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Queen Dee on a final dream of flight Denise Wooten on crazy((NPM2017 # 8) August Wilson and Fe… on The American Century Cycle platonegro on shoestrings chelleechauxnuff – United States – I do Inter-disciplinary Performing Arts such as Theater, mixed media works, found object collage, palm shard mask making and photo journalism, all while vocalizing all genres of music.I also grow plants and rag-up denim clothing into new designs. I love the oceans, Black cats , Black dogs and good food! chelleechauxnuff on shoestrings
Category Archives: Black Arts
brick house steps
Advertisements there is blood on the steps of the brick house chalk outline washed away the blood is here to stay there is a cloud hanging over it won’t go away she’s quiet they call it solid in truth what … Continue reading
queen of the brick house
Advertisements (For Fran) queens don’t always have crowns some scrub floors and wash dishes some walk to work in the rain some have hands that show the ways of their days hard work and waiting for the seeds planted to … Continue reading
underwater
Advertisements the water is rising in the brick house having led many horses to water and watching them die of thirst in the brick house we have learned to outlast the rain we tread water we can’t dance upon baptize … Continue reading
Bobby Hutton Park
Advertisements http://www.oaklandrising.org/sites/default/files/images/images.jpeg The Defermerys are alive, says the beige council woman. They may be living but Bobby Hutton is dead and we have renamed the park to keep him alive surely you understand life and death eternally binary we are … Continue reading
the way we walk
Advertisements the story is being written madness majick and infamy spilling off the page too heavy to carry we tip over under the weight that rides dead center inside keeping us off balance stumbling up hill sometimes you got to … Continue reading
skywriter
Advertisements sometimes you look at your feet you think where you done walked you remember the holes you fell in the times you were underwater before you learned to swim you forget you are walking that the dirt remembers you … Continue reading
she who holds up the sky
Advertisements holding up the sky is dangerous business but someone has to how will the sun set where will the moon rise if the sky falls she who holds the sky above her arms extended neck craned to make … Continue reading
Child of the Horse Eaters
Advertisements I am a horse eater I am dungeon seed my pantheon divided 6/10’s on the other side of the water 4 generations walk after crossing the graveyard in the ocean exiting doors of no return I have not … Continue reading
The Sad and Sorry Tale of Caesar Wilkes. (Radio Golf: Production notes #1)
Advertisements To understand the end one must have an appreciation for the beginning. So as I begin production of Radio Golf by August Wilson I am compelled to look back over the American Century Cycle to the beginning. I met … Continue reading
the house hustle made
Advertisements this is the house hustle made born blessings due 101 in the shade rough rider striding through life behind the veil imperial no fade the light in the house hustle made instructed by the bones bottom of the ocean … Continue reading
