Poetry
Summer 1991
Beulah the Maid in the House of Love
She don’t know what she doin in therebut she do know she don’t do no windows, no greasy ovens.She ain’t crazy She ain’t goin in there by her only selfsnoopin […]
Poetry
Summer 1991
Me and Marilyn in Beulah’s Mind
These her own sister’s children . . . one with her head in books, the other in the clouds. They call her Ahnt, like little white girls, but they eat like […]
Poetry
Summer 1991
Beulah the Maid Asks for Help
No sex, and now no furniture, Beulah thinks. She thinkin this while she clean upafter they party. Somebody left behind a piece of papersay, “SAVE THE WHALES.” Beulah say, Hunh. […]
Poetry
Summer 1991
Why Beulah?
It was soon after Tommie Lee Harris turned hisself into Osagboro Mfumithat folks started getting on Beulahabout her name. Suddenly on their nouveau-African lips Beulah sounded too colored, too much […]