Some prophets are poets. Some poets sing in parables. Edgar Gabriel Silex strums a guitar filled with lonely songs. Recently he told us stories of becoming a poet, the homeless years spent in Dallas, Texas, and finding his sisters in Virginia. And studying poetry with Komunyakaa.
“Yusef gave me a card,” Edgar said, flashing it. “A beauty card.”
“You may use this card once in your life, Yusef told me. I told him I did not want the beauty card. I had no need or desire for it. I wanted to marry sadness.”
“Marry both, Yusef said. Marry grief and beauty. Keep your beauty, I said to him.”
“Once in your life, Yusef repeated, as if in prayer. Why can’t it be truth? I asked him. I could share grief and truth. I know you’re holding several truth cards, why not keep the beauty and give me truth?”
“OK, he said. Give me back the beauty. I’ll trade you. And so I traded beauty that I didn’t need for truth that I longed to have. When I got home I looked at the card. The word Beauty was written on it. So this is my truth, I thought."
--Editor Barrett Warner