Creating new wholes…

As much as this has been a summer of blogging, it has also been a summer of “arting,” art making. I realize that though I gift my art a lot, outside of intimate spaces, I don’t share it as much as I do my writing.  To this end, I’m sharing a series in progress. I’ve been working on these new collages and though they aren’t finished, I really like the direction they’re going in. I love collaging because I like creating new wholes. Using my hands to deconstruct, reimagine or disrupt, one thing, to then create something new. This process—this […]

interrupted discourse…

I wrote the poem below in response to a video of a sista dancing, in a handstand, to James Vincent Mcmorrow’s, “Glacier”. [The video was posted on Africlandpost’s Facebook page @Africbook.] I found myself revisiting the piece that started as a single haiku and grew over thirty-minutes to additional haiku-stanzas. Earlier this week, I wrote a blurb about Black womyn’s bodies & spirits being on the frong line of “movement(s) for liberation.” I said: “All them sistas on the front line. Sistas! on. the. front. line. Sacrificing body. Rendering body. The cops punch, pull, drag Black womyn’s bodies who protest […]

Life informs death…

That moment when you write something so clear and eloquent, but edgy, that you wanna slap somebody, cos it is so damn good that you impress yourself, but aint nobody around so you go to the full-length mirror to kiss yourself and have a five-minute : six-second dance party to your sorhor’s, Kelly Price, song “It’s My Time,” and you smile at the application of both the honed and learned skills of being a graduate of a MFAW program (masters of fine arts in writing), and you KNOW that you are utilizing ALL of your graduate education pursuits of art […]

White-boy soul with some country…

Once a week, take yourself on a date to “fill the well” of creativity. August 2005 I was on an “artist date”—check out Julia Cameron’s book “The Artist’s Way,” if you aren’t familiar with artist dates. I’d been out and about for a while…had dinner and I just happen to look in the Reader. I saw that some dude named Marc Broussard was going to be at HOB that night. I didn’t know who he was, nor did I know anything about his music. I liked the Reader description: something like soulful mixed with country. I gets down with country […]

“I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my ish…” Baduizm

(Unedited and nonlinear) About last night. V103 Summer Block Party headlining E. Badu and guests: Jazmine Sullivan, SWV, Tank and Guordan Banks. On the lake! The breeze at Northerly Island, Erykah Badu’s words/presence and my peace of mind were freed with the morphing of “Cleva,” into Roger Troutman and Zapp Band’s, “It’s Going to be Alright”—with the spirit of Kendrick Lamar’s “Alright.” The fluidity of the collective alrightness to the personal, “alright with me.” The ebb of “Didn’t Cha Know’s,” there will be a brighter day into the timelessness of “Believe” from the Wiz. She builds upon traditions and musical […]

Remembered witnesses of our existence…

(Unedited) Saturday was the last full day of the 47th Annual American Art Therapy Association Conference. For me, the day was about healing and intersectionality. The morning began with me choosing to rock Beyonce’s, Formation Tour tshirt that I affectionately bought from the “informal economist” the night of the Chicago-leg of the tour aka, the tee I bought from the brotha on tha corna selling memorabilia. When I arrived at Grand Salon VI, where one of the blackity-black, Blackest things of the entire conference was going to go down, I made sure to sit up close, real close, in the […]