hope you can make it. this is gonna be a crazy awesome fun show. and guess what, it's totally FREE! no age restriction, no cover charge, no problems. donations are always appreciated.
I had to walk across a desert just to find my own feet I had to break a few hearts just to hear one beat picking up the pieces now I’m puzzled when I weep drinking tears to clean my mouth so my soul can simply speak I had to say everything so I could … Continue reading a spark and a breath in
I sat down in front of my computer and thought that I could pound out a poem that would suck me, you, and the rest of this room into it like a tornado, but instead I projectile vomited clichéd meta-whores in a start-stop jerking train of thought that went about three intellectual inches before falling … Continue reading no joke
a pause and a breath then nothing perhaps a stare unfocused unaware unwilling to go there ourselves we cannot even look the dead have names we read and remember we read and forget a pause here or there we pay our respect as though we recognize what we owe no service rendered save for the … Continue reading look away
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
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
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!
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?
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
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)
yesterday sol y soul hosted the dc youth slam that determined who would represent the district on the national stage at this year's brave new voices youth slam. i was there to help out and encourage/coach two of my friends. it was a great event, with some amazing surprises. an 11 year old girl named … Continue reading brave new voices slam/jamming with the fourth stream