My final exam for my Modern Dance class was to choreograph a multi-genre piece using some of the moves we'd studied. I created "Journeys" wherein I danced to Curtis Mayfield's "Think" and recorded a poem about figuring out what artsy revolutionary shit I could get into post-graduation. There was graduate school in creative writing (check) [...]
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Monthly Meter: April
fellowship/publication submissions: 0 fellowship/publication acceptances: 0 fellowship/publication rejections: 3 books: __________________ Secret Shame: My fingernails which have resisted Nailtique, multivitamins, and nightly hypnosis. I'm really considering biting them again so I'll have an excuse for their appearance. And my Napowrimo stats. Mantra of the Moment: ...but I can write a mean sentence you faster runner, better [...]
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For the Girl Who Died By Dancing – Kei Miller
I'm behind on my 30 in 30 poem challenge. I'm still writing. But also reading. Today, Malika Booker's Twitter introduced me to Kei Miller ironically as I was listening to Gyptian's Wine Slow. This here? Yes. For the girl who died by dancing ‘It is a warning to young people that dem mus stop du [...]
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Monthly Meter: April
fellowship/publication submissions: 0 fellowship/publication acceptances: 0 fellowship/publication rejections: 3 books: __________________ Secret Shame: My fingernails which have resisted Nailtique, multivitamins, and nightly hypnosis. I'm really considering biting them again so I'll have an excuse for their appearance. Mantra of the Moment: ...but I can write a mean sentence you faster runner, better dancer, mathematician with abs [...]
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Balancing Act: An Exercise of the Conscious Creative*
I've been writing about it all month...may as well finish out the month with it. Silence and silencing. The idea of silencing is nothing new. One of the first times I recognized it at play in my own work, I was a college student wannabe writer enrolled in an autobiography class in which we read [...]
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Because I cannot say it enough…
But Audre Lorde said it as well as I ever could want to, so I'll just select and borrow some of her words: "What is most important to me must be spoken...even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood... Your silence will not protect you... What are the words you do not yet [...]
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I *am* a miracle. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it).
I don’t think I’m particularly remarkable though. We are all the product of various circumstances that have felled lesser wo/men. Everyone is their own miracle.
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Scabs and Scars
"Before I heal it's gonna be a while. Love has got me sore. I don't want no more." Green Eyes - Erykah Badu What are you left with once the pain is gone; once the scab is a scar? The healing process is not over just because you see a scar. Because you have to [...]
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Monthly Meter for December
fellowship/publication submissions: 4 fellowship/publication acceptances: 0 fellowship/publication rejections: 2 books: I'm a writer--I don't read. Apparently. Secret Shame: See above. Mantra of the Moment: Don't wait for opportunity, make opportunity.
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Rock Me Mercy: A Poem Written in Mourning
Rock Me, Mercy: A Poem Written In Mourning by Yusef Komunyakaa The river stones are listening, Because we have something to say. The trees lean closer today. The singing in the electrical woods has gone down. It looks like rain, because it is too warm to snow. Guardian angels, wherever you’re hiding, We know you [...]
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