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So, yeah! With all the unseen words
floating around in clouds
and free spaces
and unwired four walls
real paper, pages, ink has become somewhat obsolete
and needed a Native Queen to bring them back to life.
And HERstory was made! ‘cause isn’t this how it’s always made?
Look around. It’s happening!
Femme: Literati Mixtape is an anthology due Summer 2019 conceived by Genre: Urban Arts. Anthologies are everything! Literally…everything! Creative Director, Nakeysha Roberts Washington (@nakeysha) together with authors/editors Rico Lowe (@panafrico) and Shimah Easter (@gonbeallwrite_mah) are preparing to present this opportunity to women creatives who are of the African diaspora together with their brown sistren, contemporary, informed and passionate. The anthology will feature a mix of written word, art, photography and fashion. If you are interested in this opportunity or know an artist who would be, please DM/contact any of the editors above or visit the ‘Opportunities’ tab at genreurbanarts.com. We are HERstory in the making!
Here’s the fatbooty on what we are looking for…
- Fiction or Creative Nonfiction
- 500 words or less
- 2-4 poems with 50 lines or less
- 500 words or less
1-3 images (file size no greater than 64MB)
5-7 images (file size no greater than 64MB)
- Bloggers, models and designers with impeccable style who want to call attention to his or her work. You are welcome to compose a write up on yourself; however, Genre editors would be happy to interview you and compose one for you.
- 5-7 Images (file size no greater than 64MB)
- 200-400 words
I promise you that I’m down,
and I’ll bring more brothas around,
Not later on, but right now,
and they’ll be ready for a Right Now
Yo reaction to my hair
is my reaction to my strife.
How big it got is like the bigots
constant in my life.
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…And loving every piece is created in the process
Terror, an act of nature, yet brought on by our hands.
Terror from the sunken depths
a merciful journey, no test
bounded to rush and drown our mind
we resist and crawl, even climb
to rid ourselves of the fears we hold deep
like plunging bodies the sea keeps
hoping for a resolution Continue reading Terror Wavers: an Insight on Human Nature
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!
We will also have Genre: Urban Arts No. 4 Mags on sale as well as other Genre Merch.
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.
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
Little towers, peaks undercut from the sun
Stretching higher before they’re gone
Rushing waves and sweltering winds
Brush harshly, scratching rock thin
A catalyst of working art
A conversation to start
Passing eyes linger upon its shadow
Watch it grow and grow
mark upon the setting stone
stretched before its blown
brick by brick
they rise and stick
a monument to our progressive wit
as dusk proceeds to vanish
our laughs turn to anguish.
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Oh love! Love makes you feel warm and fuzzy one minute and the next you want to run away from it, well at least in my case. I’m pretty great at running away when love happens. Maybe it’s my generation and the fucked up ideology that the grass is greener on the DM side. Maybe it’s the fact I have daddy issues and fear of abandonment. Maybe I feel as though leaving them first we I won’t be left feeling stupid when they dump me. Whatever the case is, I’m tired of running.
I want to love, but how? How does the heart let go of the comfort of solitude when for so long its been mistreated. Time? Meditation? Closure? Or do I just go for it and find love? I had no clue, so I stopped looking. I gave up on my mission and exactly when I did that love found me. What type of love do you ask? The love for myself. Look, hear me out. In order to love proper you have to be right within. There is no way in hell that you can accept love and give love if you are not right within yourself. It took me a while to self heal from my past, from my abusers, from the lack of love from my father, and most importantly to heal from my fear of abandonment. Honestly, I’m still healing and still struggling and that’s ok because now I know my truth. The path to enlightenment starts with facing yourself and your fear. I no longer want to fear love. Am I ok with the pain attached to love? Maybe, but if I don’t ever try I will never know.
I created this piece because the possibility of love and wild sex has found me and challenged me as of late. I’m excited, scared, and vulnerable. Even with all those emotions, I’m finally ready to let go of my fear.
I dedicate this post and artwork to my self-love and what that energy has brought to my life.