Rhondazvous Interviewed on MTSLove Radio This Morning

[Rhondazvous]

It will air at 10 am Eastern time.
Dr. Kay is asking me questions about my work as a writer and has  me recite a couple of my poems.
http://www.mtslive.com/stations/radio-1240-2/

[Nope]

It will air at 10 am Eastern time.
Dr. Kay is asking me questions about my work as a writer and has  me recite a couple of my poems.
http://www.mtslive.com/stations/radio-1240-2/

I just saw this. Congrats

[Exian]

Oh, how exciting! Congrats, Rhondazvous

[Nope]

My internet seems to have dropped the signal a few times. What was the name of the book you wrote about a young woman kidnapped from Africa? I only heard part of that conversation but it sounded interesting. What sources did you use for your research? My mother's family were very poor and used to move around looking for farm work. When I was a teenager, I could have worked on a tobacco farm during the summer but both my mother and grandmother discouraged me because they said the work was so difficult. They had done similar work and hated it.

[Exian]

Is there a way to get a link to a recording so I can listen to it when I get home from work?

[robvalue]

Hey that's awesome

[Rhondazvous]

They sent me a recording. As soon as I figure out how this Drop Box thing works, I will put a link on my website and post it here.

Nope, The name of that book is The Crossroads of Time. You know a journalist never reveals her sources. But anybody who has spent time on a tobacco farm will recognize what my characters are doing. I'm glad you are here with us and not down on a farm somewhere making Virginia Sliims rich.

[Rhondazvous]

Click here if you missed it this morning, you can listen to and/or download the mp3 from my website. Be sure to like and tweet this page.
http://www.rhondadenisejohnson.com/mtsli...rview.html

[Exian]

Gotta tell ya, Rhonda, I must not be paying attention, because I didn't know any of that about you. I really loved getting to know you, and how often do we get to know the members here by radio interview!? Very cool. I want to tell you, your poem "Sound" just about broke my heart. Knowing your background and the reason for the poem, and hearing that line "When I was ghost", that was just very transporting.

How did you find the experience, being interviewed, I mean? Was that your first time on radio?

[Rhondazvous]

Gotta tell ya, Rhonda, I must not be paying attention, because I didn't know any of that about you. I really loved getting to know you, and how often do we get to know the members here by radio interview!? Very cool. I want to tell you, your poem "Sound" just about broke my heart. Knowing your background and the reason for the poem, and hearing that line "When I was ghost", that was just very transporting.

How did you find the experience, being interviewed, I mean? Was that your first time on radio?

I have another poem called On the Wings of a Wild God. Somebody told me it's a religious poem that even atheists will like.  I was a Christian at the time and didn't know quite how to take that. Now though, it lets me know that even when I was deluded I was never completely so.

I felt good about the interview.  This is my first time on regular radio, though a media personality friend of mine interviewed me on BlogTalk Radio.  I didn't know she was going to ask me to read a poem.

On the Wings of a Wild God

The religious people put a saddle on god
Bit, bridle, reins and spurs kicked his sides
to shuttle to and fro along the track of human certitude
He roared and stomped a quake into the Earth
Many people died
They said, "As a horse, you're a failure
Perhaps you don't exist."

The religious people urge me to get on the track
Lest I fall prey to dangerous freedoms
Slipping off the narrow spine of their decrepit horse
I grasp for the reins
I yearn for a rule
I've committed a great sin
What can I but?
I hurry to scurry
But I do not find Him

Until I am still
With nothing that I can do
And not a fig leaf to my name
Only a core of hot anger and cold knowledge
Pain clouds raining in between
He, untamed and unfettered, touches me
He goes where religion's illicit morality cannot
I mount up on his wings
In the wind his free mane whips away my tears
One by one