spoken word
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If You Forget Me | Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that… Continue reading
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Strive
“Some of us are just too close to the ground to see what the sky looks like. STRIVE.” – EC Continue reading
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A Poet’s Pen
“Just because you put a poet’s pen in your mouth doesn’t mean you know how to spit ink.” – X Blu Rayne Continue reading
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I’m Sorry
death it’s sting produces a humility powerful enough to find itself a home even inside the heart of the one who holds the cup of “I’m sorry’s” hoping their voice is sad enough to produce the kind of sympathy that peels back the brick that found itself a place inside the gut of the bereaved… Continue reading
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Signed__________
Formless and empty am I soft to a fathers touch cool liquid moving throughout my being wrapped tightly around, feet tucked underneath me stretching for miles around. formless and empty am I, formless and empty was I, before you perverted my ground, before feet touched down inside my heart, before outstretched arms tore my world… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – The Earth is a Living Thing
is a black shambling bear ruffling its wild back and tossing mountains into the sea is a black hawk circling the burying ground circling the bones picked clean and discarded is a fish black blind in the belly of water is a diamond blind in the black belly of coal is a black… Continue reading
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His Birth Pains
There’s a woman laying in the hospital and armed with the next generation in her womb, and she’s about to give birth real soon she breathes in another breath as her body jerks, to the sound of the television… it is the news. reporting another mass murder of black men he moves inside of her… Continue reading
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