My Blog: Lyric Fire: Petals End
This SHORT piece was inspired by a rose that died at work. Ironically enough the flower was given to another co-worker by a TEMP. Sometimes beauty is but for a…
This SHORT piece was inspired by a rose that died at work. Ironically enough the flower was given to another co-worker by a TEMP. Sometimes beauty is but for a…
Installment two of The Poetic Art Pairing Project features the work of Itoro Udofia, a passionate artist who I met on the NetworkedBlogs space on Facebook. Itoro’s blog Thoughts of…
The first paired piece in The Poetic Art Pairing Project, which features my poetry inspired by art, comes partly from San Francisco Bay artist Sytiva Sheehan who primarily uses acrylics…
liquid life black slick death necessary but evil when not contained it’s slippery thick lines the pockets of the rich heats the homes of some poor out of place on…
Paintings and drawings have always inspired my writing. Flashes of color, strokes of symmetry and languishes of artistic shapes on a page or canvas transports me into an immediate literary…
Just like an empty room, when it comes to you I have no perspective No shapes, no lines, no texture or color on walls to give me a sense of…
The most common complaint of an artist, whether they’re a writer, actor or other creative being is that they never have enough time to pursue their art. If they work…
Okay, there are way too many shows on television. We have network TV, cable TV, Hulu, webisodes and content you can watch on your phone and music players. The list…
My last two posts have been on the serious side so after a long week that resulted in a major victory, I’ve decided to have some fun on this fabulous…
I find that as much as I love to read, go see great films and other artistic works, an added pleasure is the debrief afterward. So much happens in these…
My hometown has been on my mind so strong lately for many different reasons. First off, I miss it. I’ve been a New York resident for over 15 years having…
My neck hurts. Why you say? Because I’m always craning down looking at my cell phone or iPod. I’m texting, posting, clicking and twirling.Technology is fabulous isn’t it? I love…
As writers, actors, painters, poets and singers, we are always looking for additional ways to express our creativity and love for our art. Tattoos are a great way to display…
In life we are always told that it is best to move forward. Lingering too long in the past can be unhealthy for sure. But sometimes it’s okay to take…
She stood and stared out the window. The room was empty save for a light green couch, an easel and some paint cans. One lone street light flickered on and…
When you’re a writer everything is brand new or old, or used or in a state of disrepair. When you’re a writer nothing seems to be happening while everything is…
I recently joined an amazing networking group in Harlem called Uptown Happenings Together which was started by the lovely Alba, who encourages Harlem residents to discover new things, places and…
I can’t remember a day when I haven’t written something. Even as a young girl, I scribbled words all over the place. Sometimes I wrote on surfaces that weren’t meant…
We wake, shower, eat and step onto the race track of life each day sometimes knowing where we’re going, sometimes not… Whether our pace is that of a gazelle, school…
This is dedicated to my siblings: Flirty introductions were followed by invitations into warm and loving hosts Joy lasts for moments untold Laughter echos off the walls Light whispers in…