Rarely do you encounter an individual who is equally as talented as they are humble, compassionate, goofy and
somewhat wholesome (haha!). Today, I bring you an appreciation article on the birthday of someone who I am blessed to have known for years and to have been a loyal fan to:
H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y 14KT! (I won’t use your full government name or put your date of birth out on front street… yet. 14KTini shall suffice) *cues 90s Detroit club music*
To commemorate the number in his moniker; I was going to share a risky 7 (half of 14 for those that are numerically challenged, including myself) of my favorite, timeless creations made by the underrated, innovative Ypsilanti native himself. But on a glance over the archives, I’ll have to do all 14. Yes. The full clip. Continue reading “ARTICLE/APPRECIATION: Happy Birthday Super Producer 14KT”
When the allure of travel is bypassed by border control drama!
via Daily Prompt: Deny
So you decide on a destination. This may or may not entail the accompaniment of friends. You submit the vacation form at work-
or if you are anything like me, decide that you are going regardless of whether they approve or deny your request as you have more or less pre-planned your resignation.
Continue reading “#SUITCASESTRUGGLES #1 : Border Beef”
In this article, I explore the art of music sampling in 5 (plus a BONUS) personal favorites of mine. Read on to find some well and lesser known samples used in a variety of genres and add them to your playlists. I guarantee you will never hear each song in the same way…. ever again.
Continue reading “ARTICLE: Winning Music Samples.”
Slur : This is a prompt I found via The Daily post. I believe that random prompts are an excellent method to challenge your creativity and gets the clocks ticking within your imagination. – @LHenrixx
They cuddled in their normal formation of ‘big spoon, little spoon’ as he jokingly called it. Him, in a fetal position, toned thighs gathered in unison near his stomach… With enough space left for her to sandwich her hands into his obliques. She loved those obliques. She, who stood a whole head and shoulders worth of height under him, snuggled toward his spine. A lavender and sea salt candle infused the room with a floral, musky smell. After a weekend of celebrating their wedding anniversary and two days until the bore of employment returned, they craved rest. Continue reading “FICTION: ‘Slur.’”
I then woke up in a pleasant hazy state, partially confused as I thought I had woken up and called in sick. I even had visualized walking outside, seeing a gray sky and retreating to my bed. I guess I subconsciously wanted this lasting feeling to be upheld as long as possible. I sat on the transfer bus to the penitentiary. Strong, stirring thoughts of the night before. Jonah’s kiss lingered in my psyche. Lingered long, strong and hard. I hadn’t wanted to sell myself a pipe dream, especially not after my last relationship and the after-effects, but when it came to the brief instances I had shared with Jonah, what a piece of pipe to dream over. I was glad I decided to take up his offer for a date. It took my mind off the Warden, the looming verdict of the planted contraband in my office, my inmate case files. He took my mind off the prison and from the unfortunate and untimely outcome of the racially profiled, looming death penalty Dericks’ case.
Continue reading “NOVEL EXCERPT: ‘Case Study X’”
A necessary, raw, literary observation of the current, empty music ‘wave’ otherwise known as ‘mumble rap’. The definition is self explanatory. #KnowBetterDoBetter #SaveYourselves
Check it Out!: http://itchysilk.com/lil-yatchy-young-thug-et-al-what-the-fuck-are-you-saying-no-really/
Continue reading “ARTICLE: ‘Death to Mumble Rap’ for @ItchySilk Mag”
A visual, truthful ode to ‘Wanderlust’ (definition: a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world). This project combined visual artists, a photographer, a fellow poet and a mood-setting, melodic music score (all contributors available in the credits).
If you lack substance, you and I lack longevity,
My dreams take place in New York
Where forks rest, entangled in tastes from Mounted dishes of fish tacos, giros and deli sides,
My fantasies reside in Cairo to Castries,
Markets and Marrakesh to Marigot Bay’s trees,
Erogenous escapes bring ease to me; I said erogenous escapes bring ease.
Continue reading “POEM/VIDEO: ‘Wanderlustful’”