Our Trespasses

 

StewartMaria_132Prior to the great personal watershed of 1849 when he rescued my mother, then a child, Duncan Smoot was known on the underground circuit as The Moses of Octoraro Creek. Because of his exploits, he was well respected amongst those who knew and emulated the brave ones who worked to free people from slavery. However, in the course of rescuing Mother, he did something that curtailed his effectiveness as a conductor and troubled him for some time after.

from The Moses of Octoraro Creek by Breena Clarke, published in issue #5 STONECOAST REVIEW,  http://www.stonecoastreview.org a literary arts journal published biannually by students and alumni from the Stonecoast MFA in Creative Writing (University of Southern Maine). Breena Clarke is a member of the fiction faculty at Stonecoast. for more about the Stonecoast MFA in Creative Writing: http://www.stonecoastreview.org/our-staff/

read the story: http://bit.ly/28KVhj9

 

IMG_3709  Breena Clarke’s books are available in all formats.

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River, Cross My Heart

Stand The Storm

Angels Make Their Hope Here

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Our Father’s Days

 

She called him John Cleary. She was a sweet gal and she risked her life for me and the boy was mine. He was a cute little bastard.

Enter the mind of the bounty hunter, James Cleary. Read Breena Clarke’s riveting account,   “The People Catcher: Mr. Woolfolk’s Bounty” online at KWELI Journal, Truth From The Diaspora’s Boldest Voices        http://bit.ly/1ZcWlvG

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for more information about Breena Clarke’s work: www.BreenaClarke.com

Catch The Wave

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A Room Of Her Own Foundation has put out the call for submissions to its first ever Waves Anthology. I’m thrilled to be a board member of the organisation and happy to help make this announcement. AROHO, committed to ending the isolation of creative women,  is looking for new & established voices, published & unpublished work for this soon to be landmark anthology. ALL WOMEN are invited to submit creative work of all kinds, including work from the 2015 AROHO Retreat Waves Discussion Series, and even portions of previously submitted Gift of Freedom applications.  Full information is found here: http://aroomofherownfoundation.org.  Be a part of the groundswell! Catch The Wave!

In this video Diane Gilliam and I discuss the project’s parameters and guidelines:

WAVES anthology video –  I was really excited to interview Diane about this opportunity for the AROHO community. The Deadline for submissions is August 1st.

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in my AROHO Legacy scarf.

Also The Hurston-Wright Foundation’s Summer Workshops at Howard University are coming up August 6-12, 2016.  Deadline for application is May 14th. They are offering:

Creative Nonfiction: W. Ralph Eubanks, leader
This workshop explores the challenges of memoir, biography and nonfiction narratives.
&
The Art of Fiction: Elizabeth Nunez, leader 
This workshop for writers of short stories and long fictional narratives focuses on the essentials of skillful storytelling.
Founded in 1990, Hurston/Wright Foundation is a nonprofit committed to developing, mentoring, and honoring Black. Learn more at hurstonwright.org.

http://www.hurstonwright.org/programs/

And mark your calendar for the fourth annual Hobart Book Village Festival of Women Writers. September 9, 10th & 11th, 2016. This annual event held on the weekend after Labor Day  will bring together twenty-one published women writers to read from their work and offer workshops in the beautiful town of Hobart, New York, called The Book Village of the Catskills and the reading capital of New York State. Join my sister and me for a weekend dedicated to readers, writers and all lovers of language.

LOGO 2016

HBV Festival of Women Writers’ Participating Writers 2016

Here’s my Goodreads List of the work of our Festival of Women Writers Sisterhood:

HBV Festival of Women Writers on Goodreads

By My Precise Haircut

Be certain to get your copy of Cheryl Clarke’s eagerly awaited new collection of poetry, “By My Precise Haircut”. It’s available:

By My Precise Haircut by Cheryl Clarke at Small Press Distribution

Conference in Collar City

The Underground Railroad Public History Conference in Troy, N.Y

Troy, NY

Troy, New York is known as the “Collar City” due to its history in shirt collar production. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troy,_New_York , Troy was home to an innovator in men’s clothing, Hannah Lord Montague.  In 1825 Hannah, a local resident cut off the collars of her husband’s shirts, bound the edges and attached strings to hold them in place. This allowed the collars and cuffs to be washed and starched separately and revolutionized the manufacturing and laundering of men’s shirts. Montague’s idea changed the fashion for American men’s shirts for a century. The industry grew and was significant in the development of women worker’s rights.

Hugging the Hudson River, next door to Albany, Troy, NY once again hosted the Underground Railroad Public History conference held at Russell Sage College. Last weekend’s (april15 – 17th) three-day program is organized by Paul and Mary Liz Stewart and 2016 marks their 15th annual conference. The couple’s stated aim is “. . . to continue to plumb the depths of this inspiring work for justice engaged in by those who participated in The Underground Railroad Movement.” http://undergroundrailroadhistory.org  Once again, a lively mix of academics, local historians and scholars of the subject came together for a weekend of talks, books on the subject, tours to historical sites (http://bit.ly/1SmGBSu , a keynote speech by the distinguished professor of History and Africana studies at Colgate University, Graham Russell Gao Hodges. He’s the author of, “David Ruggles: A Black Abolitionist and the Underground Railroad in New York City.” http://unc.live/23LDDBQ.

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Many thanks to Dr. Paula L. Poulin for pointing out the commemorative memorial for Sojourner Truth in The Town of Esopus, NY. We stopped off to see it on the leisurely ramble southbound on route 9W to reach home.

 

 

13th National Black Writers Conference

Books, Banter, Badinage, Brooklyn: talking about the Literature of the African Diaspora
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I’m pleased and honored to be participating in the 

13th NATIONAL BLACK WRITERS CONFERENCE

WRITING RACE, EMBRACING DIFFERENCE

Thursday, March 31 – Sunday, April 3, 2016

on the campus of Medgar Evers College in Brooklyn. NY

presented by The Center for Black Literature

The mission of the Center for Black Literature is to expand, broaden, and enrich the public’s knowledge and aesthetic appreciation of the value of Black literature. This upcoming national conference will do just that. There are four full days of events featuring writers discussing their work, their lives and the issues that are relevant to contemporary life and the African peoples’ presence. 

Former Poet Laureate, Rita Dove is Honorary Chair of the conference and Edwidge Danticat, Woodie King Jr., Michael Eric Dyson & Charles Johnson are 2016 NBWC HONOREES

I’ll be part of a panel with Coe Booth, D. Watkins and Michael Datcher discussing: Shaping Memories: The Odyssey to Adulthood, Sunday, April 3rd 3:00p – 4:15pm. 

We’ll be discussing our work and the themes and moral values that inform the often fraught journey from youth to adulthood for young people of African descent in the Americas. 

 To register and to see the complete schedule, link here:

http://bit.ly/1ofhWGQ

http://bit.ly/1LS1jwb  – link here for a complete list of writers participating in the 13th National Black Writers Conference.

Sisterhood on the Road

JournalingOne image of the novelist or poet is as a solitary figure trussed up in angst and identity and typing feverishly through the night. Most of a novel is written in a writer’s own inspirational cave though, a place with comforts and demons and solitude. But solitude can turn into isolation and isolation is antithetical to the ultimate outcome of writing a novel: readers, audiences, followers. The antidote to isolation is community.

Catskills landscape

In the fall of 2012, My sister, Cheryl and I began to plan a Festival for Women Writers in a one-of-a-kind village in the western Catskills, Hobart, NY, The Reading Capital of New York State and an authentic Book Village. The Hobart Book Village Festival of Women Writers debuted in Fall 2013. One of the nicest aspects of our Festival’s creation is that we didn’t bring community to Hobart. It already had camaraderie and enthusiasm about books and the arts and six independent book stores. We’ve brought women from the tri-state (NY, NJ & CT) area and across the country  with published work in poetry, fiction and non-fiction in all genres to read, offer workshops and sell their books on the weekend following Labor Day.  Along the way through three successful annual Festivals and in planning our fourth, we’ve made connections with a dazzling group of women who write.

LOGO 2016

Link here for a complete list of the outstanding women who will be Participating Writers for Festival of Women Writers 2016

http://bit.ly/1RJK3bn

Breena and Cheryl Clarke

Breena and Cheryl Clarke, co-organizers of HBV Festival of Women Writers

 I happy to say that I’ll be attending the Berkshire Festival of Women Writers 2016 for the first time this March. The Berkshire Festival is in its sixth year and like, Hobart Book Village Festival of Women Writers, offers a beautiful highland locale and enthusiastic engagement with the written word.

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At the Berkshire Festival of Women Writers, we’re always looking to expand our mission of nourishing the voices and visions of women of all ages and from many walks of life. Why is this important? Because the world needs the creative energy and vision of women now more than ever, and creative women need community to be fully activated and confident in their own work.

Berkshire Festival of Women Writers 2016

On March 12, 2016, 1:30p – 3:30p – I will join Cheryl Clarke, Mary Johnson and Esther Cohen for a panel discussion, An Unquenchable Thirst For Writing.

Cheryl Clarke, http://www.cherylclarkepoet.com/about/the author of four books of poetry, the critical study, After Mecca: Women Poets and the Black Arts Movement (2005), and her collected works The Days of Good Looks: Prose and Poetry 1980-2005 (2006). After a distinguished career at Rutgers University, she co-founded The Hobart Book Village Festival of Women Writers and is author of the upcoming collection, By My Precise Haircut. 

Mary Johnson www.maryjohnson.co will read from her memoir, An Unquenchable Thirst, named one of 2011’s best by Kirkus Review and winner of the New Hampshire Literary Award for nonfiction. One of the founders of A Room Of Her Own Foundation, Mary served for more than a decade as Creative Director of Retreats for AROHO.

Esther Cohen, http://esthercohen.com/ the author of Don’t Mind Me: And Other Jewish Lies with illustrations by Roz Chast; the novels No Charge for Looking and Book Doctor; and two volumes of poetry,God Is a Tree and prayerbook, began Unseen America, an ongoing project in which homecare workers, migrants, nannies, and others among the working class tell their life stories through the photographs they take in their daily lives. She will read from her new collection of poems, I’m Getting Older.

And . . . Breena Clarke  www.BreenaClarke.com will read from her novel, Angels Make Their Hope Here, the story of a young girl’s harrowing journey to free herself and the complex, charismatic man who conducts her to Russell’s Knob, a haven for runaways in 19th century New Jersey.

We’re going to be discussing the Sisterhood of Writing and how we built and continue to build our writing communities through organizing Festivals and Retreats and creative opportunities for women writers.  We four have had varied careers and write in a variety of genres and styles. There are a lot of gates into the city of writing and we’ve each come through differently.

Why do we need Festivals for Women Writers? Writers are writers, right? And the best of them, whatever gender, will be well-read and successful, right? Sadly, no. Women are underrepresented in Literary magazines, book publishing and prizes. Check out:  VIDA COUNT Monthly update

Each year The VIDA Count compiles over 1000 data points from the top tier, or “Tier 1” journals, publications, and press outlets by which the literary community defines and rewards its most valued arts workers, the “feeders” for grants, teaching positions, residencies, fellowships, further publication, and ultimately, propagation of artists’ work within the literary community. about VIDA COUNT

Also at The Berkshire Festival of Women Writers on Saturday, March 12 @10am – 12pm will be the electrifying Esther Cohen and Good Stories: The Deep Red Heart Of Life  a workshop for story lovers and story makers who want to make their own stories better.

Writing festivals and retreats offer enrichment opportunities that may have been, in the past, inaccessible for a lot of women who write and who aspire to be published writers. The workshop experience can be especially valuable if you didn’t come through an MFA program or you’ve spent twenty years behind a desk. These annual and bi-annual Festivals are organized geographically, but they’re supported and nurtured by social media and that gives them global possibilities.

 

 

 

Hunting season is extended in New Jersey

Seasons Greetings, Bears of New Jersey: Hunting Season is extended.

Requiem for Ursus Americanus, The American Black Bear

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Ursus Americanus

Bear Hunt 2015 extended in NJ

“Your winter gal don’t cook much. You look thin,” she said. “Aw, Pippy,” Duncan answered. “You look like you been drinkin’ hard and sleepin’ in a bear’s cave. What kind of whore don’t take better care of you,” Hat continued saucily. Duncan would not dare be ill tempered in the circumstances. “Aw, hush, little hen, stop cluckin’ at me. You look plump and pretty. What you been doin’ all winter?” “Makin’ soap,” Hat snapped. “And is a damn good thing. Your clothes stink!” She pushed his dirty things along the ground with her foot and laughed merrily. Duncan laughed, too. Hattie’s gentle fussing was a winter pleasure sorely missed.

from Angels Make Their Hope Here (p. 62). Little, Brown and Company.Clarke-AngelsMakeTheirHope

“You must pledge it or we will leave Russell’s Knob,” Dossie declared and captured his eyes levelly. “Dossie is no rabbit now, Duncan Smoot. She is Mother Bear and she will be her cub’s champion.” She started to chuckle with herself. She remembered! Was it a fancy tale or a prophecy? At their winter work, Hat had poked fun at her brother’s mysterious time away, saying that he slept with she-bears in wintertime all because long, long ago Duncan had gone into a bear den in dead of winter when it was so cold they could barely catch their breath in the biting wind. Duncan, against advice, had taken a torch into the bear den. They all knew Mother Bear was inside, had taken her children and gone to sleep. He came out a day later sayin’ that he’d slept with the bear and her cubs and that they’d hardly noticed him and it was very, very warm and smelled very, very pleasant. “Everybody knows Duncan is the bear’s fancy,” Hat would finish and giggle uncontrollably.

from  Angels Make Their Hope Here (p. 274). Little, Brown and Company.

Read more of Angels Make Their Hope Here by Breena Clarke at:

http://bit.ly/1NZsFus

Order in any format for the holidays. Visit my website www.BreenaClarke.com

for links to purchase my books, River, Cross My Heart, Stand The Storm, and Angels Make Their Hope Here, published by Little, Brown & Co.

Seasons greetings 2012

A gift of literature is three times a charm because it enriches the giver, the recipient and the creative artist who produced it.

Don’t forget to give a gift in celebration of the principles of Kwanza  Kwanza

December 26, 2015 to January 1, 2016

 

 

 

 

Halloween in Georgetown

IMG_0598   “Maybe in some other cities or towns Halloween was a holiday for children only, but Georgetowners of every age costumed themselves and walked up and down the M street thoroughfare. A great many folks, big and little, smeared charcoal or talcum on their faces and stuck their heads through holes in old sheets. Lester Gorson stood on his regular shoe-shine corner with the battered silk top hat he wore every year. Across his mouth, he wore a red bandana.

“The rich people’s Halloween was a night of fancy parties and carriages down by horses with plumed headdresses. The Chesters up on R street were throwing their usual big Colonial costume ball and had hired Snow Simpson to wear a white powdered wig, a silk jacket, and knickers of robin’s-egg blue. He stood on the portico bowing the guests through the house’s grand columns and into the vestibule. Knots of costumed colored children paused on the south side of the street and peeped through the doors and windows to glimpse guests and the massive gold and crystal chandelier in the foyer. Jonnie Mae and the others in her group laughed at Snow from across the street on their way to the cemetery. Duck Dudley lobbed crab apples at Snow’s wig. The first crab apple hit the center of the oak door, but the second caught Snow upside his head and knocked the powdered wig sideways. The group ran off laughing at Snow trying to settle the thing back on his coal black head. 

“It had been the tradition from as far back as any of the families could remember that on Halloween the costumed children trooped up to the Mount Zion cemetery to tempt fate by running and hollering like banshees among the oldest headstones. 

“Press Parker stood ith his back against a tree that had been propping people up since before the Flood. He watched as he did every Halloween to see that none of the headstones got toppled in all the chasing and hoorawing. He kept an eye on the torches and the littles ones so that no one crawled into a crypt playing hide-and-seek and got suffocated like the little Henderson baby had back in ’09.

“Press was sure the bones didn’t mind some company one day a year, They hadn’t heard the sound of children’s feet slapping on top of their heads since last Halloween.”

from “River, Cross My Heart” by Breena Clarke

to read another excerpt of this Oprah book club selection and know about the other novels by Breena Clarke link here: http://www.breenaclarke.com/content/books.asp

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Support Hobart Book Village Festival of Women Writers 2015

Breena and Cheryl Clarke

We’re so excited! My sister, Cheryl Clarke and I are thrilled that the Hobart Book Village Festival of Women Writers has scheduled a stunning roster of Women Writers for our third consecutive, annual weekend dedicated to the celebration of  women who write.

We can use YOUR help.Link here to contribute to our Indiegogo Campaign here:

Support Hobart Book Village Festival of Women Writers 2015.