U.K. sensation Ebony Thomas, aka, “Ebony Bones”, is transforming the air waves and fogging up the monitors with her intriguing style. Her sound is a mixture of Afro-punk, rock, and funkadelic.
Independently, thrashing down stereotypical brick-walls, she kicks high in her blond Afro and combat boots. An origami rainbow walking, she screeches and wails her song (our song)..her colorful anthem shouts “Hell, YEAH!! BLACK GIRLS ROCK..and we ROCK HARD!”
Listen to “Warrior”
and check her out on Myspace
Deep desperation and longing..
broken glasses and shattered windows..
My heart aches.. but I can’t fix it.. I don’t know how..
..a pain unlike anything I have ever felt. What heals this? What makes this better? I know time.. but I ain’t got time.. now. What heals this NOW?
Can I drink it out.. Can I drug it out.. Can I fuck it out?..Can I pray it out? (tomorrow)
I hurt. I hurt and I don’t know how to fix it.
Empty tears and silent cries..deaf and dumb..
He wraps me … Continue reading
The Memory: The St. Louis African Arts Festival
It’s that time! That time that happens once a year at the end of May, in St. Louis.
That time, when it’s the right time to share, to reunite, to connect, to laugh, to hug, to cry, to dance barefoot..and say “Dang, they got big!” It’s time to allow African drums to plan the day. It’s time to express, to create, share, to prosper, and to be. It’s time to for the “St. Louis Art Festival“.
It doesn’t matter if it’s 100 degrees or pouring rain, nothing stops this show. This reunion happens faithfully and has since it’s … Continue reading
I had this dream last night about the cartoon “Chowder” I dreamt that Me, Chowder, Mung Daal, and the goofy one (Rada Rada)- Shinitzel were lost in a Parallel Universe with these translucent floaty aliens. We were running through the cartoon streets, desperately trying to escape these creatures. We ran until we came to what we thought was the “Kitchen” and assumed that we made it safely home. But, NO! Remember, we are in a Parallel Universe so everything looks like well, hell Everything.
Anyway, I (of-course) had this strong desire to bake Peach Cobbler (yummy). Well, right … Continue reading
No matter how it’s displayed the dream is never deferred.
The laughter, the mimic, the dance, the play of the children. The hope of us..
The message never dies..
All we need is 1 to start a (Revolution).
Change is inevitable but the right kind of change lies in the eye of the beholder.. What do you think the children see?
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The children that you see in the above video, are from one of the CDF Freedom Schools … Continue reading
Step and Fetch it
1 hop..Two hops..Three
A Rhumba groove…. A beat…Viva la mi!
A twist of my thigh, and a hard jiggle of flesh..
My heel points and ankle rises
Right leg stretched high…
My neck reaches behind me
Back bent and breast arched
Sweat glitters on my exposed shoulders
Up I bounce…Shimmy Shimmy..Cha Cha Cha..
Click back right..Click back left…. Up right..Up left
Bend forward now RISE-
(Smile)..Flounce your hair.. Shimmy Shimmy..Cha Cha Cha..
I grab and take it..
A final bow..and I leave the stage
damp and scorched
breathless and rich.
The Power of Non-Reaction
To React or Not?
The question enters me frequently. (I), like so many other human beings; bounce between my spiritual self (the all knowing, righteous, peace seeking, and zen loving part of me) and the physical self (skin, emotion, vengeful, lustful, spontaneous, thoughtless, and carefree part of me).
I wrestle with myself on what to do when confrontational situations come up. Sometimes, I think of how I will fend off moral uncomfortable incidents? Also, if I am attacked, do I fight back? If I am verbally disrespected; do I myself become just as belligerent? Do I debate and challenge all … Continue reading