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Constructive Creativity (right…..)

Tonight is monumental. Momentous. Tonight is a BIG DEAL for me in terms of my artistry (which includes poetry, skit-constructing, dabbling in song writing…mainly at the prodding of an outside party, becoming more dedicated to this blog, and various collaboration … Continue reading

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42:1 (as in, the psalm)

I want to study you so deeply that when I gaze at my reflection, I only see your pupil. Let’s hold hands so fiercely, my lifeline detours to fit the contour of yours. And if I could, I mean, if … Continue reading

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15 Minutes of Fame

– a poem by Mr. R Preston Clark   Turned on the TV only to see a parade of black women that looked nothing like the ones I knew. They wore their starvation on their sleeves salivating at the thought … Continue reading

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Pinocchio

I’ve seen Pinocchio as a real boy, and he was carved from mahogany. Eskimo kisses breathed existence into this infant of a masterpiece, brand new to life that’s true but standing a little shy of 6 feet. He is not … Continue reading

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Poem in progress….*preview*

we’re apart tonight, and I miss you, but you probably don’t notice I’m not where you are. because I don’t make your night the way you make mine. the way clocks make time. because without clocks, 24 hours don’t exist. … Continue reading

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Valentine’s Day Massacre

This is a piece I got to spit for a Valentine’s Day/ Anti-Valentine’s day party. I’ve been really grateful for the chance to share my stuff more often recently, for actual events or impromptu cyphers. It’s so refreshing and definitely … Continue reading

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Not a Christmas post

Can’t really break what’s broken. Can you? Can’t really wake what’s woken. And when you open your eyes to the mess on the floor 2 things become windexed-glass clear: Linoleum tile could never cradle a falling heart like interlocked fingers, … Continue reading

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Save Us

Calloused hands are bruised from mending broken plans with pins and thread and needles and using pens to please the people because poets are intriguing… And performance poets beyond reach. See, but hurting people are just sad. So broken hearts … Continue reading

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