Castle of our Skins is heading into the last leg of our Miniature Festival! For this festival, we featured young students performing pieces from the first iteration of the Black Composer Miniature Challenge (#BCMC 1.0). After those miniatures were presented on our social media, we transitioned into featuring 43 poets for our first ever Black Poetry Miniature Challenge (#BPMC 1.0), curated by our very own Shirley Graham Du Bois Creative-In-Residence Marlanda Dekine - Sapient Soul! What a celebration of diversity, intelligence, depth, introspection, and what an exploration of emotions that was - with such a joyful closing by our very own Marlanda!  

 Nora Edouarzin performed Pholoso by Mokale Koapeng

Starting tomorrow, 19 new works will receive their digital world premiere. These pieces, for any combination of flute(s) and harp, were rehearsed and performed by Orlanda Cela and Charles Overton. Our lovely video recording team created wonderful audio and visual experiences so that everyone can enjoy these miniatures! Check out COOS social media for these videos! They will be revealed daily until December 24th, providing you all with gifts to which you can return whenever you'd like! Happy Holiday Season and enjoy these treasures from Castle of our Skins! 

by Marlanda Dekine

When the pandemic began, I was completely opposed to how my family was handling it. I couldn’t hold space for their needs of having to be around others and pretend everything was going to be okay. Presumably safer in my car, I set up camp and read books, wrote ideas for “the future”, and talked through my past as if I was 82 years old. Feeling ashamed about being back home, I felt I deserved mosquito bites, the prickly grass scratching my ankles, and the people who feasted on my negative self image and ever-widening doubts. I was angry and likely unpleasant to be around. 

​During one of my many random pandemic outings where I’d drive aimlessly around the South Carolina Lowcountry while listening to Marian Anderson sing “I Am Bound for De Kingdom” or Megan Thee Stallion rap “Cash Sh*t”, my grandma Lizzie, who I’ve never met, visited the wandering forest of my heart and mind. I became curious about her life and why she died suddenly at 54. There were new questions and obsessions stirring inside of me: 

• Why did her parents move up north while she stayed behind as a young child and why wasn’t she ever returned to them as promised? 
• Is there any connection to why her favorite song was “Somewhere Around God’s Throne” by The Consolers?

                      I went to the house, where I used to live

                      The grass had grown up and it covered the door

                      Someone across the street

                      Said I know whom you seek

                      But they, they don't live here anymore

                      They are somewhere around the throne of God

The field beside my grandma Lizzie’s house used to be a broom grass field that used to be a soybean field that used to be a vegetable field that used to be how my paternal grandparents fed my daddy and his ten siblings. There were cows, chickens, and goats.

Caption: Above is a picture of a part of the family land that was stewarded by my Granddaddy Silas and Grandma Lizzie, including fences painted red, white, and green, an open field, trees, and other neighborhood homes

The field behind the house where my ma grew up went through similar transitions and fed a family of ten. Now, there are beautiful weeds and tall pine and oak trees.

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When my grandma Thelma would meet people for the first time, she wanted to know where they came from. In her Geechee* dialect, she’d ask, “Who yo people is?” Today, I find myself sitting with this question stirring inside of me more than ever before. 

I moved back home to Plantersville, South Carolina in October 2019, after living in the Upstate area of South Carolina for 15 years. When I came back, I met interesting historians, teachers, and healers. These encounters led me to explore where I come from in ways I had never considered. I was encouraged to intentionally honor the spaces made for me by my direct ancestors, including the dead relatives within my family that I knew personally and the ones I’ve heard about in stories or the names I’ve read on birth and death certificates. 

It was the first time I began to honor my grandparents’ houses, worksites, foods, favorite smells, songs, and places of leisure. It was the first time I realized how precious it was to have access to these memories and stories as a living history. I approached these spaces (physical and memoried) as if they were museums, holding sacred and important information for my creative existence.

According to Merriam-Webster, a museum is “an institution devoted to the procurement, care, study, and display of objects of lasting interest or value”. Personally, I experience institutions as holders of white-supremacist capitalist cis-hetero patriarchal models of worth, production, and perfection, whether BIPOC-led or white-led. But, because the word continues to visit my consciousness, I continue to sit with it. Museum.

For me, there will never be enough creative work surrounding the Great Migration, the African-Americans who stayed in the South, and the ongoing work of intergenerational and ancestral healing across the African diaspora. It’s exciting to dig into these questions through writing, even if I never know the answers to them:

• Are these the trees my granddaddy slept beneath when he ran away from his stepmother at ten years old? 
• Am I, today, lying beneath those same trees? 
• Do these pine trees remember my granddaddy?

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Want to try a few exercises?

1. Choose a song that reminds you of where you come from (i.e. place of origin, time of origin, or a specific family member/ancestor). Write the lyrics and find what stands out to you, if anything at all. Remix the lyrics and see what appears.
2. What is something that you do daily to connect with the land, the water, or the direct lineage in your own family?
3. What questions do you have about your people? Your relatives? Your direct ancestors? Ask them and write down or use your voice to speak imaginary answers. You may be surprised.
4. What do pictures of your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins bring up inside of you? Have you ever written about it or made sounds in response? Try it. ​

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* Note: The Gullah Geechee people are descendants of Africans who were enslaved on the rice, indigo and Sea Island cotton plantations of the lower Atlantic coast. Learn more from https://gullahgeecheecorridor.org/thegullahgeechee/