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Joy is the Justice We Give Ourselves – J. Drew Lanham poet, ornithologist

On this last day of February*, after scrapping several attempts to craft a blog post based upon my own feelings of overwhelm during the relentless escalation of ICE these past months, I received the March newsletter from The Poetry Society of South Carolina** in my email.

Therein I learned of SC native son, J. Drew Lanham – poet, ornithologist and 2022 MacArthur Fellowship recipient who would be leading a workshop and reading sponsored by The Poetry Society of South Carolina in Greenville, SC*** on 3/14/26.

“…any bias is predatory. For us to understand that social justice and environmental justice are inextricably linked is critical. I want my work to inspire – I want it to inspire head, to inspire heart and I want it to inspire some action for a better future.”

J. Drew Lanham

When I began my own research of this new-to-me poet, my eyes quickly landed upon the title of his newest book of poems and prose, Joy is the Justice We Give Ourselves.

I did a double take on this title. Did you, too?

It hit me right where I am at in this moment. The joining of the times, emotional exhaustion, living out my values and convictions with empathy, doing what I can, using my (he)art to reach out/speak out, yet vacillating between is it enough? does it really count?

And here was an encouragement offered to me this very day: Joy is the Justice We Give Ourselves.

Hoping the book’s title was also in fact the title of a poem contained within its pages, I googled it and was hugely rewarded. Numerous on-line magazines, organizations, poetry reading meetings, and reviewers offer complete versions of the poem – in both written and audio format read by the poet J. Drew Lanham himself.

Excerpts from: Joy is the Justice We Give Ourselves by J. Drew Lanham

~
Joy is the truth,
crooked lies hammered straight,
whitewashed myths
wiped away.
Stone Mountain
- just stone.
Rushmore
- no more.
Give the eagles
their mountains back.
~
Joy is the good news,
without new dead names,
no chokeholds or murdering knees.
A night of sleep
in your very own bed
without shots in the dark
- no more not waking up,
full of lead.
~

Little did this poet know how well a stanza of this poem would segue into the ornithological depiction of resistance to the current state of our nation as discussed below. Thank you, sir.

Joy is the murmuration,
then the stillness.

South Carolina Rebel Bird

South Carolina rebel bird alliance logo

The Rebel Bird logos**** are based upon the Star Wars Rebel Alliance emblem. They incorporate local state identity & flag symbolism to signal collective strength, opposition, and resistance against the current administration’s sanctioned ICE enforcement violence. In addition, Rebel Birds are a symbol of hope, freedom, and resistance against tyranny.

The Carolina Wren is set against the Palmetto Moon ( SC state bird & flag), standing on a combined Carolina single territory image. I take this as a nod to our Carolina Cousins to the North, although it may have been a designer error! 🙂

SC & NC state shapes
The Carolinas top-bottom: North Carolina, South Carolina

*coincidentally the last day of Black History Month – which was ‘erased’ in 2025 (here & here) and resurrected in 2026 in the context of ‘250 years of American Independence’ celebration.

**an organization of which I recently discovered and joined in January.

***a 2 hour 45 minute drive from where I live – well worth the drive & effort.

****created in January 2026 by Minnesota-based designers as a symbol of resistance in response to ICE activity. 

Holiday Miscellany & Poem

  • Over the weekend, I learned of an amazing appearance of a pair of Snowy Owls in Chicago from my friend L.Marie. Their presence commands attention. The timing of their visit more serendipitous than coincidental. I cannot escape their gaze, their message.
A Pair of Snowy Owls in Chicago on the Lakefront - December 2025
©LBL


Arctic gift of nature
Slipped through the polar vortex.
Come to visit those who need
respite from
brutality and greed.
Snowy Owls in Chicago
Snowy Owls in Chicago – photo credit More info here
  • Also over the weekend, I potted a spider plant ‘baby’ in a cracked but beloved teapot perfect for just such a purpose. Our son Joe delivered Spidey plus a variety of other plant starts & cuttings from his home in Denver during his visit over Thanksgiving. He is a nurturing soul, and carefully packed them in his suitcase. Spidey is thriving in his new abode, placed atop a “Cookie Plate Crumb Catcher” on our kitchen table.
Spidey in teapot on Cookie Crumb Catcher Mat

The teapot makes me smile – a reminder of my first Christmas as a newlywed. Hubby spent hours with a carpenter friend in his shop designing and creating a 5-foot-tall wooden plant holder complete with several shelves to display said plants.  On the big day, hubby presented it to me with the teapot perched upon the top shelf crammed full of cut red roses. You may be wondering, what was my gift to him that first Christmas as a newlywed? A paisley necktie I made by hand for the first time ever to go with a new store bought dress shirt.

  • I noticed Deborah has reduced the paperback edition of her novel, When Things Go Missing from $9.99 to $3.99, specially priced for the holiday season. Yes, that’s a pitch for a gift idea.

Need a nudge? In addition to my rave review, the winner of my book give away Tierney recently finished reading it and mentioned she loved the book so much she will be posting a review on Amazon.

  • From deep within my childhood memories, through Concert Choir Christmas Performances in High School, I offer this rendition of Dona Nobis Pacem for this post’s Finale.

Grant us peace

Yes, I still stand with Ukraine.
note- the Latin pronunciation for ‘Pacem’ is ‘pah-chem’.

Fall of Freedom – 11/21-22, 2025

Let the Creative Resistance Begin

‘641’
Laura Bruno Lilly and Kevin McKinney (Doc Snow)

If unable to view video, go here.


Poem for '641'
spoken word by Laura Bruno Lilly
©2025

I am woman.
I have a uterus.
Feminism is in my DNA.
Family is my tribe.

I was once an at-risk pregnant person.
I received accessible, science-based, person-centered care during those vulnerable years.

Years of mourning 6 miscarried spontaneous abortions.
Years of nurturing 3 live births: 2 biologically female, 1 biologically male.
Each breastfed.
Each given loving affirming care throughout their lives.

I am now an elderly woman in leadership in a male dominated world.

Hear. Me. Roar.

Note: words in bold italics indicate words taken from the federally banned words & phrases list


Fall of Freedom Project Update

Monday evening, 11/17: I just pushed ‘submit’ on the Fall of Freedom Event Registration Form. This is a big deal. Not in the fact that Kevin and I are now committed to the deadline, but because even as creative participants, we don’t fit the mold – we are not an organization.

In fact, under the heading Organization Name I entered: No Organization, just two composer-musician educators in South Carolina collaborating on a Fall of Freedom Project – Laura Bruno Lilly and Kevin McKinney (Doc Snow).

So, you see, filling out the form required a very creative approach. And while not necessary, it does ‘prove’ our participation in this call to stand up for our right to free expression.

Yes, one of the things that attracted me to this event was the assertion that no effort is too small. Ours is indeed small. Just us two with a fantastic 6-minute video piece (almost finished*!) we plan to launch on my website and his You Tube channel on November 21.

And, according to the Event Registration email confirmation I received, ours is the first from South Carolina! Small but mighty, eh?

It’s great to be a part of this socially relevant event even if we still feel very isolated from the rest of those participating.

“We live in a time when dissent is punished, truth is twisted, and silence can seem safe. Under the banner of Fall of Freedom, we stand together in creative resistance, because when free expression is under threat, art becomes our voice, our shield, and our sanctuary. Artists are a threat to American fascism.”

from the fall of freedom website

*Our scheduled voice-over recording session set for between-lessons (Kevin) on Monday ran into technical difficulties. My home alone ZOOM H4n Plan B recording session the next morning yielded (unknown to me at the time) too much background noise to use. Technical issues resolved, we hustled to set up again for another between-lessons (Laura) recording session Tuesday early afternoon. Successful this time around. I like to think of this as our ‘surprise snafu scramble moment’ that all projects with a tight timeline & deadline experience.


Breaking News 😊: I just went to the Fall of Freedom Participants Page. I entered in the ‘search events or states’ line – each item individually – first the name of our project, then Kevin’s name, and lastly, my name. Guess what? Each item entered yielded the same result. That creative entry I mentioned above? It pops up along with the name of our ‘event’. Check it out!


ShoutOut: Fall of Freedom Event

Note: I’ve been managing a constant stream of migraine waves since mid-September resulting in controlled silence on my end of various communications – including blogging! As many of you know, doing what needs to be done (work, teaching, just laying low, etc) during those times is challenging and often impossible.

Today I seem to be in a migraine lull hence a blog post to communicate something that I wish to share with you, my readers.


On the cusp of my birthday, which coincided with a No Kings Day event 🙂 , I stumbled on something that ignited my activist/creative self and catapulted it into a sense of possibility.

It’s a sort of ‘No Kings Day’ only for the Arts.

Fall of Freedom is an urgent call to the arts community to unite in defiance of authoritarian forces sweeping the nation. Our Democracy is under attack. Threats to free expression are rising. Dissent is being criminalized. Institutions and media have been recast as mouthpieces of propaganda.

This Fall, we are activating a nationwide wave of creative resistance. Beginning November 21–22, 2025, galleries, museums, libraries, comedy clubs, theaters, and concert halls across the country will host exhibitions, performances, and public events that channel the urgency of this moment. Fall of Freedom is an open invitation to artists, creators, and communities to take part—and to celebrate the experiences, cultures, and identities that shape the fabric of our nation.

Art matters. Artists are a threat to American fascism.

from the Fall of freedom website

As I delved deeper into this, I realized: this is a good fit for me. This is something I can do. This is something I want to do. Alone? Perhaps. And if necessary, yes, I’ll do my part as a soloist somehow, somewhere and in my own way. Even if it means just busking my “641” (see below) piece in a random outdoor space or playing it to some of my private students during their lesson. 😉

I’ll figure something out.

Fall of Freedom Participation

Meanwhile, I immediately came up with an idea for a project specific to the theme of Artistic Freedom/Activism. Simply put it’s a spoken word/music piece. I’ll take words from the 641 (word count) federally banned words and phrases list – current as of 10.1.25 – and create sentences, poems, catchy quips, use singular words, etc. which I will speak & intersperse amongst varying lengths of original music snippets.

I’ve begun choosing words and selecting/composing various musical snippets to play around with…it’s since morphed as project ideas do, but that’s my starting point.

This past Monday evening, I attended a ZOOM Fall of Freedom orientation meeting and I am encouraged. It feels good knowing I can speak up for Freedom of Expression/Speech/Etc. in this manner and in an organized event where it could perhaps make an impact.

Additionally, I reached out to a music teacher colleague of mine who is of like mind and excited to collaborate with me on this activist/creative venture in support of Freedom of Expression.

I’m not sure if I can find any local places (I live in a small, underserved* city in the South) that would be open to allowing this event, but I do have a modest list of places I’ll approach in the next few days. My collaborator buddy no doubt has a few of his own to check out where he lives. We may stumble on a group who is actually actively organizing an event and needs participants!

In any case:

I’ll – we’ll – figure something out.

Care to join us?

I’ll keep you posted as this venture evolves & unfolds!


*FYI: just one of the “641” among others used naturally within this blog post


Making Angels Cry – Poem


Making Angels Cry

Laura Bruno Lilly ©2024

Crying Angel by Cheyenne McCoy

Making Angels Cry
Laura Bruno Lilly ©2024

The world
It goes hither and yon.
Yet 21st century aromas linger
Strangely unsettling these past years.
Strongly scented with testosterone

– aggression –
A generation that knows no other way.
In the name of progress, our input has become narrow.
Fully incomplete, unfeeling, unreal.
How to thrive in such an unfertile soil
Laden with toxic nutrients?
Yet 21st century aromas linger
Strangely offering hope for a better future.
Strongly scented with testosterone, estrogen

– partners –
Shaping a more sustainable relational environment.
Angels cry
Angels hope
Angels have no say.
It’s up to us.

The Meaning We Make with Our Hands (Poem)

In reading about the stories we as creatives tell through our (he)art, I came across this phrase from a Quiltfolk blog article.

It resonated. I ruminated. I wrote a poem.



Weekend Notes 1/13-14/2024

While many are experiencing extreme weather across the country, our little corner of the world offered up a few perfect days.

My favorite type of day, in fact. Stiff breezes delivering crisp air and enhanced sharpness to the slanty-rays of daytime sunshine…

Laura Bruno Lilly on back porch
I’m a happy camper!

While many have detailed their goals in a manner worthy of the New Year, I have been floundering in my own Sea of Lists.

Until…

A poem found me.
Its truth offered a starting point.
Its truth offered freedom to just begin.

New Year Poem (excerpts)
May Sarton

Let us step outside for a moment
As the sun breaks through clouds
And shines on wet newfallen snow,
And breathe the new air.
So much has died that had to die this year.

We are dying away from things.
It is a necessity – we have to do it
Or we shall be buried under the magazines,
The too many clothes, the too much food.
We have dragged it all around
Like dung beetles…

…Let us step outside for a moment
Among oceans, clouds, a white field,
Islands floating in the distance.
They have always been there.
But we have not been there…

…Let us step outside for a moment.
It is all there
Only we have been slow to arrive
At a way of seeing it.
Unless the gentle inherit the earth
There will be no earth.



In between getting ready for this coming week of teaching, prepping for a trip back to the Mayo for my hubby’s 6 week post-surgical re-check*, working on a baby quilt for one of my younger cousin’s new arrival, figuring out various details of unexpected commitments – and normal outloud living – I leaned into the ‘perfect day’ call to bake.

Remember to occasionally indulge all your senses with the simple act of baking.

  • Cream the butter and sugar to its smoothest consistency
  • Inhale the aromas wafting throughout the home
  • Embrace the warmth of the oven as it fills the kitchen
  • Take note of the visual art of the newly baked good before consumption
  • Relish the act of savoring each bite

*he had a long overdue total knee replacement done at the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, FL just 5-6 hours from where we live. It was hugely successful!

Blooms of another sort (Poem)

Blooms of another sort

©2022 Laura Bruno Lilly

I bite into my Sourdough Breakfast toast
                                                                         topped with butter steeped in honey

and sprinkled with sharp
                                              Vietnamese cinnamon.

Its crunchy loudness crashes through the early morning Silence.

Its earthy sweetness
                                     blooms hope
                                                              for the coming day.

Note: for my sourdough recipes, click here; for differences between Vietnamese cinnamon and other types click here.

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