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The Parable of Teaspoons & Bulldozers

“With my teaspoon and determination I have found my way to the path my great grandparents cleared for me. I proudly embrace my lineage and overstand the instructions that came with my teaspoon. I have decided to be a hero. I will widen the path. I will leave signs. I will till the dirt my family tree grows in with my teaspoon. ” Continue reading

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The Importance of August Wilson to American Theater

August Wilson is a playwright. In my opinion he is the most important American playwright of the 20th century.  His work the Century Cycle is the most expansive chronicle of American life in  the history of American theater. His tale of America … Continue reading

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So THIS is transformation–

I know my role. I am an interlocutor .

I am a craftsperson, an artisan. I create. My tools are word and story. I am an interrogator I listen. I speak. I question. I hold our place in conversation. It is my gift, my task, my purpose in this awareness. Continue reading

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Blessing are Due: A Thanksgiving Reflection

I have learned to appreciate the ease of that time with my mother. She taught me to cook

without ever writing down a recipe. I still measure my prowess in the kitchen by my mother’s.

We talked about things we never talked about at any other time. 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: I create therefore I am. Pt. 18

I create. That’s my religion. I am the builder in my parable of the builder. I have learned to make what I need. I have learned to build for the sake of building. I have discovered that I am increased even when the gardens are for others. I understand the moral in the parable of "The Parables of the Talents". Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 14

If you don’t decide where you stand you won’t know why you fell down. I deal in mental groceries. I want to feed my congregation. I don’t do fluff and I ain’t trying to cross over. If you want to … Continue reading

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