2005 Writers Forum
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| Brenda Givens is a poet, storyteller and writer. Born in Ruislip, England, she has spent the majority of her life in the Northwest and currently lives in Everett, Washington. Brenda has spent many years presenting her work in a wide range of venues including Barnes and Nobel Bookstores, the University of Washington, Seattle Childrens Museum, Seattle Folk Life Festival, 3rd Place Books, Aunties Bookstore, and the Tacoma, Olympia and Federal Way Public Libraries. Her writing has been published in Las Cruces Poets and Writers Magazine, Brothers and Others (an anthology of African American women writing about African American men), the Seattle City Council Session, Pralines and Cream (a chap book) and the Tacoma Literary Guild publications. Brenda is also a storyteller, retelling the traditional stories of Anansi the Spider from Africa, and the Brer Rabbit stories of the American South. Her latest work in progress, a novel, is currently under submission. | ![]() |
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photo credit:
dean wong |
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| Read and listen to excerpts from a discussion between Brenda Givens and 2005 curator John Mifsud. | |||||||||||||||
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| Lessons in Anger (sticks and stones) cant say when must have been about the beginnin of time a weddin took place hate met ignorance formed a loathsome union i met their son when i was five he wasnt much just a word a thousand words had gone before none so maiming though he knocked me down took from me in one cruel moment i got up confused and longin now in his strange world colors dulled by hot futile winds clouds that never soothe the pleadin cracks of earth green tree muted blue sky vague now wont dream so easily wont trust so readily he never went too far away hid mostly just round the bend still knocked me down but never took from me again! i hear his laughter sounds of dry gusts blowin my mama whispered his name said he had a few |
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| bigotry, prejudice, racism |
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| angry names couldnt pronounce em even so when i was five i understood. |
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Jack Straw Productions: The Audio Arts Center for the Pacific Northwest |
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