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Dyamonde Daniel Dives Into Poetry & Homelessness

Rich: A Dyamonde Daniel Book by Nikki GrimesThe Dyamonde Daniel series by Nikki Grimes features an in-charge and lively girl name Dyamonde (pronounced “Diamond”) who is confident in who she is. They’re really short chapter books that can be read in one sitting.

The opening book, Make Way for Dyamonde Daniel, was about moving to a new place and making friends. It was simple and good.

The second book, Rich, was surprisingly sweet. A poetry contest is announced at school, and while Dyamonde isn’t interested (math is her subject), her friend Free thinks he can rhyme with the best of them. Dyamonde makes a new friend who is also interested in poetry, Damaris Dancer.

Damaris lives in a shelter after her mom lost her second job and couldn’t pay the rent. She embarrassed and trusts Dyamonde to keep her secret.

For some reason I keep coming across fiction stories about homelessness (like 8th Grade Super Zero) and I’ve been impressed at the way it’s presented with dignity and grace. It’s too easy to rely on stock characters, easy answers or some kind of savior complex.

But Dyamonde is a true friend to Damaris and it offers a powerful example.

Plus there’s some good poetry and a nod to poet Eloise Greenfield and her book Honey, I Love. I know nothing about the poet or the book, but it’s always fun when books point you to more books.

The Dreamer: Dangerous Writing & Authoritarian Fathers

The Dreamer by Pam Munoz RyanThe Dreamer, written by Pam Muñoz Ryan and beautifully illustrated by Peter Sis, is the  story of the childhood of poet Pablo Neruda. He was an absent-minded dreamer struggling with an authoritarian father.

It’s full of wonder, but it really feels like a mere introduction. I wanted more. And I should confess I’m not into poetry. I preferred the details on Neruda’s life than the excerpts of his poetry.

The end of the author’s note includes a powerful detail about General Pinochet’s soldiers ransacking Neruda’s home just months before his death. Neruda simply told the soldiers:

“Look around—there’s only one thing of danger for you here: poetry.”

There’s an entire story to the power of words in Neruda’s life, but this book barely touches on it. But I love Pam Muñoz Ryan’s comment about writing at the Festival of Faith and Writing:

“I read because it’s safe. I write because it’s dangerous.”

The Authoritarian & the Dreamer
Shifting gears, what most struck me about this story was the scatterbrained boy and the frustrated father. I saw myself in that father, pushing his son to stop dawdling, to hurry up, to focus.

Hopefully I’m nowhere near as authoritarian and rigid as Neruda’s father, forcing his son into the ocean until he learned how to swim and burning his writings.

But the frustration, the lack of patience, the quick dismissal—they feel too familiar.

Breakfast Time Twitter Poem

Wow. That’s about all I can say. At least one person found poetry instead of weirdness in my daily digest of Twitter posts (which I’ve already deleted). And he turned it into a poem about breakfast and Billy Graham, among other things.

You can read the poem here or after the jump (poetry like that is too potent to not give you a little warning).

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