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in my mother's likeness

February 26, 2010

in my mother's likeness

the slack hip and urban cheek
the kitchen that slicks neck easily

not tree limb legs
twig like fingers
piano ear or cato skin

but eyes

seeking eyes identical shimmering
glass in both our skulls

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healing

February 26, 2010

March 23, 2007 - Friday 13:58

dj dj

February 26, 2010

July 9, 2006 - Sunday 18:11

i am a mix-master DJ or(re)discovery or writing is knowing
Current mood:

contemplative
Category: Art and Photography

i am a mix-master DJ or(re)discovery or writing is knowing

my hair is a knotty bath
black light strung over mountain tops
melon dew ropes the spirits cling to in the salty times

my lips are tuned to ancestral beings
muscle crescent and perched ready to sit
and sing and pop spearmint gum and recite poem
and sing awhile
like lingering honey

my nose is pen pal for lemony tea
cakes or the smear of my man across my top
lip my nose walks home tends to the roses
nestled around my mamas porch

my hips are galactic angles
float into good places ring me down
like southern sunlight

my feet are grandma feet flat
and well-shaped to soft-shoe the earth
there is no night walk getting away
from these feet

my skin hmmmmmmmmmm my
skin color is alice coletrane's harp
on gritty repeat a silent bronze glow
a serious shot of moonshine
a twinkle in the good place
the space girl-children run tipsy
skipping through jasmine
free birth born
bright

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thank you

February 26, 2010

thank you for plotted paths

ancestor-wings i wear

through tears and thunderstorm

large spirited footprints

i stand in illumined shells

talismans i revere in hollow light

                                                                                                          we are not clouds
nor fleshy bleeding pumping things
we are not bio-hazard dumps
nor gourds for polluted water
we are women      mothers daughters sisters wives
but more    we are women
                        ...

Shange and Performative Healing Poetics!

Hey people,

Here are the notes and activities that I shared with the audience during my talk on Shange and performative healing poetics.

Sharing in love and light,

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PERFORMATIVE HEALING IN NTOZAKE SHANGE'S
FOR COLORED GIRLS WHO CONSIDERED
SUICIDE WHEN THE RAINBOW IS ENUF

Working the Chakras
- Green: Love, acceptance allowance

Each character in For Colored Girls' personifies an energy field or chakra in the body. In traditional heali...

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quest...

February 26, 2010

the art of (quest)ioning / or vibing to alice coletranes harp everyday

where is the real? who is a "micro"community? when is a sista?

when is a performance? which is a trinity? where is a body?

where is the hurt? which is a critique? how is a vulva? how is the trust?

which is a soul? who is a response? where is the tear? where is the blood?

where is the power? when is a color? where is the desire? when is a voice?

so, family~~~~sometimes the answer is the (que...

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from the combahee! the black feminist aesthetic

February 26, 2010

April 23, 2007 - Monday 16:07

Coming from Combahee~~~ The Black Feminist Aesthetic

A Black Feminist Statement
From The Combahee River Collective

"We are a collective of black feminists who have been meeting together since 1974.1 During that time we have been involved in the process of defining and clarifying our politics, while at the same time doing political work within our own group and in coalition with other progressive organizations and movements. The most general statement of our politics ...

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see/hear

February 26, 2010

above: if these fingers could write the ancestors, what would they write?

See hear

grab the dirt

rotate the skull

spit light lighten the step step light

rest in the right then write

like this

1. fight

2. remember

3. resistresistresist

4. rest

5. rise and chop

6. splay and shed

7. bring leave burn

8. repeat

turn slow bring palm to cheek check pulse then repeat

resist repeat resist

where does the body begin

itch

swing

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teach!

February 26, 2010

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after/denko

February 26, 2010

After Denko/ a meditation on birthing words, light, wisdom

i am here because the rattle of the blues brings down the spirits because gravel in nina's throat loosens teh music in mine

because i don't know my mother's mother's mother's name but she has a song to sing through me

because when i speak i want audre to wink and alice to clap three times

because my body is not a toy or a toilet or a laboratory or an existential dilemma

the spirit quivers in the space where dreams are fertiliz...

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in the midst...

February 26, 2010

July 24, 2007 - Tuesday 2:08

in the midst~~~~

the grain of your voice rubbed against vinyl is prayer

is a ridge (like a ridge in your bottom lip) where i oil up and tan

cause blackness is just a beginning and the edge is where i jump to life

you say i am the offspring of an obsolete machine

so i guess me'shell i ain't got nothing to prove me standing here in all my black woman self all dripping with spirit and legacy and rips that healed and ripped and healed and warm hands ...

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