Margaret Randall

Margaret Randall
Photo by Juan Pérez
“Then I saw what the calling was :
it was the road I traveled”
- Muriel Rukeyser

My life and work have been profoundly informed by parents who gave me love and adventure, and encouraged creativity; the dramatic desert canyons, rich colors and open skies of the southwestern United States; Socialist ideals; the second wave of feminism; and the generous mentorship of many great friends and colleagues. My children, grandchildren, and great grandchild are always with me, even when far away; and my spouse Barbara is bedrock. New York’s abstract expressionist painters in the 1950s, Mexico and her struggles of the 1960s, the Cuban revolution’s second brave decade in the 1970s, the Vietnamese people’s struggle against US attack and occupation in that same decade, and the Sandinista attempt to change Nicaragua in the early 1980s were places and events that shaped me. The exploration of ancient sites continues to be a source of nourishment, and I have long been involved with oral tradition. I deeply believe in humanistic values, combating our culture of violence and greed, and art as a tool for change. I invite you to enter my website, learn about my books, read my poetry and look at my photographic images.

LA LLORONA

It should come as no surprise.
I found her
by the banks of the San Antonio.
I know, you’d think she’d choose
the Rio Grande or Colorado
for her nightly walks:
rivers of strength and purpose,
dividing nations or raging
through the greatest canyon of them all.
But I knew
she preferred more intimate beauty.
I’d done my homework.
I almost didn’t hear her whispered wail
between the moan of freight trains
charging night
in that south Texas city.
I thought I discerned a minor (...)

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  • By Chely Lima

    , by Margaret Randall

    Confused, uncertain, murky, ambiguous
    No one will take notice, that much is clear. You will be confused by your body, your voice trained to sound sweet, inoffensive. But you are you are you are you: A solitary man who lives between two worlds, looks in the mirror and sees only his (...)

  • By Alfredo Zaldívar

    , by Margaret Randall

    THE DOG / by Goya
    If I had to pick one painting at the Prado Museum The Maidens wouldn’t be my choice / too much for me.
    Nor The Surrender of Breda I contemplate sitting on a bench for hours that seemed centuries.
    Not even those drunken faces by Velázquez /my favorite painter, /the piece of (...)

  • By Laura Ruiz Montes

    , by Margaret Randall

    NUMBERS
    In some other city it’s always surprising to find what we expect of this country’s nights. Surprising to find that the scent my grandmother celebrated for years still exists.
    1800 isn’t only an eau de cologne. Neither is it just a number, but something refused at every border yet still (...)

  • THE MORNING AFTER: POETRY AND PROSE IN A POST-TRUTH WORLD

    , by Margaret Randall

    The Morning After
    —To the children
    It’s the morning after and the polar bear licks blood from his foot’s white fur. Ice is jagged and cuts, its islands recede to the beat of human denial. Far to the south: a dying parrot’s heart cries.
    It’s the morning after and beneath the wall long scarring (...)

  • EXPORTING REVOLUTION: CUBA’S GLOBAL SOLIDARITY

    , by Margaret Randall

    In her new book, Exporting Revolution, Margaret Randall explores the Cuban Revolution’s impact on the outside world, tracing Cuba’s international outreach in healthcare, disaster relief, education, literature, art, liberation struggles, and sports. Randall combines personal observations and (...)

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