#d. colin

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So here's to paying poets before they die. Here's to paying for art in all its different forms.  Here's to nurturing an artist economy that feeds the social economy and welfare of our communities. We owe it to ourselves as poets to believe we're worth it.

Tonight’s Cantab feature is Capital City region poet and organizer D. Colin! This is from her essay “A Poet’s Worth,” available on her website.

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Boston MFA Open Mic Experience featuring Tarishi M.I.D.N.I.G.H.T. Shuler, D. Colin, and Jordan Taylor Hill...

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Check out this poem by (D. Colin) for any and All Black Women!!!

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Take a listen to this brilliant new poem by (D. Colin)!!!

[dcolin]

Every word is a prayer lifted up through a pen and two lips humbled by the power that leaves them. Every moment is an unfinished poem and a chance to live in rhyme and reason. This life is a gift, this gift is a choice; to not use it is treason to the core of a soul hungry for peace and freedom. ~D. Colin

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i be like power to the people.

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To Assume

Consumption of assumptions  causes symptoms of corruption,  Tortuous conditions  of the soul’s volcanic eruption  from suppression of the questions,  Constructing destruction  makes for confusion and illusion  Dizzy answers like dancers  Pirouetting with soul cancer  Diseased minds lose candor  when there is no question, no anchor  To assume much is to know anger  Yet some people would rather  swim shallow with no water.

~D. Colin

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this art won't leave me  

yearning to share bitter and sweet

ripe with fruit to bear

i swear sometimes i weep 

from the possibilities i think

it sees me before i see 

says boo before i peek 

but as far as i climb i never reach the peak 

stroll in the moon's light like it is a halo 

reach inside where it feels hallow 

chase after God and fill it full

push when fear pulls

i want to right fear in these poems 

hold it in the palm of this hand

read my future and handle it. Dare

leave my self bare on a road to a dream  

doubtful nights interrupted sleep

the ideas rush through my mind 

i find at times i feel like

the only one who thinks them 

then be afraid to share them

to stand   alone   is an act

of courage i need

more than knowledge to manifest 

everyday is a test i can only study to up

grade the next set of hours 

and pass only with humility in knowing

the world is not mine. It's ours

a discipline requiring discipline and balance

honest art lies in the search for it 

rather than profit 

and i must remind myself often

i will move in this space with my arms stretched

my neck bent towards heaven

hold my breath in syllables and rhymes

creating wells up like tears in my eyes 

and the music to the truth in this voice. 

This life of creativity is a choice 

the riches are embedded in the words

and the hearts of people who welcome them 

to walk in the unknown is an act of freedom 

the fear is less when i walk into it 

touch destiny with my fingers to feel where it fits

hold it like a pen to write i was here 

only because i grappled fear without fear

tomorrow i will wake where i am ready for art and life

and i will write like it is my first time

with nothing but a piece of my heart to read

and an art that won't leave me.