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naive secrets

Poetry Lonnie Monka 

snow-soiled feet trailed between alcohol & drugs incubating that suburban winter-break assembly

of conversations forgotten upon being spoken

with golden strands fanning those shoulders

her untouchable frame stirred as the last one

awake & cleaning the house–alone–with me

somehow we snuck into the master-bedroom

stretching across some other family’s bedspread

where too long awake now dream-lost lips touched

hands & fingers caressing curves through clothing tongues trading a mosaic of unspoken secrets

till I awoke alone–smiling & never to see her again

& lightning struck in the storm of friends calling because she had died a sudden death

which precipitated void-driven conversation

& conversation after conversation after conversation all I could think was that I had kissed her

& never told a single soul what I then wanted to scream

 

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The Billy Conahan Experience Live video at Bowery Poetry Club

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

 

Enjoy!

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5 Ways Meditation Can Increase Your Creativity

Meditation has been found to be extremely effective for many of our modern problems. Studies have shown that it can help increase your creativity. If you have ever tried meditation, you understand the benefits of how it relaxes and centers you. Seen as more of a spiritual practice in the past, it is clear that it can be extremely helpful in our day to day lives.

Creative business coach Mark McGuinness meditates for 20 minutes a day before he starts work. He focuses on his breathing while doing so. He has found that he gains focus, patience, calmness, clarity, and insight. He isn’t the only one in the business world using meditation. The likes of Tony Robbins, Tim Ferriss, and many other highly successful people that depend on their creativity use meditation before they start their workday. Here are 5 ways that meditation increases creativity.

Meditation and How it Works on the Brain

There are three parts to the brain that work together in order to get your creative juices flowing. The reptilian part of your brain is your oldest part. It covers breathing and automatic things. The limbic system is where your empathy and emotions can be found. Then there is the Neocortex which is the newest part. It is the most advanced part of the brain. We are capable of being aware of ourselves like no other species. This is why we can learn language, paint, play music, and write screenplays.

The limbic and Neocortex system will both activate to search for solutions. The limbic looks to past experiences to find the best solution. The Neocortex analyzes everything and is looking for a rational answer. Interesting, the limbic system comes up with answers faster even though the Neocortex would perhaps come up with a more rational answer.

1. Effects on the Neocortex

Meditation is a work in progress. It trains you to be aware of yourself and your surroundings. It trains you to be in the moment. The Neocortex is the part of the brain that controls your awareness. When you meditate, you train this part of the brain to become stronger. Meditation on a daily basis will allow you to make better choices. You can see bad habits and analyze the things you’re doing right in your life and things that don’t serve you. It is the newest part of the evolution of our brain. It is in charge of things like:

  • Creativity
  • Solving problems
  • Visioning
  • Strategizing
  • Visionary

By strengthening this area of the brain, you will be better able to reach that creative aspect of yourself.

2. Managing Emotions Continue reading 5 Ways Meditation Can Increase Your Creativity

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Black Woman

a poem by Evany Martinez

How do you tell her she’s too

loud when you silenced her for

Centuries.

 

Too strong when she has to work light

years ahead of you just to catch up.

 

Too violent with your scars

etched Into her back.

 

Too dark when your spirit is

composed of ashes from her

ancestors.

 

Too wild.

Too real.

Too raw.

 

That must be why you

can only rise if she falls.

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sing, unburied, sing

the truth crawls up my throat
my mouth shapes around it.
i taste the ashes of blk bodies,
they’ve blown in on the wind—
made my eyes milky with ghosts
who cannot rest with so much violence
floating underneath their skin.

i steel my tongue on their sorrowful song,
uncurl my spine, and wet my lips—
the truth comes pushing out,
its body small and blk.

too small to have seen a prison,
but life has a way of peeling blk bodies
away from their mother’s breast
to throw to the wild—
their only record of life left to the
tongues of old men and women.

(image by Nathaniel Tetteh via unsplash)

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Moonlit Love

Th Moon captured by Samihah Pargas

Love me the way the moon is loved
whether full or half full, or a whisper in the night sky

the kind you can’t see, yet its presence is deeply felt. 

Th Moon captured by Samihah Pargas
Photo by Samihah Pargas


Love me
whether I
covet you with light or

struggle through my own darkness
show you how beautiful skin can look in dimly lit places or
dim the atmosphere and feel cold to the touch
Love me still
when my tears pull the sky down and

leave hollows in loving hearts where homes should’ve been
when stars fall from my lips while I ask for those homes to be rebuilt

again and
again Love me
as if I am faraway, when really I’m near.
Pull me close with your prayers when I am distant
hold me with your eyes
love me the way the moon is loved.
I hope you are in love with the moon.

– Samihah Pargas

IG : @shadesofherink

 

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Genre: Urban Arts @Bowery Poetry- Oscar Sander

Genre: Urban Arts will be at Bowery Poetry in NYC where we are having our No. 4 Print launch on June 24th, 3:30- 5pm. We will have spoken-word, live music, and other performance arts.

Purchase Tickets for Genre @Bowery Poetry

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A word from Oscar:
Being a political spoken word artist/poet/performer, you inherit an abundant responsibility. The world and society at large are acutely divided, misinformed, and for the most part totally uninformed and don’t have the proper tools to cerebrally conduct judgment-setting aside pre-conceived familial belief systems and stereotypes. That is where my purpose as a political spoken word artist and playwright is at a potent level. Entertainment is a powerful medium of communication that allows me to reach out to people and put them in a comfortable state and place, at the very least, listen to contrary points of view. I am the messenger with an entertaining delivery and intent, to convince the audience that they are in a classroom void of judgment and condemnation to open their minds and hearts to the greater good of society and to bridge the gap of dismissiveness to talk about our differences, all along laugh and smile as human beings together.
The Oscar Sanders style of spoken word poetry is using multi-cultural dialects and impersonations of famous people and actors such as: Sidney Greenstreet, Al Pacino, Peter Lorre, Adolph Caesar, southern military generals, a Chinese doctor, former President Ronald Reagan, Vin Scully, Jimmy Cagney, Puerto Rican activist, and an African President to embellish the well crafted tongue-twisting intellectual articulate spoken word poetry written and performed by Mr. Sanders.Oscar Sanders is a multiple award winning author, Indie Author Legacy Award Poet of the Year 2017, Best Jazz History Documentary New York Jazz Festival 2017, (NAACP NYCHA JUST READ AWARD 2016 Fiction/Final Hearing, LA, LA NEO NOIR, FILM, & Script Festival 2016 Fiction Final Hearing), Jazz documentaries Billy Bang: Long Over Due (Carmarthen Bay FF 2013 Best Documentary, Capital City Black FF 2013 Best Documentary, Los Angles New Wave IFF 2013, Texas Underground FF 2012, Peoples Film Festival Best Documentary 2012), and seething feature political poetry spoken word performer, and event host of festivals and book fairs. Anders Griffen, of the New York Jazz Record said about Mr. Sanders’ latest film jazz doc Michael Carvin: No Excuses (Official Selection The People’s FF 2017 (released 5/1/17), “The tour of Manhattan performance venues is fabulous…the story is strong and by the end, one feels the collaboration between the musician and filmmaker.” New Voices in Theater feature play performance (November 9, 2017), Thirty day creative residency (December 2017) at Jamaica Center for the Arts & Learning culminating with a theatrical “First Friday series performance January 5, 2017, Bronx Book Fair 2017/2018 host/facilitator of poetry segment Weaving our Voices, and Speed Coaching, New York Screenplay Awards 2016, and 2017 Jury Member.

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Glow, Black!✨

Black glows in the dark
as imitation dry heaves,
leaving guilt on its sleeves
wiping white illness on walls,

kneeling with greed in
its knees, not realizing
where it’s coming from or
the fact that Black is entitled
to no one but Her people.

Black glazed rapture,
painting with glow dripping
from their hands and their
actions before, during & after,

Smearing magic and rhythm
of all motions and nations in
hip revolutions & revelations with
Life at their command.low,

Continue reading Glow, Black!✨

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The Aftermath by Samihah Pargas

I often wondered if you were as sad as I was after you walked away. It pained me to say that perhaps you were not, and one day I had to let my hope dissipate. This is where I walk now, on the road taking me further away from you and any dreams I held onto. I stopped by the ocean for a while and tried to drop your name into the water, but I might as well have drowned myself because you were still inscribed all over me. Continue reading The Aftermath by Samihah Pargas

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Not Perfect

I’m not perfect.
Although that should be clear as water, sometimes I feel the need to state it. For myself and for others. Especially for others. It is probably my fault and in my actions. It’s probably something I do or don’t do. It’s probably because of the way I see the world and how I speak of it.
I am not perfect.
And I get tired.
And I give up too.
There are so many things I have given up and not looked back. There are so many things I have looked back but not regretted. There are so many things I regret too.
It’s entirely human. I believe.
Being a mess of so many things, not only good, not only bad, but everything. Not black or white but fifty shades of blue. And some purple, once you wear those rose colored glasses. On holidays. Or those real good days.
The days you hold on to with everything you got to keep moving forward. To keep moving. Even if only an inch or less. Even if to the sides or back. Just moving. Because life is made of movements, moments, actions and decisions you never really got to think through.
Life happens. But I digress.
I’m not perfect. And that’s fine. It’s entirely human, I believe.
What about you?
© Máh Lima


Photo by Ahmed Ashhaadh on Unsplash

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Road by Jess Saunders

The road between society and I have grown far apart
I’ve gotten lost more than once on my journey
On this path that has hills and trick pathways
Hills too steep for my strength and pathways that have lead me to unknown places
; sometimes good, sometimes bad

Continue reading Road by Jess Saunders

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Harvest by Rania D.

O birds of hope
don’t flock to migrate
Winter’s approaching,
a less hurried gait
Let’s pick our crops
soft and mellow
Before joys rust
and turn to yellow
We’ll gather grins,
plum and ripen
No squandered tears,
ample dreams brighten
Our diligent pursuit,
we’re creatures awake
For when life’s frost bites,
survival hibernates
Let’s tap and dance
in a feast of harvest
while the scarlet disc
gives in to darkness
The sun shall tilt
dropping her last golden locks
The mist will fill
to chill empty docks
Perched larks of glee,
chirp for me till dawn
Sweet songs to echo
through a season forlorn.
By Rania D.

Vibed Out at Velobahn

Come vibe out with us while sipping a latte. We have dope local musicians, spoken word, open mic and handmade jewelry! Come be in the presence of creativity.

Tickets purchased online are 10.00.

Tickets purchased at the door will be 15.00.

Come be part of the creation and positivity that is Genre: Urban Arts. See you soon!

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Everything Chases the Sun by Chris Eyes

Everything chases the sun

The temptation is towards silence

but the noise always seems to win.

I yearn to empty my days of everything but you.

I’ll be burnt but I accept the scars.

See, morning is nothing without a dream to chase,

but while the waste of a generation fades

and days wait only for the moonlight,

my world illuminates in the dark,

where death is a spark,

a spike to the heart,

when all is unsaid,

and the hunger is fed

I contemplate greed

and the silence becomes nothing but a reason to bleed.

The ink is a seed

and everything chases the sun.

– Chris Eyes