BOOK: In The Last Chance Saloon
The first time time I read ‘The Last Chance Saloon’, I didn’t like what it did to me. Which is not to say that I didn’t like it.
The first time time I read ‘The Last Chance Saloon’, I didn’t like what it did to me. Which is not to say that I didn’t like it.
I hit the gym today for my first personal training session. And it brought up a sweet memory of a college crush.
This is something I wrote at one of Rochelle’s workshops. I haven’t edited it too much and I might consider performing it. Then again, once I put it out there, I might not need to anymore. This is a delayed poem for the April 2015 A to Z Challenge. ~O~O~O~O~O~ Four…
I was going to slack off on C which is the real letter of today’s April A to Z Challenge. But then I read this and it pushed me to write what I did. Not even a tenth as good but it is poetry. — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — I stopped at 16It was time to leave…
Ask me anything, he says.
She thinks about how to translate that in her head, into the language of her.
It’s been hard surviving other people’s depression & betrayals. March brought an end to all of that. It was a month of endings.
I’ve started to figure that Performance Poetry or Spoken Word does not have to conform to specific rules. I’m choosing to interpret the form as an oral sharing of an idea, an emotion or a story. This could rhyme or not, it could involve gestures or not, could include voice…
Passive Aggression did that.
An Indian student was denied an internship because of India’s complicity in rape culture. Is it about race or safety?
BBC India filmed a documentary about the 2012 Jyoti Singh (Nirbhaya) gangrape. The Indian government banned it. #IndiasDaughter