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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
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rusty bucket promises
Advertisements some days seem like the best I ever had is a rusty bucket half full of water with a hole in it on good days I remember to be grateful for the bucket be joy filled that when … Continue reading
The Long Distance Runner
Advertisements I never was a sprinter- perhaps I wanted to be bleached concrete & bright lights smelling of broken dreams called to me since age three. But higher powers had a plan for me- ancestors whispering walk with great faith … Continue reading
promise
Advertisements hands raw from work dedicated to writing their future carving a space for tomorrow to stand with rusted teaspoons in a land of bulldozers tenderly caressing the unborn future seeding it with possible in winters that refuse to end … Continue reading
wind walker
Advertisements the wind at your back wraps your coat around you pushes you forward or lays you low the wind is ever at your back it will not rest so you can not time running behind the wind spilling away … Continue reading
juba for the teaspoon
Advertisements there are things you know inside without being told the soul remembers it knows what we push down forget but you know the things that are not a question fever things burning inside they are the scent of flowers … Continue reading
Horse Eaters
Advertisements born singing outside the graveyard only a whisper a way from share cropping two generations up from cotton no way home no way forward of the wandering tribe of the newly freed owed nothing owning nothing determined to survive … 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
12. 26. 15
Advertisements red cloth tales & miracles abound I am on the bottom of the ocean walking the bones with Wilson we follow the 1024 a solemn pantheon grandparents great grand parents we walk where they walked how they walked great … Continue reading
afterthought
Advertisements first you hear that boom in the distance your eyes find the sky marvel at the rain of iridescence you quiver inside realize godz alive but you won’t live forever you start to weigh the sins the lies the … Continue reading
return
Advertisements i have come home following invisible music without land after losing my name my religion hanging on to culture like a tattered blanket mended many times to hold the stars i passed under walking on the bottom of the … Continue reading
