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We are working on a portraiture project that will be on exhibition soon. Come have your photo taken to have the opportunity to become a part of the art!
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Read more about MKE Fringe Fest below:
On August 27th – 28th, 2016 the MKE Fringe made its debut in downtown Milwaukee. Following the rich tradition of Fringe Festivals, the Milwaukee Fringe Festival is a showcase of a diverse collection of artists that call Milwaukee home. From theatrical actors to painters, musicians to tap dancers, performance artists to playwrights, MKE Fringe is a joyous celebration of what makes Milwaukee’s culture vibrant and extraordinary (MKEFringe.com).
There will be over 30 acts as well as a plethora of vendors. Come to support Milwaukee Creatives! Visit MKEFringe.com for more info.
In a large group setting,
the talented background player
begins a foray into melody
that results in frustration
to those unaccustomed
to such liberal motifs. Continue reading The Revolutionary
a poem by Shirley Jones
In the history of words suffragettes fighting for rights
badges of honor queer an insult to some but a fortune
to others who wish to tell it slant & mingle fact with fiction
as they try to copyright our words we must reclaim our names
This appropriation is unnecessary for the power of language
has been distorted & used against us
a poem by Mark Kessinger
I wonder what the winds are like
at Cuba’s four thousand foot peaks.
Is there a space-age drone, military grade,
that can hover at the top like a gull
gliding into the jet stream, stationary,
peering down to let us see the 155 mph winds
sharpen the granite ridge to a razor edge.
I’m the one of those who thinks that when you name an artwork, you’re limiting the others to interpret it at it own way. I like to think about freedom, changes, human evolving, emotions, energy, melting pot … What do you think?
I’ve always wondered why
white peoples gods’ chiseled
them out of cold hard marble.
Shaped and sculpted their
fragile skin into being.
My god didn’t mold me.
She met me
halfway between hell and earth.
She asked my name
and wiped my tears.
She gave me a gentle kiss Continue reading Marble
Swimming through the waters
Both deep and cold
Guided by the current
So swift and bold
Will I just drown on my own,
Or will I find a new home?
While the sea is bigger
Than the lake at hand
I can find new worlds here
Floating away from the sand
Can you find your way to me,
Or are you cast adrift at sea?
– B. Alan Hart
I don’t want to play, any more stupid games
I’m screaming out fuck that Continue reading No more games, gloves off
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Within the Inferno, I probed further to find a morsel of information unknown to the public and uncover the lost records. Files upon files of her personal affairs lay scattered throughout, not quite guarded, yet crucial all the same. Photos of her family and friends appeared in many of the hundreds of files, mislabeled and filed within another file. A nesting doll of facts I couldn’t wait to sort through. I watched her nephews and nieces grow up before my eyes, her sisters and brothers having fun, her friends on their escapades. To think this dreaded dragon had family was beyond me. They seemed happy and content, unlike my colleagues scorched from her flames―no topical ointment could ever soothe. Continue reading Tales from the Inferno: Lost Records
It’s bittersweetness was revealed to me
On many occasions.
I often wondered how it didn’t destroy me
Or leave me broken beyond repair.
I did feel useless often,
Like a distant memory, you tried to forget.
But I never forgot you
Or the pain of betrayal. Continue reading Breathe Deep, My Love
Years from now they’ll speak of the horrific crimes of this land like everyone except us was culpable. Elders will tell stories of the “dark times”, where evil flourished. People will be wary to speak his name, the demon who reigned. His kingdom nothing more than debris and decay. His servants will return to the shadows until a new false prophet is inaugurated and yet they’ll still call us great.
They’ll still call us great
They’ll still call us
If you’re looking to quail your creative fix, here is video from our partners over at Bowery Poetry. If you are in the NYC area, stop over and visit this classy venue. The drinks are great! The talent never fails to impress, and the staff is DOPE. Big ups Heath and Julius.
In the area? View their calendar below.Bowery Poetry Calendar
It took a lot to get me here
I suffered the reign of you
For many years
You broke me down
Opened me up
Dissected my soul
And still couldn’t find
A way to love me…
She passed them down to her daughter
As if they were precious heirlooms
Carefully tended to and treated well.
She gave them to her daughter
To keep them alive
In order to be passed on
To the next generation.
Her daughter didn’t want them.
She refused to hold onto
And birth them into the future.
So she chose to not inherit her mother’s
She wanted to create her own destiny
Design her own joys
Build her own happiness.
She was tired of the generational curse that sickened her family for centuries.
So she broke it.
And proudly carried her
Into the future.
As I lay
The silence pierces the essence
Of my soul.
I try to reflect on a time
We were not complicated
By our love.
The reflections are difficult to grasp
I can’t remember a time
When love was ever easy for us.
I don’t think it was…
Ok. So, things are going well.
This is the thought I’m having tonight. This is going well. Only a few slightly awkward interactions crept into the evening thus far, so I’d say…winning. For instance, it begins with me contemplating whether to go in for the hug, a kiss on the cheek, or a peck on the lips. Being the fourth date, it is appropriately confusing. So what happens? Naturally, I do some combination of the three aforementioned options, and I end up, kind of, sort of kissing him on (in?) the ear. I KNOW that shit was loud. Right. In. His. Ear. Continue reading Awkward Girl: Day 2