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no thirst

Advertisements https://goddessinspired.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/olokun-at-bottom-of-sea.jpg under the water looking up from the house of Olukun I will never eat from an empty plate I hold the rope the path is cleared I am in the water the water is my mother holding me … 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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Eight of Ten: Jitney, a Director’s Note

Advertisements I am mid way through the production of Jitney. Only 3 shows left. It’s the second show of the cycle we have done at the Flight Deck in newly dubbed “Uptown”, (used to be plain old downtown), Oakland.  This … Continue reading

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August Wilson and Ferguson

Advertisements Wilson noted: “I think my plays offer (white Americans) a different way to look at black Americans,” he told The Paris Review. “For instance, in ‘Fences’ they see a garbageman, a person they don’t really look at, although they … Continue reading

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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

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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

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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

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razor

Advertisements razor blue steel glow like the moon in the dark of night i call it cotton cuz it comes out when the rubber leave the road then cotton runs the show the moment they act like they dont see … Continue reading

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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

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idenity

Advertisements tempered, forged, amalgamated solid containing an internal logic no predicable ambient point not likely to melt in benign circumstance likely to reassemble in its original pattern coalesced from remnants stubborn essential parts determining a whole complete with its own … Continue reading

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