poetry
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Since I’ve been busy not paying attention to this blog, I have progressed beyond Writing the Bones, my previous segment on the writing of my 1st conceptual verse novel. The skeleton is solidly formed and now it’s time to put meat on the bones, so to speak. The next segment, in my progression, will be…
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Flora and FaunaI wanted to bless my eyes this morningwith flora and faunaso I came in from the coldof a dream full of unrelenting rainand opened my eyes to what is customarilymy second sighting of the day:My ideological fathershot down in the Audubon ballroomwhere the only bird observed in motionwas the misappropriated eagleuntil the phoenix…
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don’t ask me how i like it cause i like it like that like lauren velez sticky sweet like honey amped like espresso diaphanous like weed smoke rock solid like ashford and simpson phosphorous like venus everlasting like ever-ready comical like cedric digging dogs like dmx diggedy diggedy like das efx between the sheets like…
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I. that sensation again the magnetic pull of ocean sediment settling on forming my skeleton the ghosts of those thrown overboard collecting melanin deposits from the atlantic’s floor sending it to me in waves giving my skeleton the skin it lacks monetaria moneta yielding up its protective shells giving me eyes of cowrie, the whites…
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. . . the Second of October, about 9 of the clock in the morning, Mr. Mavericks Negro woman came to my chamber window, and in her own Countrey language and tune sang very loud and shrill, going out to her, she used a great deal of respect toward me, and willingly would have expressed…
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Writing a novel is harder than I ever conceived! I’ve written and published books of three books of poetry but those books are full of personal poetry arranged chronologically. They’re linear rather than a cohesive whole like a novel. When I first got the idea of writing a novel, I spent years typing down whatever…
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Indigo indicates topaz retreat and I am summoned to a repast of blue treats A birthstone blue kind of night a sapphire surprise sky Nonviolent violet amid surrendering slivers of yellow I would claw my way back from ten thousand deaths just to witness these blues © 2018 Photo and text by…
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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I be holding beauty when I glance upon them theoretically shaping the future into an afro centric sharpness that shook the white power structure into confronting black consciousness organized and mandated to dismiss that old time religion that said everything in its place especially the black…
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Freestyle #1, 2018 Stymied by the weather words coalesce and collect like dust, like soil. I am an archaeologist unearthing her hidden story. A grain of sand, a paragraph is all that history provides. To the victor belongs the spoils I guess…
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I Represent I represent the oppressed black womb penetrated too early in its development. No one takes the time to explain abortion before I am strapped in the clinic gurney to have the baby he planted scraped out. One day, I was watching Dora and the next day my teacher said I was a statistic.…
Tichaona Chinyelu 