COVID—19 That virus (deadly) Has ravished our world— An un-welcomed visitor Unholy– Stealing breath from the Beautiful Demanding Distance. Quarantine. Masks. Gloves. Death But You call our eyes (Lord) to embrace, to hold each other –up: Though our lips tremble, Wheat and Tares Pray Together– We will say of the LORD, “He is [our] refuge…
Author: Dr. Ramona L. Hyman
Dr. Ramona L. Hyman, writer, speaker, professor, serves as an English Faculty professor at Oakwood University. She earned her PhD from the University of Alabama, Tuscaloosa. She is the founder of the African American Healers Conference. African American critic Dr. Joyce Joyce says, Hyman [ is a writer who] “challenges readers to explore a poetic imagination grounded in a feel for the southern landscape, African-American literary and political history, Black spirituality, and a creative fusion of Black folk speech with a Euro- American poetic vernacular. Ramona L. Hyman emerges as a strong . . .intellectual poetic voice.”
Her research and speaking interests are the Montgomery Bus Boycott of 1955, African American poetry, and the Healing Poetic in African American Thought.
Dr. Hyman's literary work has been included in journals and anthologies such as Message, African American Review, African American Pulpit, College Language Association Journal, Obsidian, and Callaloo. She has been anthologized in Amiri and Amini Baraka's An Anthology of African American Women Writers (Marrow Press). She is the author of the collections of poetry, In the Sanctuary of a South and I Am Black America.
Dr. William Ferris, former director of the National Endowment for the Humanities, says“Hyman’s skills as an actor and writer are rare.”
Contact: Ramona L. Hyman, PhD ramona.hyman@yahoo.com
Madeia Jacobs Remembers Her Mom’s Love for Martin Luther King, Jr.
By Madeia Quiento Jacobs ON April 4th, 1968 I was 5 1/2. The only reason I remember this day is because I walked into our living room and Nana was seating on the arm of a chair crying. This is the first and maybe the only time I saw our mother cry. I said, ”…
My Mom’s Cake: A Thanksgiving Prayer
There is also an ingredient of acknowledged grace running through my veins. It is the blood that keeps me moving-even in challenging times.
Take 6, “When Angels Cry”: Calling the “Light of Love”
“Angels Cry.” Crying, I have come to learn is holy.
Holy moments are like bridges—this holy moment is my bridge into the who of Take 6.
for Carvell Goodlow: Do the Holy Thing
The name Carvell Goodlow triggers a chaotic caucus of words that I don’t even want on my doorstep they hurt they scream painful; they read Carvell Goodlow, a good boy was killed on Sunday, September 2018 in Huntsville Alabama for no reason by a black boy who lost his humanity. Carvell Goodlow was pursuing a…
“Black Panther”: A Wakandan Epitaph
The real hero of this movie is the African child-come-man left orphaned in America—Erik Killmonger. It is that orphaned boy whose final epitaph carries the movie home.
The Sea’s A-Rising: for Martin and Coretta Scott King January 30, 1956
Originally posted on Dr. Hyman's African American Culture Review :
Grace was in the crowd at 309 Jackson Street. The sea rose: Baptizing hate at 309 Jackson Street into love The “light” colored car came Mumbling segregation/ Delivering dynamite to kill The dreams and dreamers. The Sea’s a-rising to Drown hate into love Grace presses…
First Thursday: God, Depression, and Whitney Houston’s “Can I Be Me”
“CAN I BE ME”: I imagine Whitney Houston asking this question. As she rests, my answer to every human being searching for an answer to this question. Yes, be the you that God is calling!
Do Your One Thing!
Do Your One Thing!
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