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Unwritten (From the collection INK)

unless you can write food on a plate words on paper have little to do with empty bellies bloated                                                    as if hunger were a being  growing in the vacuum drawing flies to eyes  puckering brows painting something that has … Continue reading

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INK

. it don’t signify

like blue black wrinkled old men

in stingy brims

teeth clenching 5 dollar cigars

breath smelling of gin and knowing

from a distance

whose eyes grin

as they eloquently explode

divine curses

like corks from aged wine

you gotta shake ya head

so it don’t hit ya Continue reading

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The New Millennium Dime: Them People, Installment 14

/They dont really care about us/ who /them people/ who /them people that did it/them people that didnt do nothing/them people who made it happen/let it happen/them/those people/not us people/other people/them people/who ruined it/wasted it/broke it/peed on it/them/those folks/not us/them/the … Continue reading

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That New Millennium Dime: The People, pt 3 installment#13

Part Three the people/we the people/my people asleep @ the wheel/ in the trunk of the car/ wolves driving the car/ /car full of sheep/ asleep/ my people/ sleeping on the bottom/bottom of  the boat/sleeping on the ocean floor/my people … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative # 19: Precious and the State of the Arts (pt. 2 of The Ground on which I stand.)

“If you do not know, I will tell you that black theatre in America is alive … it is vibrant … it is vital … it just isn’t funded. Black theatre doesn’t share in the economics that would allow it to support its artists and supply them with meaningful avenues to develop their talent and broadcast and disseminate ideas crucial to its growth. The economics are reserved as privilege to the overwhelming abundance of institutions that preserve, promote and perpetuate white culture.

That is not a complaint. That is an advertisement. Since the funding sources, both public and private, do not publicly carry avowed missions of exclusion and segregated support, this is obviously either a glaring case of oversight, or we the proponents of black theatre have not made our presence or needs known.” August Wilson Continue reading

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That New Millennium Dime: The Dime

That New Millennium Dime; a work that interrogates the dawn of a new century in America and the era of its first North American African president. Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 17

Rehearsal is like prayer. It is the highest form of artistic meditation. It is where the privilege of presenting is earned. Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt 15

I have been wounded by Wilson and something is growing in the cut. Art should bruise, inspire, provoke, affirm, pose questions and soothe. Gem has done all that and Wilson is offering me more. I accept. Continue reading

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Dairy of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am Pt. 12

We are who we say we are. Standing in the footlights paving a road others can follow. We are on the top of the mountain looking around at the terrain we have traveled. We are all need rest like air but for … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Part 10

The din of the Theater Godz is deafening; their roar stills the rest of the world.We are about to be born. The portal is opening. Zen time. Rubber meets road here, but the time to bemoan final fates is past. We … Continue reading

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