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.

A Public Service Announcement From “American Gangster”

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  http://www.crackhouses.org Rodney used to wear the dirtiest yellow "puffy" coat I had ever seen.  His teeth were about the same complexion as the coat but he still smiled a lot.  And his pale skin was always kind of ruddy looking like it needed as good a scrubbing as his coat and teeth. Rodney was about a year or [...]

Monthly Meter

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Photo: Slig77 DeviantArt.com My log for the month of October: Writing/Residency/Fellowship Submissions: 3 Writing/Residency/Fellowship Acceptances: 2 Writing/Residency/Fellowship Rejections: 2 WTF moments:

Little Mouse = Big Problem

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Nope, not like that. Actually it sneaks under the doorjambs and gets comfortable in the couch cushions, your clothes.  Like frying chicken, or worse, frying fish.  No smoke necessarily; just a steady hissing you hear; a little crackling here and there, but pretty much an easy lover.  Goes everywhere with you, cock-blocking without saying a [...]

I Learned A Lot From Church

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  My big sister turns one year older tomorrow.  (Happy Birthday Debbie)! From October to February she gets to be two years older than me, and then it's back to practically being me and my twin's triplet.  People used to stop us on the streets so much when we were younger to ask us if we [...]

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Photo: Slig77 DeviantArt.com My log for the month of September: Writing/Residency/Fellowship Submissions: 1 Writing/Residency/Fellowship Acceptances: 0 Writing/Residency/Fellowship Rejections: 0 WTF moments: like the response to the Fugees' query: "How many mics do I rip on the daily?" "Many, many, me say many, many..."

Running Out Of Gas

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  I remember when I had faith.    But I cannot pinpoint as clearly in my memories when I lost it.    I don’t guess that’s necessary though.  Except that maybe there would be some crumbs to figure my way from here—back to faith or else wherever I’m s’posed to be.  Now don’t get me wrong: I [...]

Works in Progress

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   I usually don't post poetry to the web--not for free. But then the words "usually" and "poetry" have not come from my mouth in the same sentence for a few years now.  I have done very little new writing. Like the shallow breathing I have refused to commit to for the last few years, this silence is [...]