African American Silent Generation
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A brief take on African American novelists born between born between 1928
and 1945.
Written by Howard Rambsy II
Voiceover by Kassandra Timm
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cul de sac
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lights flick on
first the nurse
a dialysis veteran
she greets her firefighter husband
coming off a long...and busy shift
one quick kitchen kiss
then away
mo...
Goldilocks, and Beyond
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The thing about 2023 (yes, I'm going straight to talking about a year ago)
is I had to work through a hodgepodge of things already set in motion while
test...
Dating For Dummies – How To Gain Power Over Men
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Jason Tandon
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Born in Hartford, CT in 1975, Jason Tandon is the author of four books of
poetry, including *The Actual World*, *Quality of Life*, and *Give Over the
Hec...
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This is the Country We Live In
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On Valentine’s Day, more than a dozen children attending a perfectly normal
day at a perfectly normal high school in a perfectly normal town in Florida
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hold me to this
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becoming softer after every compromise
brittled and self-destructive, we were charring
into sharper malicious states of being
compressing ourselves into mo...
Life happens...
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My baby boy is 12...
My baby girl almost 1...
Life happened so i did not post anything in forever.
Well Same moonlight for our Dreams is coming back.
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THE JEM MOVIE'S SHANA AND COLORISM
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from a decidedly brown-skinned black girl with a big bouncy purple fro to a
beige biracial "safely black" girl with straight hair
This strikes close to hom...
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Hey there, fighter
it will get brighter.
Take a breath, a little deeper
and bring your faith a little higher.
Remember, you are a leader
not a follower..
M...
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Inhale the yawning frost
let it gather and collect
beside your sleepy heart
drowsy from neglect.
Rest your ghostly frame,
hush her muddled drawl.
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This was racy and fascinating... It really a facade indeed! They make you imagine the best, and then they just evaporate...leaving behind a parched soul!
Oh... this is a beautiful poem, Dasun... I enjoyed the directness of it!!!
Glad to visit you today again We treasure your input at our group poetry efforts and would be thrilled to see you again this coming Monday. Any poem is acceptable, simply share and enjoy... Keep writing, Keep inspiring! xoxox
I really like the rhythm on this one... I feel like I could almost hear you reading it out loud, slam-like. Really lovely imagery.
ReplyDeleteWell done! I've been enjoying reading your poems.
ReplyDeletetrue, dreams could fade in front of our eyes.
ReplyDeletesuper lovely piece.
the image on top is very powerful..
Here is one of my entries, an award is attached, thanks for the support.
http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/11/08/my-sister-lives-too-far-away/
I love this piece... yet still fairy tales live on, though they can fade with time to a slightly less colorful version.
ReplyDeletehmmm- short and neat- well phrased..
ReplyDeleteshort but beautifully written...the photo is like a fantasy island...:-)almost paradise!!!
ReplyDeletevery neat, I loved the idea you put across here! Great selection of words.
ReplyDeletehttp://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2010/11/08/my-fortress/
How true... even the most well built can erode, right in front of our eyes.. that is times erosion wheel.. I liked it so much.. thanks
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lovely fairy tale...nice image
ReplyDeleteI very much like your take on it.
ReplyDeleteGreat perception of how quickly dreams can fade away.
ReplyDeletenice piece. loved the lines - fairytale facade - playful and fun. excellent job!
ReplyDeleteThis was racy and fascinating...
ReplyDeleteIt really a facade indeed! They make you imagine the best, and then they just evaporate...leaving behind a parched soul!
Oh... this is a beautiful poem, Dasun... I enjoyed the directness of it!!!
wow!!
ReplyDeleteWhat an ethereal kind- touch and go- left with only dreams and imaginations alone..
DasD, well done.. :)
Love xx
Glad to visit you today again
ReplyDeleteWe treasure your input at our group poetry efforts and would be thrilled to see you again this coming Monday.
Any poem is acceptable, simply share and enjoy...
Keep writing, Keep inspiring!
xoxox