Margaret Randall

Margaret Randall
Photo by Jim Norrena
“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.

DAUGHTER OF LADY JAGUAR SHARK

Daughter of Lady Jaguar Shark
I am still here, daughter of the great city,
Tikal,
counter of days,
apprentice to scribes
grinder of maiz
the liquid brown of chocolate
on my tongue.
Daughter of Lady Jaguar Shark,
artist,
traveler to Copán, Chichén ,
Palenque,
carrier of copper, shells and light.
Transparent as air
and from a place
your eyes cannot enter
I watch as you wander
this time I still call home . . .
Once again, Bryce Milligan has produced a gem of an edition; (...)

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    ESTO SUCEDE CUANDO EL CORAZON DE UNA MUJER SE ROMPE
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    Chapter 1 The Prism: Women’s Human Rights
    Language evokes, describes, communicates. But language can also be used to obscure and mislead. It can be used to kill. Today’s political discourse, cynically manipulated, often does just that. Nowhere is this more evident than when speaking of (...)

  • Hunger’s Table: Women, Food & Politics

    Grape Pie
    1
    This pie calls for 4 cups blue grapes and asks that skillful fingers slip the pulp from their skins. It requires you cook the lush mass until its seeds loosen, and begs you keep your fantasies in check.
    Press cooked pulp through a colander to remove but save the seeds. Your (...)

  • Into Another Time: Grand Canyon Reflections

    The Lens Frames this Image
    The lens frames this image then lets it go as I slowly sweep walls that move in the opposite direction faster than my camera can do its work.
    Panning space but also time: centuries of buildup, millennia of sedimentation, uplift, intrusion, deposit, erosion, (...)

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