Blue Hallelujahs

What we remember is what we become. Rocking chairs holding mothers and animals that root the ground for peaches, bones and stars. In Blue Hallelujahs Cynthia Manick holds fast to what brought us across. These are not the things you will hear about Black people on the nightly news. But they remain the things that lock the arms of Black people around Black people when we need what we need to keep moving on. I am so grateful to this sweet box of sacred words. -Nikky Finney