... the other Black experience
For those who create through the written word from poetry to fictional writings! Come and share your talent!
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Yinka & the ID radio show (London) - Richie Havens, Divinyls, DMX and Public Enemy
Yinka & the ID show = Samuel L Jackson meets Charlie Brooker
#richiehavens #chrissyamphlett #dmx #publicenemy
If you are a spoken word/poet/artists and would like to share your work at an open mic email email@example.com
any fiction that I manage to post goes here: demacrux.dreamwidth.org
Every time ISee you naked II offer my deathbed butYou won't take it.Strange: My flower bed cannot hold you.Strange: My flower bed cannot hold you. In my prime I I tried to burn away my Winter weeds but I I breed and then I decayStrange: My flower bed cannot hold you.Strange: My flower bed cannot hold you. Strange. Some ghostly deed Consumed my fangs And all my lilies turn to seedStrange: My flower bed cannot hold you.Strange: My flower bed cannot hold you.
This poem was inspired by my friend who has had two important people in her life who have passed away:
"Turn, Turn, Turn"
Death visits us all But for some it comes Sooner, lurking at corners For the moment to jump into The continuous turn Of the revolving door Pushed forward by its Invisible force, we are unable To push back, only to Look through the clear glassAt years now behind.
Death – A catalytic constant Whirling around In a swirling cup of time Tearing apart compounded Memories and the only Reaction is to find a way to Let go after being consumed With grief and altered into Another phase where life That once mattered is Physically gone.
Hi, my name is Joy Lee Habeehab. I'm a college student from New York and I plan to write some blogs on wordpress
This is a draft of a poem I am writing:
In my room
Stands two mirrors
On a brown
I see myself in one and
At times in the other
But never together
At a distance,
They look like eyes
Staring back with
In slanted angles
A room enclosing itself
In its pupils, an open
Window and the fading screen
Of my TV, sometimes I wonder
If they have secrets for me,
Like wanting me to step into
Them and see another world.
Im organizing a writing circle meet up series where writers come to gether and discuss different topics, writers and share their work. Our first few sessions will be abt writing as a healing process and writing as a self realization process.. if any one is in Boston or NYC and is interested in joining hit me up so I can keep you in the loop..
Hi everyone! I just want to tell you about my blog, Futuristically Ancient. I write about african diaporic cultures from an afrofuturistic and afrosurrealist perspectives. If you are interested, definitely take a look at it. Thanks!
this is a new blog i just launched with two other women. we're just three black girls who are writing down what we think on topics like race, politics, and culture. please check us out! www.indigocypress.wordpress.com
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