creative writing
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The Perfect Piece
Repost for World Poetry Day. To the lyrically talented the brave who do not stop at sing-song and music but poems whose words themselves are like melody like the rhythm of rocking chairs like serenity like soldiers stomping truth into the torso of the earth like Assata’s like revolution like Maya Angelou’s and Ntozake’s… Continue reading
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Don’t Box Me In
I come from a place where twitching mouths and search for the white stuff on the floor is protocol. A place where the White Gods ruled, food stamps sacrificed to glass pipes and crack is the answer to every question and yet, I don’t plan to leave any of them behind. Not the government cheese,… Continue reading
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Therapy
No one can tell me that writing is not therapy. Continue reading
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The Heart of Dreams
Pay attention to your dreams, for they say the subconscious never sleeps. That eyelids bow the soul’s curtsy, a closed curtain for the eyeballs that awaken when the body shuts down. Bodies that die so that the mind may live. Your eyes move freely in the darkness. The random eye movement of fluttering skin in… Continue reading
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Choose Your Words
Don’t act like these little black letters have no home outside the blank page. Like murder can’t come falling from your mouth. Like lawlessness can’t come ripping through towns like torn flesh from heavy winds. Choose your words as if the next phrase has the potential to destroy. Examine the shape of them as they… Continue reading
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Eyes to See
They say the eye is the window to the soul. A camera if you will, into the heart of man. The defining moment of his realness, or the fabrication of his persona. What does a photographic heart look like? Can I stare into your eyes and take with me an image of your intention? I… Continue reading
