Title: Inspirational Verse for Those Who Hunger and Thirst
By God’s grace, I regained my appetite for the wisdom I received from my grandmother and my mother who taught me about life and introduced me to Christianity while serving up savory dishes of fried corn, okra, green tomatoes, and collard greens smothered in Deep South Chow Chow Relish, along with bone-chewing fried chicken.—Artemis Craig
SUMMARY: Inspirational Verse for Those Who Hunger and Thirst takes us on Artemis Craig’s firewalk from spiritual bankruptcy to redemption via compelling, heartfelt poetry and prose. Through the power of Faith, Poetry, and Love, she finds the strength to cope with Hollywood “failure”; devastating family losses; homelessness; single parenthood; attempted suicide and breakdowns. Her poems honor and reflect “the strong women of God” who wanted her to be saved, and serve as a testament to her “Never Surrender” determination.
Her poems are like devotions. Artemis Craig takes us on a journey through her darkest moments, becoming very transparent about her suicide attempts, depression and hopelessness . . . and Hope. ̶ ̶ Ellen Sudderth, ESP Literary Podcast
Artemis Craig was born in rural Birmingham, Alabama to a steelworker father and educator mother. She graduated with a BFA in Film Writing Cinema/TV from USC. Artemis is the mother of one son, Roderic, who is her inspiration. She is a member of the Gifts of a Wordsmith group and performs at the Carver Theater’s “On Stage” showcase. She is finishing her second poetry book, Southern Fried Comfort Food: Recipes to Encourage the Soul, and her first novel, A Little Taste of Death, a sci-fi murder mystery. She divides her time between Birmingham, Alabama and Newport News, Virginia.
Without words I became invisible which was fine by me,
Found a home for my anger and bitterness in my invisibility.
Disappointment and hatred festered inside all the while,
But none knew because through it all I wore a smile.
One, one thousand, two, one thousand
Chest compressions like I’d been taught weren’t enough
Formed a seal over your mouth and into it blew a quick puff.
Stay with me! Stay with me! But you refused to wake.
Anger at God is all I can feel,
That along with the hope that somehow
This can’t possibly be real.
It seems like only yesterday, try as I might,
Your life was never mine to save.
But mine to cherish in moments of panic and doubt,
To keep as memories when I feel trapped and can’t get out.