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About Me

Born into a family of writers and entertainers, Theresa Davis was drawn to the arts. She has expressed her artistic abilities in several mediums. She designed and created Ebony Angels (a line of hand-crafted dolls) , Mental Notes (hand-crafted books) and started a clothing line for children. A teacher for 15 years, she currently teaches middle school using the arts across the curriculum. In 2002, Theresa joined forces with her mother and brother to form the spoken word performance group MoDaSo (Mother/ Daughter/ Son) and released two music CD's "This is for Family" and "The Uncivil War". She has self published two collections of poetry "Torn" and "Head Games". Theresa has gone on to forge an impressive start as a solo performer, winning poetry slams and featuring at spoken word venues around Atlanta. In August 2005, working with the incredible Dawn Axam movement and words came together in a beautiful collaboration. The poems "Killer" and "Warning Signs" were choreographed as a part of the debut of Mrs. Axam's new dance company.Her children Imani (16), Tia (15) and Zion (4) are her constant sources of energy and inspiration. Theresa is a member of the 2006 7 Stages Art Amok Slam Team!

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Member Since: 3/9/2006
Band Website: theresa-davis.com
Band Members: Theresa Davis MODASO members include Theresa Davis Hasan Davis Alice Lovelace
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Influences: Alice Lovelace and Charles "Jikki" Riley! Anyone who maintains their integrity in all things. Those who have the ability to live, laugh and love!!I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers. Thanks to your love a certain fragrance, risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride, so I love you because I know no other way than this: where "I" does not exist, nor "you," So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep. -Pablo Neruda
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My Blog

hindsight is a bitch

so i'm driving along running late for work. not rushing cause late is late there are no degrees so once the state of lateness has been reached no matter how soon after that you arrive you are still la...
Posted by Theresa Davis on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 08:13:00 PST

brrrr

it's fucking cold here. but i cannot stop looking up at the stars. the sky so clear if my vision where better i think i could see myself... it reminds me of someone i swear...i think i figured it outt...
Posted by Theresa Davis on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 06:21:00 PST

new poem /

I am crazy. I worked a full day. Then ran around getting my car serviced then drove 6 hours to Kentucky to see my kid in college for one day. This is the only week end i'll be able to do it for a whil...
Posted by Theresa Davis on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 05:04:00 PST

TONIGHT!!!!!

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 21 | 8PM @ HORIZONS SCHOOL THEATER | $10 (Theater address is 1900 Dekalb Avenue, behind the new Lake Claire swimming pool. MARTA is a walk toward the city from the East Lake statio...
Posted by Theresa Davis on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 08:53:00 PST

Chocolate day observed

The big day!!Chocolate day observed!We dipped everything and out of all the madness only two items sparked my gag reflex.first...the fountain then the items.... more.. so here is what we lea...
Posted by Theresa Davis on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 12:57:00 PST

Chocolate and Pirates

So we saved the chocolate dipping until monday.on friday the high school had a bake sale and the kids bought so much crap i could see puking in the future once spam dipped in chocolate happened on top...
Posted by Theresa Davis on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 01:45:00 PST

juxtaposition

this constant movement shifting spaces retracing paths carved in the dark everything has changed including my mind i thought this time would be different i was wrong as usual picking myself up from a ...
Posted by Theresa Davis on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 06:35:00 PST

we got you barbie

oh no say it ain't soprismatic pink bombs explodebarbie why have they forsaken youwe lean on Chinato maintain your Americanessto teach our young girls what they will never beand if all your shit is be...
Posted by Theresa Davis on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 11:50:00 PST

September 11th

Posted by Theresa Davis on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 07:20:00 PST

when i fell in love with poetry a question from copa

i have always loved words. they were a way to express my views my wants my needs. i abandoned them when it was clear i was expected to be like my parents. i went from writing everyday to not picking u...
Posted by Theresa Davis on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 01:01:00 PST