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lifted measure two

Advertisements some will not come they won’t hear the drum the cannon roars the air is thin the time is always now marching believers know this they are lacing their boots uphill forward there is no other way never has … Continue reading

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dreams of flight/ 2

Advertisements yes Baraka its a little difficult some days damn near impossible but i remember to remember you asking is it a little difficult? knowing its been harder for so many know they came in and beat you bloody locked … Continue reading

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on freedom & suffering

Advertisements to own nothing is to be free or so its said suffering is caused by want they say small footprints with no sign of your passing they say i say sing loudly want things own your want your sorrow … Continue reading

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here & now 2

Advertisements sometimes in a face I see a story a play hiding in the way a man walks a song humming on a street corner sometimes the art is waiting in the ordinary waiting to be amplified what is more … Continue reading

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pendulum

Advertisements the universe has a moral arch there is an ever swinging pendulum some track its arch like cartographers historians who collect facts to connect points jean damu did that tracking the places the pendulum stopped stood still paused disappeared reappeared … Continue reading

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come dancing

Advertisements come dancing with me lets dress up lets step  out late lets shimmy grind shake stay out all night tell them to pour us a double shot of life bottoms up like we are alive cuz life is short & … Continue reading

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Brother Gone

Advertisements peace, just a line to say you are on my mind so far away from home all you love surrounded on four sides by danger clear present enduring stealing you from us forcing you to hide your fire under … Continue reading

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here

Advertisements i was here this morning right before the sun rose warm in the covers not awake dream thinking knowing without knowing moving like water or wind naturally  powerful unafraid soaring i was here this morning brave as a new … Continue reading

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Inequity, Violence, Grief and Trauma: The Battlefield at Home

Advertisements Ain’t nobody got time to cry in a war zone; where I live — “*even the birds sing bass”. –WordSlanger, (*Reginald Lockett) Anthony Lake, the head of UNICEF, observed during an Al Jazeera interview on the impact of war … Continue reading

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Flowers for the Trashman, Director’s Notes

“The average child can tell you more about his favorite artist than he can his own family. The everyday adult knows how to talk at children but spends little time talking to them as equal humans with viable information about themselves and their environment to offer. We are alone, traveling together on a blue ball spinning in space, more connected than ever before, and yet we are alone, isolated in our individual stories of self…” Continue reading

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