The wit makes fun of other persons; the satirist makes fun of the world; the humorist makes fun of himself, but in so doing, he identifies himself with people--that is, people everywhere, not for the purpose of taking them apart, but simply revealing their true nature. James Thurber
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omg this show is blazing through the snow
hot young artists keepin us warm in the winter time, and this show is straight on the surface of the sun. ten years of dc youth slam poetry teams together on one stage. we got christylez y'all!!! we got slam team coach and songstress lisa pegram. we got patrick washington of the poemcees. and that … Continue reading omg this show is blazing through the snow
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red leaves
brought on by bright orange and yellow golden sun burning turning seasons turning colors she gets dark crimson after blood red berry no fruit in her leaves except moods for my eyes a spectrum of surprise down the color wheel around rings on trees arms and branched fingers if only fall could linger longer but … Continue reading red leaves
Jon Tucker Must Live!
I was born in the backseat of a child’s playground minding my own business, man-child of a conversation untranslated slated to be the next problem the next argument the next five knots in your throat like the most beautiful clog in your tearduct drain pipes overflowing on some American highway off ramp off put exit … Continue reading Jon Tucker Must Live!
the world and me
is a poetry contest for dc student artists with sincere work regarding the world around them. but i don't need to talk for this fancypants flier. it can talk all on its own. right pic man?
crimson maps
beyond borders, breaking waves, your bravery supposedly rescued me but what's done well like your steak standing up on its plate taking it like a true soldier, bleeding crimson maps of where we've been what we've conquered or been devoured by systems that flower by inequality's growth and … Continue reading crimson maps
poem for Dave (work in progress)
the left knee of your jeans has a small tear in it dropped from there to the ground on several memorable occasions a tear no larger than a penny one solitary tear spelled the same as tear which sounds the same as tier like on a higher level and you've been there, my friend for … Continue reading poem for Dave (work in progress)
11th hour slam friday the 13th
we ain't scared. halloween and all soul's day has already come and gone, so friday the 13th ain't got nothing on us poets. we're gonna duke it out on the 11th hour of the 13th day of the 11th month at the only poetry slam incorporated certified dc slam. come support your friends this friday, … Continue reading 11th hour slam friday the 13th
show tonight and tomorrow
i'm super excited to be performing with the life, rhythm, move project dance company tonight at dance place in northeast, dc. founder and artistic director aysha upchurch takes us on an exciting look into the future, and shows us, through dance and video and poetry what we could look like 200 years from now. it … Continue reading show tonight and tomorrow
“he’s scary”
that's what she said! no, not like that. it was a little girl trick-or-treating in mt. pleasant who came upon me in the following outfit and thought twice about reaching for my basket of candy. twas a great time indeed. i should carve things more often.
i bloom you bloom
we bloom together when we find a way to shine through the winter and Bloombars is all about helping our community shine in these cold times. not really a bar at all, this cozy community art space is solely dedicated to the art on the stage and the people in the seats. the outside is … Continue reading i bloom you bloom
cops and robbers
someone tried to rob me monday night. i was outside Sol y Soul's office in downtown Chinatown around 7pm just chillin waiting for students to show up for our meeting. i was texting or doing something on my iPhone when this wannabe thief tries to grab it out of my hand and run. i hold … Continue reading cops and robbers
radio music is all about sex and money
i don't even need to tell you you've heard it all already but what's wrong with sexy money? we all like it, right? not really offending anyone, is it? we all dream about it, no? another world is possible. a better world is possible. turn off the radio! forreal tho
emcee growth
pushin you to greatness, wait sun you won't hate this, stubborn hard work challenging so you can make this, grade A, certified, self-determination, pushing you to grow like forcing seeds into germination, oaks yelling at acorns to sit down and be patient, so your future won't get squirreled away or cracked out on the pavement. we … Continue reading emcee growth
Elephant Engine High Dive Revival Killed It In The Good Way To Kill
these superb super celebrated slam champs stuffed our faces with the best kind of satiating, salivating, spit-fire hot spoken word poetry stuff. i saw them at the univ of maryland in college park, at my old home with the terpoets, but they are still on tour. check them out. i copped buddy's new cd fresh … Continue reading Elephant Engine High Dive Revival Killed It In The Good Way To Kill
mostly forced heaving
i'm slamming again on friday, and i'm not quite prepared. does that mean i'm fated to get another devastatingly low score like last month's 4.3? we certainly hope not. but it's not about the points, right, the poetry is the point. or so they tell me. i've been writing more recently than i have in … Continue reading mostly forced heaving
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