African American |
We are the eldest of his childrenBound by land Scarred by timeWe are African
Our journey mirrors the path of hurricanesFrom our The arms of our mother
Through the CaribbeanTo the shores of th...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 14:53:00 GMT |
!!!Blis poetry performance!!! |
!!!Blis poetry performance!!!
Date: &
nbsp; Thursday, February 7, 2008Time: &nb
sp; 6pm
The Br...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 14:46:00 GMT |
"Finding Our Fathers" |
Sister's Uptown Bookstore
presents
Finding our Fathers
"The search for positive images of men in our comunity."Poetry & CD Signing by
Blis
special guest Radhiyah
Thursday ...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 20:12:00 GMT |
March 2 Jersey City |
Folklores & Folk TalesAn evening of spoken word, storytelling and readings to provoke thought and incite change.CD Signing by
BlisFriday March 2, 20076-9pmNobus Gallery127 first street Jersey ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 13:35:00 GMT |
Salvage the Day |
Salvage the Day Current mood: creative
It was Sunday Sept 24th 2006. I had a performance in Mt Vernon. I hired a band and got up early enough to make it happen. I came down...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 13:33:00 GMT |
Firemen |
In order to find ourselves, we need to identify the purposes of the people within our circles. Everyone in our chosen family must have a position and place. We must first rid ours...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 11:59:00 GMT |
The Art of Letting Go . . . |
By nature we reject change. Last Spring I went whale watching and while on the boat, I looked into the distance and easily saw why the people of old, thought the world was flat. Sometimes, ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 11:57:00 GMT |
Songs to Start Your Day |
1) Always---------------Stevie Wonder
2) Bring It On----------------Seal
3) Catch the Vibe--------Julie Dexter
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 11:50:00 GMT |
It's the outloud thast counts |
I can hardly wait forcracked promises from parched lipsSun bleachedweather beaten dreamshanging by threads of"could have beens"as I search for a sign of youbetween the cracks ofmore than thishow tigh...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jan 2007 12:10:00 GMT |
More Than What You Feel You Are. . . . |
This is a new beginning. I am at the edge with my eyes closed. I more than lean forward. I jump into the arms of gravity even though I know that she'll never catch me. Touching ground is never a...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 11:30:00 GMT |
