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Mwalim Morgan Peters

Featured Poem:

Valley Park Groove

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The streets vibrate with a pulse and a thud
Valley Park greets the rising sun
It could be the heartbeat of the universe
Multi-colored swings, ball courts
bicycle paths, and an outdoor pool
Valley Park comes alive
called a groove
A groove
To the sound of the trucks making deliveries
And the streets that come alive in the morning
My landscape
This is my world of the rising sun
The sound, the sound, the sound
Of a Valley Park morning
It’s called a groove
A groove
Or is it just plain old background noise?
When you live in a circle
All things repeat themselves
There is still variation
And contradiction
In it’s uniformity
This contradiction within uniformity –
It’s called a groove
A groove
Valley Park is alive
My first breath came after I entered the light
Each time I enter a new light, I breathe for the first time
My heart-beat came long before I could see
I had life before I could live
When a child is born
The elders will say
That an ancestor has returned
And the sun shall rise
Over Valley Park
It’s called a groove
A groove
My connection to the earth is like no other
But all life can spring from the earth
And be sustained by her bounty
But that is only half of what makes you who you are
Look for the rest in the spirits of the skies
Over Valley Park
It’s called a groove
A groove
When everything is moving –
it gives the illusion that everything is standing still
beauty evolves from the mistakes that we make
trying to repeat our past perfections
and this contradiction
is what we call a groove
(c) 2008, MJ Peters. All Rights Reserved

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Biography

Mwalim (Morgan James Peters) is a Black Wampanoag performing artist, writer, educator and filmmaker. Born in the Bronx, NY and raised in both the Bronx and Mashpee, MA, Mwalim was immersed in the oral traditions of both his Bajan (Barbados) mother and Mashpee Wampanoag father.

Emerging on the east-coast spoken-word scene in the early 1990’s as a storyteller, performance poet and theater artist, Mwalim’s work is known throughout the USA, Canada, the UK and the Caribbean. A contributor to numerous edited volumes and periodicals, Mwalim is the author of one short fiction collection, A Mixed Medicine Bag (2007, Talking Drum Press) and over 25 plays, and several sound recordings. His latest CD, The Liberation Sessions features collaborations with a host of A-List artists. He is a tenured Associate Professor of English and African/ African American Studies at the University of Massachusetts Dartmouth.

Mwalim Morgan Peters

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Biography

Mwalim (Morgan James Peters) is a Black Wampanoag performing artist, writer, educator and filmmaker. Born in the Bronx, NY and raised in both the Bronx and Mashpee, MA, Mwalim was immersed in the oral traditions of both his Bajan (Barbados) mother and Mashpee Wampanoag father.

Emerging on the east-coast spoken-word scene in the early 1990’s as a storyteller, performance poet and theater artist, Mwalim’s work is known throughout the USA, Canada, the UK and the Caribbean. A contributor to numerous edited volumes and periodicals, Mwalim is the author of one short fiction collection, A Mixed Medicine Bag (2007, Talking Drum Press) and over 25 plays, and several sound recordings. His latest CD, The Liberation Sessions features collaborations with a host of A-List artists. He is a tenured Associate Professor of English and African/ African American Studies at the University of Massachusetts Dartmouth.

Featured Poem:

Valley Park Groove

Enlarge poem

The streets vibrate with a pulse and a thud
Valley Park greets the rising sun
It could be the heartbeat of the universe
Multi-colored swings, ball courts
bicycle paths, and an outdoor pool
Valley Park comes alive
called a groove
A groove
To the sound of the trucks making deliveries
And the streets that come alive in the morning
My landscape
This is my world of the rising sun
The sound, the sound, the sound
Of a Valley Park morning
It’s called a groove
A groove
Or is it just plain old background noise?
When you live in a circle
All things repeat themselves
There is still variation
And contradiction
In it’s uniformity
This contradiction within uniformity –
It’s called a groove
A groove
Valley Park is alive
My first breath came after I entered the light
Each time I enter a new light, I breathe for the first time
My heart-beat came long before I could see
I had life before I could live
When a child is born
The elders will say
That an ancestor has returned
And the sun shall rise
Over Valley Park
It’s called a groove
A groove
My connection to the earth is like no other
But all life can spring from the earth
And be sustained by her bounty
But that is only half of what makes you who you are
Look for the rest in the spirits of the skies
Over Valley Park
It’s called a groove
A groove
When everything is moving –
it gives the illusion that everything is standing still
beauty evolves from the mistakes that we make
trying to repeat our past perfections
and this contradiction
is what we call a groove
(c) 2008, MJ Peters. All Rights Reserved

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

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