Poetry About Hoodoo

A root dries beside the Bible on a clean white cloth. Prayer and practical knowledge share the same kitchen table. Blue bottles catch morning light at the edge of the yard. Names for protection survived journeys designed to erase them. Hands learn which plant soothes, which washes, which warns. Hoodoo grew through Black survival, adaptation, and guarded memory.

Blue bottles catch morning light at the edge of the yard. A whispered psalm may accompany salt laid carefully at the door. The work belongs to histories too often borrowed without respect. An ancestor's instruction can travel where written records fail. Mystery does not make a tradition empty of context. What was carried in secret still asks to be named truthfully.

A root dries beside the Bible on a clean white cloth. Hands learn which plant soothes, which washes, which warns. Hoodoo grew through Black survival, adaptation, and guarded memory. An ancestor's instruction can travel where written records fail. At dusk, glass shines among the branches like held water. What was carried in secret still asks to be named truthfully.