is Black Love"
–Nikki Giovanni

Black Love is a bed. Firm or soft.Whatever it is, Black Love is pure.Struggle and beauty both come in Spades.You know what I mean, the card game.We played every day 'cept Sunday. Mama's rule!

Black love is a table with us gathered 'round.Partners picked. Rules set at the top.Deuces wild. Both jokers are in. Don't reneg.Yes, we know what it sounds like.We Black as we want to be.No talking across the board.

Shuffle the deck. Cut right. Deal left.Talk is always trash.If you can dish out,you better be able to eat it.With words and with books.

When the getting got goodDaddy plastered his next card to his foreheadthree moves before.Then, hack!He made his spadescut twice–on the tableand everywhere else. [End Page 25] Don't get setor go in the hole.You can dig your way out,but you gotta have the hand.Spades is life: like air like water like be all in.We all play,but everybody knowsain't nobody playing. [End Page 26]

HOW NATURE CALLS ME

Glazed eyes, I go into a poemor into the woodsplaces no one can find meexcept myselfamongst the wild. [End Page 27]

START HERE

Upon my diagnosis that I was dying,I wanted to be amongst the living.Doctors didn't order nature as a cure,but my lungs craved crisp, clear air.My face wanted to feel the sun.I traveled to Paris! Mountain, that is.Every blade of grass helped me fight. [End Page 28]

EVEN IN NATURE

The color lines were drawn back then.Schools too. It's held in the name:Fountain Inn Colored High School. My parents'alma mater. Bull Dog's last class: 1954.Mama recalls, "We went to Paris Mountainfor our Senior Class trip. I research.Correct her. "You went to Pleasant Ridge." [End Page 29]

HOW YESTERDAY HOLDS TODAY

at Paris Mountain State Park

Blue sky above and the trail below.We two go, not just for us.At Lake Placid, we sit. I wonderabout elders and ancestors who couldn'tgrace these grounds before. Laws: Whites only.Grandson's hand in mine. We circleas they hover. The past is present. [End Page 30]

THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING

As Nikki Haley proclaims, There's no racismin America, but here I am dyingfrom cancer. Numbers don't lie. Multiple Myelomastrikes Black people twice as many asWhite people. Pray tell, what is thereason? I am literally living to knowwhat is killing us by the droves. [End Page 31]

Glenis Redmond

GLENIS REDMOND is the first poet laureate of Greenville, South Carolina. She is a 2023 Poet Laureate Fellow selected by the American Academy of Poets. She has published six books of poetry. Her latest books are The Listening Skin (Four Way Books), Praise Songs for Dave the Potter: Art by Jonathan Green, Poetry by Glenis Redmond (University of Georgia Press), and The Song of Everything: A Poet's Exploration of South Carolina's State Parks. Redmond received the highest arts award in South Carolina, the Governor's Award, and was inducted into the South Carolina Academy of Authors in 2022. The Listening Skin was shortlisted for the PEN Open Book Award and the Julie Suk Award.

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