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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: I’m Just Saying!
lynching tree memoy
Advertisements there are things I can never do i do not take certain things for granted no rose garden only grey tinted glasses blessed with memory too many people afraid to remember least the scars come open pus all over … Continue reading
Cotton and the Lynching Tree Gang
Advertisements there was a gang of them holding us down we were no match for such fierce cruelty we fought back best we could but they had friends in high places with last words to say we had … Continue reading
The American Century Cycle
Advertisements I am often asked why August Wilson? Why did I decide to direct the American Century Cycle? I am producing the America’s greatest playwright’s seminal work in its entirety. I will be the first director to do so in … Continue reading
Posted in August Wilson, Black Arts, Life., non fiction essay, North American African Perspective, work in progress
Tagged #black theater, art as medicine, august wilson, ayodele wordslanger nzinga, BAM, complex trauma, Fences, gem of the ocean, gentrification, joe turner has come and gone, Ma Rainey, North American African Perspective, Seven Guitars, The Century Cycle, the ground on which I stand, the lower bottom playaz, theater, warrior art, West Oakland, work in progress
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Visible
Advertisements its not the hoodies or the skittles BART rides not the wallet he pulled out or the comb the cell phone not the toy gun or the raised empty hands perhaps its the kiss of melanin the brown black … Continue reading
Phenomenology
Advertisements it is not your imagination its reality invisible unspoken really real for black & brown bodies housed in bruised lives it is an immutable truth bearing down ruthlessly on a harsh reality measured by any standard its not an … Continue reading
The Death of Innocence
Advertisements the innocence that wrote love poems and captured beauty like life could be kept fire-flied in a bottle fled slowly/ leaving pragmatism on the dresser in a shade of clouded jade there is little to say of love or … Continue reading
Posted in Black Arts, North American African Perspective, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blk arts, narrative poetry, warrior art, wordslanger
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Where are my weapons
Advertisements sitting in the middle of disarranged diminishing potential having passed torches hard to see so it seems light is fading life burns as fast as clips empty in drive bys I wait on the future to deliver what I … Continue reading
The Storm
Advertisements In the storm no eyes blind head back mouth open to the rain wash the sorrow & rage into my soul no one hears my cries nobody is coming for to rescue me no eyes in this storm brewing … Continue reading
Cotton
Advertisements I inherited a legacy cotton is my inheritance cotton chain gangs& songs about chariots chariots chain gangs & cotton joe turner came and never left he over yo shoulder cotton on his breath my memory of cotton is older … Continue reading
Baggage
Advertisements there are things i know things that came with me things older than me older than my mother and her mother things from the wind things from the ocean things sung by the dirt i remember the roll on … Continue reading
