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.


FOREIGN AFFAIRS September/October 2015 Issue In This Review Listen, Yankee!: Why Cuba Matters Tom Hayden Haydée Santamaría, Cuban Revolutionary: She Led by Transgression Margaret Randall Raúl Castro and Cuba: A Military Story (Studies of the Americas) Hal Klepak Three Books on Cuba by Tom Hayden, Margaret Randall, Hal Klepak
Reviewed by Richard Feinberg
In his new book, Hayden reflects on a lifetime of political struggles for social justice and more participatory forms of democracy. (...)

Most recent articles

Latest articles

  • Dancing with the Doe

    Joel Oppenheimer, 1930-1988
    The strong wife of my firstborn’s father calls to tell us it’s time. Tomorrow or the next day a week at most. He talks and is not in pain, has prepared well to die.
    And you? I ask. There’s no preparing . . . I search for words. Come on, you’re the poet, she challenges (...)

  • This Is About Incest

    Rain almost hides my mountains today. Low clouds snag the rocky skirts. Colors of rain and clouds clean everything.
    I speak of the rain, the clouds, the living colors of this land because it seems impossible
    to cut this silence with the words my grandfather was a (...)

  • Color

    Margaret’s color photos sample

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