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Dirt – From That New Millennium Dime

the people /slowly returning/to the land/ slowly/ slow food /looking for sustenance in the sustainable green ways/leaning on unknowing/relearning/undoing re/remembering what we never should have forgotten/ from dust to dust/how we forget that/2/3’s water/how we forget that/god alchemy/mimic nature/ gods … Continue reading

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The Lower Bottom Playaz; Full Metal

Bullets are usually made of lead. If you cover a lead bullet with copper you get a Full Metal Jacket; an armor piercing projectile. It is our intention to wound you with art. You will leave feeling something. You  will be moved . … Continue reading

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Sans Ports– (General Poetics 2011)

learning to write after newports— one word at a time like the coffin I was building one smoke at a time u can’t have my rhymes quit to flow on learning after smoking is a long slow curve like the … 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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Diary of a mad creative: I create therefore I am pt.16

I know how to make lemonade. Only I stop me. If you stand in the path you may get left on the side of the road or perhaps ran over. I drive to the hoop by nature. I look for the blessings, value my haters, and move in one direction, forward. Continue reading

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The Great American Divide

Divide: to cleave asunder.

We are united most by our acceptance of division. Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 13

If it’s good make it better. There is no perfect; it’s just a direction we can walk in. Excellence. It’s an interesting word that begs the question according to whom to which I answer: Excelling to the degree that what is offered … 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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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt.6

Its dark in the portal, as dark as the inside of the womb. We are being birthed. Its quite here except for the sound of rhythm pitched just above the hum of white noise. We are traveling faster than light; its impossible to calculate our … Continue reading

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