next step

there are so many pots on the stove. summer is near and my daughter is
preparing for summer in california. and i'm preparing a team for NPS in
Florida and i'm finishing up the overview for a new project. the collabo
is a bit insane -- i never saw it coming.





i'm also really excited about being able to bring my grandmother's legacy
to the forefront. penmanship books is awarding three young women with a published
book with all the fat lovely trimmings. i am happy to be able to do this. its
been a long road coming, but i'm here. i feel like ms celie on most days. like
the world is calling me and all my efforts ugly.

but then i remember i am breathing. i am alive. i am writing. even if all i do is write for myself - i am writing. and that in itself is beautiful. bitten tongue was picked up for the Underground Zero Theatre Festival @ PS122 in NYC (produced by TerraNova Collective) for the several dates in July and I bought my tix to Paris... but not before i visit SF for the poetry production culminating the ASA Conference. see. beautiful.

WHEN YOU WRITE

this is a blog. an attempt to stop the madness from crawling under your skin and living. forever. the poetry movement is maddening. the hbo special for youth poetry nationals. then the poetry slam @ the white house. it is ever changing and moving. one might forget the struggle is still alive and present. with the idea of michelle and barack clapping enthusitically for spoken word - you might ignore the promoter's that refuse to pay poets, though they have a door charge. or the non-profits selling poetry workshops for million dollar funding but neglecting their teaching artists by offering less than minimum wage.

the wheels are turning, but no one is holding on to the handlebars. that would mean we are responsible for our actions. so everyone mills around as if we are paying attention to the little details, like smiles and breath and life. human life. yet, we are worried about our 401K's and if we are PC in this "post racial" econonmy. but this is only a blog. an attempt to stop the madness from crawling under your skin and festering.

maybe now i'll be able to write a poem. i have shows to prepare for. and a president to uplift with my words.