• Journal

    I’m A Mother

    By Joy Lynn Clark 7/9/2024 (I wrote and sang this song to an acoustic instrumental of a very famous song while on a coffee break from hiking the Appalachian Trail) Not your daughter I’m a mother are you some other? Oh Missy That is not your name I’ll just dis you Cause I know her I can’t hear you you can’t hear me say your missy this just can’t be Must be Rachel I don’t think so you can hear her how do you know? make me sister but your none to me I’m a mother this just can’t be Not your daughter I’m a mother are you some other?…

  • Music

    Chorus of the Mal

    By Joy Lynn Clark 5/20/2020 Here is another one that was performed by Dazee Dizzle. I wrote the chorus on my reading packet for Latin American Studies Class. I took a photo of it.

  • Music

    Meds / Live With this

    By Joy Lynn Clark 5/14/2018 I wrote this song a number of years ago. I ended up producing it around 2016 or 2017. Have a listen. Special Acknowledgment to Dave Grohl, Mos Def and Boogie Down Productions

  • Journal

    The Pure Voice

    10/20/2017 As I read the poetry and short stories of Latin American Women writers, a voice inside my head said, “Just say you are Latin American”.  As I contemplated this it occurred to me that my parents don’t speak latin (or Spanish), and we speak English.  I was born in Illinois.  I have ancestors from many tribes.  I was born on what was formerly Sauk land.  So were my parents.  The Native Americans died.  My dad eats corn tamales. As I read these women’s stories I realized that I never thought white was any more synonymous with purity than black.  If I can not claim a sort of unity with…

  • Papers

    Broom at the Jazz Showcase

    9/22/2015 Joy Lynn Clark I was making my way down the slightly snow covered sidewalk when I started to think about the Jazz Showcase.  I had been here years ago looking for a job as a cocktail waitress on the day that Marsalis happened to be there.  I didn’t interview well.  I was too busy staring at all of the photographs on the wall and the stage.  I didn’t maintain eye contact.  Oh well, that was an awesome spot.  I am going to have to come and see a show one day.  As I made my way down the street toward the club I knew I was gonna need some…