I’m having a burst of new creative work while waiting for some stones to come in.
What if I was a gravestone carver picking up where Moses Worster left off in 1781? And what if women in the 18th century could be gravestone carvers and artists? And what if I was alive today?
The Epitaph is a few lines from a poem by Phillis Wheatley Peters. An important African American Poet from the 18th c. She was enslaved as a young girl and woman. Her life was and work were both beyond extraordinary. I wrote a song using this text last year. If you don’t already know about her you should read more here: https://www.blackpast.org/african-american-history/wheatley-phillis-1754-1784/
Maybe the ghost are vengeful.