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Taiyon Coleman

Taiyon Coleman is a member of Cave Canem, a national workshop for African-American poets, where she worked with Toi Derricotte, Cornelius Eady, Elizabeth Alexander, Nikky Finney, Michael Harper, Yusef Komunyakaa, and Sonia Sanchez. Her work has appeared in Ethos, Knotgrass, Sketch, Cave Canem Anthology IV and V, DrumVoices Revue, Sauti Mpya, Words Will Heal the Wound: A Celebration of Community Through Poetry CD Volume II, Bum Rush the Page: A Def Poetry Jam, and A View from the Loft. Recently, Taiyon was a featured reader with poet Nikki Giovanni in Chicago at the Hot House, celebrating the YWCA's national day to eliminate racism. Taiyon Coleman holds a MFA from the University of Minnesota, where she worked with Alexs Pate, Patricia Hampl, and Ray Gonzalez. She also holds a Master's and a Bachelor's degree in English from Iowa State University, where she became a Ronald McNair Scholar, and a member of Phi Kappa Phi Honor Society.

 Articles by this Author

                when my mother comes
                she is gentle
                walking on air
                her flip-flops make no sound
                her gown hangs in no breeze
                she talks to my mind
                showing only soles of shoes
                peeks of the bottom of her feet

MY LOVER'S NAME

                is Emmanuel.
                He saves me.

                My lover breaks
                bread for my heart.
                He makes wine
                soaking loaves full
                of my blood.

FRESH YA SHAMBA

                keeping out the sun
                i travel this road
                Morogoro road
                many times
                this last time
                from Dar Es Salaam
                towards Kilimanjaro

COME TO ME

                Momma tells me my auntie appears to my cousins. She doesn't wait for a dream. Aunt Gloria keeps asking for Anky, her husband who survived her by six months. She scares my cousins so badly they run out the house and don't come back until they get somebody to tell her that she's dead. It is because of this that I tell my momma not to come to me if she dies. I didn't know she would go so soon. I think she takes me seriously. Since her death, I wait to see her, to hear her. But I've only dreamed of her twice though not in the way I dream of others.