I want a patron. Not a sugar daddy like the grandpa in Fantastic Thrift who promised he would take care of my student loans after a sad rendition of Sugar Pie Honey Pie which he followed me around the store singing until I couldn’t ignore the—well I guess you could call it an—advance. And not [...]
Author: darlene anita scott
...yeah, the one you met the other day in the grocery store. She made you wanna say something to her. You did. And now you can’t remember her name. But that wasn’t really the important part of the meeting anyway.
I'm an excellent tryer and dedicated if not so-so runner. I’m probably too old to still play on the monkey bars. But I do. Maybe too young to groove to Sam Cooke. But I listen to him. I'm powered by plants, a pacemaker, and anything creative.
I like making collages, making up my mind and sticking to it, and making up recipes; almost anything by James Baldwin; almost anything with black beans in it; and probably more than is healthy for the average human: I like alone time and homemade popcorn—not necessarily together.
I daydream constantly. I write poetry and prose. Sometimes I teach it to people. Sometimes I read or recite it to people. And even less often I publish it.
I could be more tolerant of overpriced grapes, people who drive with parking lights on, and deafening car stereos.
I like to laugh but don’t do it as often as I should. Some people think I'm shy. Some think I'm a mute. I'm happy to be here and try to make the most of it.
Y’all Know That Boy Ain’t Right, or, the Stigma of Mental Illness
Leon walked the streets in a wide-eyed daze. He was very aware of others; I mean, he always spoke to passersby. He just seemed a little, well, out of it. I could never figure out if it was a job he was heading to or to his mother's home. His brothers and sisters had since [...]
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On Being Born With Two Ears and a (Fairly) Small Nose
Okay, so that title really has nothing to do with nothing. Other than my boredom. Which I guess is something. I have made several interesting discoveries that I am forced to admit to--including one about boredom, which is that it is really just a lack of motivation on my part--esepcially considering the whole art studio [...]
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Monthly Meter
Photo: Slig77 DeviantArt.com My log for the month of March: Writing/Residency/Fellowship Submissions: 0 Writing/Residency/Fellowship Acceptances: 1 Writing/Residency/Fellowship Rejections: 1 Secret Shame: I guess it wouldn't be a secret if I told you, so I'll keep it to myself...okay, okay if you really must know: it's reading old journals and finding out stuff about myself I wish [...]
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Have you seen her? Tell me, have you seen her?
She waits mostly for the right moment, her show to come on, or a moment better than this one all full of anticipation that's got her all anxious and almost unable to breathe the air filling her lungs so fast she's drowning; she is drowning and head bobbing on an exhausted promise that today will not last always anymore than [...]
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African Retentions or Just a Buncha Foolishness?
Irmandade da Boa Morte, August 2007 "Your silence will not protect you...and there are so many silences to be broken." Audre Lorde Black people are not fans of their own reflections. No, this is not a diatribe about the evils of the hair relaxer, hair weaves, diet pills, and other alleged reflections of self hate. [...]
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Dissing the Doctorate
From today’s Chronicle of Higher Education comes an article I wish people like my well meaning uncle (a doctor of the medical variety) could read. Before he tells me again that the phd he wants me to pursue (in addition to the one terminal degree I've already earned, will pay for itself). Shoot, the first one [...]
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If you don’t find love the first hundred times you go looking does that mean you should give up?
Image taken from: http://www.roundtripsolutions.com/blog So I try not to talk too much about this subject as I find it trite and subjective no matter how you approach it. Like the way I was seasoning this week's hummus this morning and thinking: sometimes it's less peppery and then sometimes it's got a little more kick from the lemon juice. [...]
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No but really I do care, well, kinda…
So I've developed a bad habit of ignoring the news lately. I mean, thank goodness for PBS' Independent Lens, without which I might be totally oblivious to the world around me. Last week, my mom asked me something about the governor of New York and I was like, umm, yeah, he resigned over some sex stuff, right? In [...]
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Today
This picture is from Itcho.com: News For Dogs and Cats... Maybe this is only funny to me. It could’ve been because it’s been a long day and I just needed an excuse to giggle hysterically. But here’s how it went down:The sun is all up in my eyes which I figure accounts for the braking [...]
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