Neighborhood Magic
An essay with poems by Carron Little from a project and publication on a history of Chicago’s Beverly and Morgan Park neighborhoods produced as part of an artist residency with the Beverly Art Walk.
A Poem for Audrey Peeples
Mother
The River Flows
The River Flows
The river flows over me
The river flows through me
Catching my mothers eyes
Catching my sisters breath
The river flows through me
The river flows over me
In my sisters blood she watches over me
In my brothers blood he watches over me
Free wheeling on a life
Free wheeling jewels around this city
“We are as good as the best
We are no better than the rest”
The River Flows
The River Flows
The river flows through me
The river flows over me
Catching my mother eyes
Catching my sisters breath
The river flows through me
The river flows over me
She carries the wisdom of her blood
We carry the wisdom of her truth
A Jewish
An African
An Indian
We are all molded from this blood
We flow together
The river is deep
The blood keeps flowing
Of all our sisters and brothers
We keep mapping
We keep praying
In lemon drops and candy floss
Spreading the jewels
The phonecalls of hate
Flow down the deep deep river
The blood keeps flowing
Of all our sisters and brothers
The beauty of the human race
Weaving its global DNA
From one generation to the next
Blood keeps pouring into our rivers
Sisters and brothers
The rivers flow deep
Her wisdom is truth
Her blood of world
The river keeps flowing
Strong and deep through you and me
The river keeps flowing
Strong and deep through you and me