Victor was a man of humble beginnings, he thought back to his past as he looked out of the large picture frame like window. The parted sheer curtains with lace accents that displayed a feminine touch. To look at the curtains that lined the huge window in his bedroom made Victor very sentimental. He … More Porch Light A short Story by Stephanie Mann
Stephanie Mann March 3rd, 2016 I attended a workshop called Body/Mind/Funk/Time for two resident artists at the Intermedia Arts. The workshop consisted of both teaching, demonstration and an oral history of the dance style called Butoh featured in Flash premiering March 3rd and 4th, 2017. The choreographers are Rennie Harris and Michael Sakamoto. … More Butoh
Lessons Lived The way we witnessed night like falling stars placed through summers magic, Unfocused, we endured undone pain do to the need for satisfaction. Now we both wear coats like strangers covering up their feelings. Trying not to look too suspicious, I was disillusioned by your awkward light, it made shadows around your eyes, … More Lessons Lived
Earth I found spiritual evidence in the unrehearsed celebration found in the wrinkle that follows her smile. Unknown Artist
Hello there Mr. Wonderful, eyes brown yet dark as night, I wonder… Well I wonder were all the ladies are tonight? Could it be you got them memorized with your deep ebony skin? You got all the fellas hating on you, because you believe that we are all haters within. Hello Mr. Extravagant, you must … More Hello there Mr. Wonderful
Dew fresh morning fresh fruit sparling juice, with autumn leaves dancing in the choreography wind. Descended arms, a lift, embrace, the warmth embrace, the love you remember from way back when. Twinkling eyes, puckered lips, followed by the entourage of the amaretto kiss. A burst of sweet raspberry, a once in lifetime visit from that … More Remembering Love
Ever resting on your train of thought, never the lessing on ways to help you heal your concealed mood. 90% of the time you dine with me, unspoken emotions seem so sublime to me. Never creating no time with me, yet you can’t see yourself apart, without, or excluding me. Creating heavy rythmatics on my … More Implied Confusion
Her Black Essence Ebony, caramel, mocha, honey, sweet vanilla with cinnamon sprinkles whatever you want we come in a vast variety. Being that strong bold sistah, men break necks to get with her, that preserver that wizard, she can heal your inner soul. Get your vitamins that supplement, because she is going to crash your … More Her Black Essence
Public Announcement (Do you love her) Do you love her? Does she make you smile, for real? Can she make you feel as if nothing yet everything matters? When you look at her do see yourself, draped in knowledge of self, can she stroke your inner African self and make you think of home and … More Public Announcement (Do you love her)
These things that the conscious self had shattered. I’m looking into an 8×3 pine box, into a close mind of a grey corpse, seeing its memories as if they were mine. My thoughts are to refine these things that the conscious self-had shattered. It seems now it doesn’t matter, this body laying cold and lifeless … More These things that the conscious self had shattered.
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