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God as a Wild Woman with Stars in Her Hair

god as a wild woman with stars in her hair they told me god was a wild woman with stars in her hair i have seen such women sun glowing in their eyes wind pouring from calloused finger tips still soft … Continue reading

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Gentrification: No Resting Place, Pt. 3

West Oakland: Gentrified “West Oakland is situated on the Bay side of Highway 980 and is easily accessible by public transportation including BART and buses. If you are an urban pioneer who is looking to buy somewhere before it really booms, look … Continue reading

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Seven of One, Five of the Other: Half way through August Wilson’s Century Cycle

Wilson is a bluesologist and we are blues people. Avotcja Jiltonilro explained to me once that the blues as we know it actually evolved from praise music not from the angst of the American experience as we have been taught. It is our song. Our ever overstanding of the beauty and majesty inherent in life and our heart’s determination to continue beating. Continue reading

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True North: Me and Wilson

When you are on a quest there are some things in your control and others that are left to fate. There are things you can bring to the journey but the more important things are those you take away. One … Continue reading

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New Page

mornin dawnin new day upon us sun rising sun shine brand new page get cha news i’m on it brand new day sun rising day dawin brand new day brand new page & if ya reading this ya on it … Continue reading

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99 Swang / That New Millenium Dime

99 sheep woke up/came in from the toxic fields/in search of a song/full of tic bites/wolves against no walls/on a come up/calling bluffs/tea parties full of donkeys&elephants 99 sheep/infiltrated/media affiliated/99 sheep awake/from a long slow dance/a tango w/existence insistent on voicing the relevant/trying … Continue reading

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A Song of August Wilson or The Lion’s Roar, Parts 1, 2 and 3.

There is no return from this baptism by Wilson. Nothing will ever be the same again. I have been caught by the piper. I follow the roar of the lion.
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A Song for Dirt & Water from “That New Millennium Dime”

this is a song for dirt & water star dust & tears a dark cosmic prayer for redeemption help us forget what we never needed to know someone beat the drum slowly/find the road we are ready to go must … Continue reading

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June 2011, & X @ 67

June 2011   Superman went home followed by Geronimo Pratt Tears and struggle from Harlem to Tanzania Souls set free from heavy bodies X’s wisdom brightens the midnight sky in Babylon as we remember Sun Ra in the laughter of … Continue reading

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Canon – (From the collection INK)

 in the bosom smelling like milk knowing this is as close to the honey as they gonna let you get it’s bitter to the taste inside the house walking on the bones somebody write this story tell what it cost … Continue reading

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