ebony moncrief

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The writer can grow as a person or he can shrink. ... His curiosity, his reaction to life must not diminish. The fatal thing is to shrink, to be interested in less, sympathetic to less, desiccating to the point where life itself loses its flavor, and one’s passion for human understanding changes to weariness and distaste.”

Norman Mailer

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ray charles, 'come rain or come shine'

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dance yourself clean

do whatever it is that makes you feel better. whatever cleanses your soul and clears your head. do whatever will purge your troubles from your mind. whatever will heal your broken heart. do it joyfully and relentlessly. rejoice in it! let it distance you from all that is worrisome. do it until you are clean.

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inspired by boxes

a silhouette of a dancer, is all that's left in the box.

the microphone no longer spreads a voice,

the pencil has nothing left but an eraser,

a notebook, with no time left...

memories.

the sun has set

the moon is out

she dances only for twilight 

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the perfect hue

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Tree Top Dwelling

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The Ouroboros, Greek for ‘tail swallower’  is depicted as a snake in circular motion swallowing it’s tail 

It originated in Egypt to symbolize the sun; in terms of Gnostic beliefs, it is a referral to the solar god Abraxas, signifying infinity and the soul of the earth.

To those of alchemy it represents the spirit of Mercury (a substance that pervades all matter) and continuous renewal, life and death and the balance of opposition. A double Ouroboros (two snakes swallowing one another) reflects volatility, and spiritually it conveys the harmony of upper and lower natures.

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we’re in a groove right now

words dont need to be spoken 

because our hearts are talking

beating

with the same rhythm

at the same pace

on the same page

timed to perfection

we’re traveling together 

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"Freedom. Is a want and will for something more. Its not a plight to be remembered but more a vent for your ideas and thoughts. You try and tell someone that sometimes you imagine a cobra with black and white eyes in your day dreams and you'll be put in a home. Sing it to them and they can see his scales."

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Yasmin Sewell via carolinesmode

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my winter

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writing excercise: color

she was green with envy. jade colored eyes watched a rapidly setting sun morph the calm forrest into an unwilling hunter. day no longer exists; night becomes a way to catch prey. lemon and lime lit lightening bugs illuminate her way as she runs through blades of grass in emerald and lace. darkness deepens, night takes over, day no longer exists. 

the prompt: pick a color. start a story/poem using the color. only use the color word once but suggest the color in as many ways as possible. 

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i like...

poEtry, puBlic speaking,  hOsting events, piaNo, psY trance

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rene russo vogue circa 1976. photo by francesco scavullo

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fletcher

take me away! he decreed as he fell down a tunnel for which he saw no light at the end of. just the weightlessness of questions he no longer felt he needed answers to. he was free to be whatever he wanted. in the midst of all the freedom, the relief, the weightlessness was the most defined sensation of a magnificent breeze personally saying hello to every hair on his body. despite possessing all he ever wanted, still he couldn’t breath. air was all around but he couldn’t catch it; sustain it long enough to fight his way back. it was too late. suddenly the fall didn’t feel freeing.

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