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The Horse Eater’s Children

i can only go back three generations ten generations is your pantheon of ancestors i am short six generations i can only go forward maybe one day I can go back across to the other side of the graveyard in … Continue reading

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Hunger

  The Babalowo said: if your grandfather is a hustler the son will be a businessman the grandson will be a beggar. I am the hunger refusing to beg on the road I build roads to other places my hands … Continue reading

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Radio Golf By August Wilson (pre-production notes)

The Lower Bottom Playaz, Inc (LBP), a small scrappy theater company in Oakland CA, are about to become a part of theater history.  They are in production for Radio Golf by August Wilson which will open on December 18, 2015 … Continue reading

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line of old ladies

when i line up with the old women healer ladies the sages hags grammies sorceresses witches great granny medicine women when i line up with the old women with stars falling from my hair my robe shall be shot with … Continue reading

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same song

they want to know why my song don’t change it is my song it go where I go been through what I been seen what I seen it by default know what I know it is my song how it … Continue reading

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unsaid

you can’t be unsaid those who would do you don’t sleep well they are waiting for the sound of you remembering they stay busy erecting walls between you and memory trying to erase the cause without addressing it they say … Continue reading

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arrival

here because this is where i find myself carrying bags packed by dead people brimming with faint possibles twisted among rude impossibles bag on my shoulder song in my heart i have come to draw me on impossible tall singing … Continue reading

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Zara’s Faith: Someone Must Stand up.

The police are at her door. They have come with the news no parent or caretaker wants to hear. Zara learns her grandsons who live with her have had an incident with the police. One is dead the other is … Continue reading

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The Ghosts of March 21. A Documentary Film by Sam Stroker: A Review

“An interrogation of race, power and justice in the contemporary United States, The Ghosts of March 21 focuses on the death of 26-year-old Lovelle Mixon and the factors that led him to kill four Oakland police officers before losing his life … Continue reading

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Happy Cul-du-Sac: A personal deconstruction of North American Holidays.

What do you celebrate? What does it mean?

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