Poetry
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3 of my poems were selected for publication by The Moxie Bee! Head on over there, check them out, leave some feedback! TMC
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i. discordant never/ polyrhythmic like life we were/ in the beginning/ many feet make many sounds we took the tree and made it talk/ a jungle of sounds we produced everyone for miles around heard it gravitated towards it then strangers came chanting like gregor tolling the bell like igor creating a cacophony a frankenstein…
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The title and first few paragraphs will have you, dear readers, thinking I’ve lost my damn mind. But keep reading. This is one of the loveliest articles I’ve read in a long time. teleSUR English is an alternative representation for world news. we focus on the people, the common citizen, stories untold by traditonal…
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Before 16 bars imprisoned words, before rhymes were as predictable as a cop’s nightstick upside your head, my pen positioned itself in the continuum of black words. Shaka Zulu and Uhuru are the main threads of my weave so there’s no need for me to loom larger than sacred life. I’ll leave that to you…
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In the Introduction to this series, I wrote about how I was fascinated by the Great Dismal Swamp. I didn’t include that I also desired to write a verse novel but I was intimidated for a variety of reasons: my limited poetic knowledge of the forms and techniques writers I admire (Derek Walcott) used for their verse…
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It was heady the overheard talk as one beast of burden held another for George to ride to a Congress where Henry was going to wax poetic about liberty and death But I didn’t really need their talk to know about freedom. I just had to remember what life was like before on the Senegambia.…
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1. William Byrd married a 21-year-old widow whose dead husband was the son of a former governor of Virginia. She agreed that William’s first son would be named after him; a heritage the son wore so proudly he went on to become the future founder of Richmond. 2. William Byrd, the son, married Lucy, one…
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Source: Jamaica to Honor Reggae Icon Peter Tosh with a Museum
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What it was like, for me, from my perspective, didn’t survive; wasn’t deemed worthy of documentation. My vagina was turned into a conduit for colonialism. Colonialism went in and when it came out, I was pretty much erased. Any remnant of remembrance was converted to Christianity and I ended up dying so far from my…
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The poor Indians would have had less reason to complain that the English took away their land if they had received it by way of portion with their daughters. A sprightly lover is the most prevailing missionary. If a Moor may be washed white in three generations surely an Indian might have been blanched in…
Tichaona Chinyelu 