b. ING™

1. quaCk is wAcK

for the first time ever within my peculiar scope of life, i've placed mySelf within the throes of an 'a-typical' , traditional therapist... crisp, beige&nb...
Posted by b. ING™ on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 02:20:00 PST

INTERMISSION: it aint that deep

and this is where i take a creative pause on this 'space' called mines... lying in bed last night, O magazine in hand, i ran across a walter mosley article that eerily hit home to...
Posted by b. ING™ on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 10:01:00 PST

g. Winter/Spring Nite...

  Tonight I rolled down a grassy hill...   ...let damp, blotches of dirt take refuge on my jeans, soaked dew drenched grass, not quite there moss (and perhaps a little canine pee) in my hai...
Posted by b. ING™ on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 12:13:00 PST

e. Electric Sex

  Electric orgasms are a girl's best friend...     I'm sprawled across my bed...showered...oiled...toting a joint and waiting for my phone to ring...a rippling current of erotic energ...
Posted by b. ING™ on Wed, 08 Mar 2006 12:06:00 PST

j. Half Past the Pain of Love

i was bitter and I didn't even know it. fear has a way of creeping into your sanity and distorting your grip of reality... no one likes to be betrayed...but somewhere right after smashed picture fra...
Posted by b. ING™ on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 04:07:00 PST

k. Irony is a Twisted Paradox...

Irony is a twisted paradox.....   I ran into an old friend on my way to a court hearing pending a trial for my cousins murderer...The sun shone bright that day, and the temperature danced circle...
Posted by b. ING™ on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 12:53:00 PST

l. Inside my Prison

  There is this woman inside of me, screaming to get out...    I hear her, from time to time...when Im denying some part of my identity. I can hear her, faintly, whispering a scre...
Posted by b. ING™ on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 12:57:00 PST

m. Firsts are Forever...

my first memory of my budding womanhood, was one i wish i could erase... twelve years old and playing with barbie dolls, at the home of childhood friend, stretched out on bedroom floor, dollhouse and...
Posted by b. ING™ on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 04:15:00 PST

h. Chant for Black

  One day I chanted for Black...   Lovely, spring fresh Black people...rotten, winter wary Black people...old fashion, newly made Black people...straight or nappy Black people...high and h...
Posted by b. ING™ on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 01:13:00 PST

f. Moments of Revere

  "It's better to have loved and lost, than to be with a psycho forever"...   In bold white letters, scrawled across a black background, I tote this tiny button around, on sporadic swatch...
Posted by b. ING™ on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 09:57:00 PST