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Adam Falkner

About Me

Adam Falkner is a multiple-time member and coach of national poetry slam teams representing the youth community of Ann Arbor, The University of Michigan and the legendary Nuyorican Poets Café in New York City, where he was a 2008/2009 Writer-in-Residence. Adam’s work has appeared in anthologies and journals such as Unsquared (826 Publications, 2006), The Barberhshop Chronicles (Penmanship Books, 2008), decomP Magazine, The Other Journal, The Esu Review, Lamplighter Review, and others, and has been featured on HBO, BET, Michigan Public Radio and in Time Out New York. National Associate for the Prison Creative Arts Project (PCAP) and recipient of a Martin Luther King Jr. Spirit Award in higher education for his pioneering work at the University of Michigan in the area of Whiteness studies and intergroup relations, Adam has performed and facilitated writing workshops at colleges, universities, high schools, prisons, juvenile detention centers and performance venues across the country. He currently teachers 11th and 12th grade English/Creative Writing in Bushwick, Brooklyn.http://decompmagazine.com/october2009.htmhttp://the otherjournal.com/article.php?id=896http://www.onefokus.org/i nsight/index.php (Vol.2, Issue 3)http://www.indiefeedpp.libsyn.com/index.php?post_id=391846 !!! ORDER "Control the Circle" NOW !!! (click on poetcd.com below)!!!ORDER "The Barbershop Chronicles" NOW!!! (click on paypal link)

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Member Since: 08/06/2007
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My Blog

Poem 23

Taboo (23/30) I have rolled it around in silence on my tonguelike white flour knuckled into bread dough. Powdered it like anchor man makeup inside my cheeks to keep it from sticking to the pan of my ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 19:37:00 GMT

Day 22 - Poem 22

Shatter (22/30) (Group piece written by Adam Falkner, Jon Sands and Ed Marbey. At the bar at the Nuyorican. 4/24/09)If James Brown were still alive Little Richard would get a gun. He'd practice in th...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 10:05:00 GMT

Day 21 - Poem 21

In my 11th grade creative writing classes, we've started experimenting with a new form of poetry each week. This week, we took a break from traditional forms and focused on the 16-bar verse  my ver...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 21:06:00 GMT

Day 20 - Poem 20

Someone Moved The Johnsons (20/30)At the top of the stairs in the home that I grew up in is an old southern dollhouse that has been passed down through my family for generations. It is more kitsch t...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 18:51:00 GMT

Day 19 - Poem19

The Undertow (19/30)I wont learn from you teachdont push.  Dont creep too close to this desk, I aint a faggot. Dont fix shit that aint that broke, dont save.  Your arms aint big enough for all ...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 18:48:00 GMT

Day 18 - Poem 18

Wingless (18/30)For Johannes Mehserle, the Oakland, CA. public transportation officer responsible for the murder of 22-year old Oscar Grant on New Years Eve, 2009.    Let them call for blood by the bu...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 17:44:00 GMT

Days 9-17, Poems 9-17

Aight. So while I spent a great deal of time writing while in Italy, little to none of it was spent in front of a computer -- much less one with working internet -- which, I hope, is understandable. ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Apr 2009 19:00:00 GMT

I'll be in Italy...

...for the next 11 days.Although I most definitely plan to continue with this 30/30, I'm not planning on taking my computer with me, and will be posting intermittently, several pieces at a time.  Than...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 13:28:00 GMT

Day 7 - Poem 7

Dont be a pussy (7/30)my best friend laughed as he rested a grapefruit-sized rock in my palm.  A small but beautiful beady-eyed beast of fur scrambling for its life against a brick wall on the playgr...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 23:29:00 GMT

Day 6 - Poem 6

Come (6/30)if the swinging extension chord of your mothers tongue becomes not enough lasso to pull you infrom beneath the street light, digging the sharp knives of your shoulders into pizza box and s...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 21:14:00 GMT