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Lessons From A Dragon: Story of Seth

 

   Have you ever spoke to a cow before? Like a real talk with a cow? What did he/she say? What’s He/she up to? What about a flower? Do you ever look at a Rose and think, “I wonder what your eyes have seen.” How can something so beautiful like a cow get so disrespected? Nature is who we are. “Cooperating with nature allows nature to cooperate with us.” Master Qi

   I was eighteen years old when I first realized There was more to this reality. It felt like an episode from Twilight Zone. I was on my way home from school when I saw it. It was a smoke mist. Not just any smoke mist. This mist was strange. This mist had an awareness of itself. This mist moved as if it knew it was moving. It followed me all the way to my house. It floated at the gate for about twenty seconds before flowing away with the wind. The mist followed me for about two weeks before I finally decided to approach it.

   “Are you following me?” I asked. I felt so stupid talking to a mist. Then suddenly, the mist rose up and flew right into me. It happened so fast I didn’t even realize that I had somehow ended up in my driveway. I was so freaked out all I could do was throw up. My body felt like it had been through so much. All I remember after that is waking up alone in the middle of a cave. Continue reading Lessons From A Dragon: Story of Seth

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Featured Artist: Jaelen Isis

Come view works by Jaelen Isis at Woodland Pattern BookCenter on February 24th, 2018, 6-9pm.

I am a watercolor painter located in Chicago. I specializing in portraiture and mixed media. Watercolor brings forth an emotion to the eye; whatever the piece of art may be, the observer instantly feels a connection as an effect to the natural movements of the paint. The versatility of watercolor contributes to the color, detail, and movement of my pieces. 

 

In my paintings, I portray men, women, young people, people of color, etc. in relation to the stereotypes frequently attached to them. Using mixed media (if you look closely) you see illustrations hidden within the colors and lines of the background and foreground of each piece. Continue reading Featured Artist: Jaelen Isis

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Top 10 Posts of 2017—No. 6

Chitiyaan Kaliyaan

IG: @heavensanar

Read other work by Roomana at:

GenreUrbanArts.com

 

Meri chittiyaan kaliyaan ve, oh baby meri chitiyaan kaliyaan ve….*
Aisha rolled her eyes as she stared at the huge tv screen in front of her while waiting for Asma to get her eyebrows done. Continue reading Top 10 Posts of 2017—No. 6

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Top 10 Posts of 2017 — No. 9

What is Poetry? Part 1

by Chris Eyes

IG:@seesawandsaysay

Read other work by Chris at:

GenreUrbanArts.com

 

What is Poetry? Part 1

Poetry is the expanse of
the imagination that lies,
dormant though brooding
until it manifests itself in a bloom.

Poetry is a womb,
obsessed with itself
but self-aware enough
to know that it is bound for a tomb.

Poetry is a wound,
heartache expressed in words,
the reaction to how it hurts,
feeling how pain works,
like peeling back layers of a scab.

Poetry is a drab day,
suddenly lit by the sun’s rays,
bursting through gray cloud,
and splaying out, proud
to have finally beaten the gloom
and touching as much as it can.

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Genre: Urban Arts No. 2 Magazine

Our most recent magazine is out!

Genre: Urban Arts No. 2

Click here to purchase magazine!

This mag explores situations within duplicitous demographics and highlights on a plethora of issues– some areas of double standards will be familiar to you, but many will force you to explore and interrogate your own perception and empathize with another perspective. In this issue, we include art, photography, articles, and poetry from various artists.

Continue reading Genre: Urban Arts No. 2 Magazine

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CALL FOR COVER ART!

CALL FOR COVER ART!

Photographers & Visual Artists of all mediums submit your original art to us to be considered for the cover of our No. 3 magazine.

Send high-quality images to INFO@GenreUrbanArts.com by December 1st.

Thank you so much for your support!

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The Ballad of the Lemon

The ballad of the lemon

 

(Small poem on chromatic prohibitions)

 

(Yellow sun-blinding yellow-yellow yellow)

If you eat lemons will not have your period

If you eat lemons you will not have satisfactions

If you brush your hair while you have “those” things

You block them for sure

(Yellow-green-yellow-yellow acid)

Continue reading The Ballad of the Lemon

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Artist Jennifer Shepit

Artist Jennifer Shepit resides in Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada where she constructs other galaxies with her bare hands, a bit of paint, and universes of imagination, so much so that I found myself sending poetry over to her to request her visual representation of my work. When I laid eyes on this piece of art, I love it so much that I am not even sharing a photo of it in this post as it is the part of a larger project that I cannot wait to reveal. I will say that it is more beautiful in person than it was in the image that she sent me upon completion, and I am stingily am holding onto the painting only parceling out glimpses to others as though it is a secret lover.

 

Please go view and purchase some of her work. You can view her page at Instagram at @jennifershepit and click here for her Etsy.

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Blue Sky.

Blue Sky.

 

The vein of the pelvis numbs

It slams the bone ridge

It thought of the night currents of the Sky

It thought of knowing

the Sand and the Moon.

Then

It got wild

and surprised the Moon.

 

©Stefania Morgante

Continue reading Blue Sky.

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Dodona

 

The wisdom of an oak tree runs deep, the history intimate.

Perhaps you are familiar with how Absalom’s hair led to his demise. Maybe you respect the oak because Zeus chose this mighty tree as his oracle, the centerpiece of the righteous. Based on the rustling of its leaves, priests would interpret messages from the gods. Most likely, though, you revere the oak simply due to the symbolic nature of its strength.

Either way, never fail to recognize the way an oak tree reminds us not only to admire the splendor of its leaves or the tenacity of its trunk but to understand what’s deeper, below the surface: roots connect–no–bond people. The natural ways in which someone is truly rooted to another, the tangle of souls intertwined, simply and completely.

Here lies true wisdom.