by Day Sibley
for Sister Rosetta Tharpe
You can hear the heavy drawl of the south escape her laughter her fingers dancing on her strum in front of a merry platoon of wiggling hips hand claps. Sweat dripping from laughing faces people not slavin’ at their nine to fives. Somewhere God is in the crowd unseen dancing along being present and this is what it means to connect.
Day Sibley is a writer and multidisciplinary artist from southern Nevada. She previously served as an extern for the Red Rock Review-Journal at CSN, and was the secretary for the Blue Sage Writers at NSC. She is the founding editor of Dream Noir magazine, and her work is published in Marias at Sampaguitas, Royal Rose Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, The Drabble, Sandstone & Silver, and more.