Category Archives: poems

Poems for Mothers… this is, Amir Sulaiman

“but when I think about my childhood, I don’t think about poverty, I remember how she

hugged me, kissed me, taught me, loved me / and I know you’d prefer another broken neck to a broken heart…”

Amir Sulaiman

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simmered

when our words turn into food
the homeless serve the children
and the moon match the sun for seconds of fun
we disguise language arts between the cracks of our
sidewalks
and everyday people exhibit civilization

no despite
no in spite
no spite

If our words could turn into food
I’d promise you a garden.

nikki skies copyright 2014

How Do You Father Another Man’s Son? – a poem by Conney Williams (video post)

“Don’t just lend them your name / give them the gristle at the end of your bone!
reveal your scars and your tears / hide your prayers inside their lunch” – Conney Williams

Enjoy this poetry video post featuring the words from a Los Angeles literary legend,
Conney Williams.

From the poetry cd, “unsettled water”. 

If you are in the Los Angeles area, support Conney at his release party, May 8th 6:30 pm at Vibrations, 2435 Manchester Blvd in Inglewood!
Please visit www.conneywilliams.com

Artists Must Remain Uncaptured

dreams
expansive / mystified like the flow of the Nile
we ran the dance of gazelles
unafraid to tempt the thunder / or route the flow of rain

we declared ourselves artists
and we spoke paint and poem / dance and drums
made HIStory and HERstory relevant next to fish and broccoli
fed and fast / we believed in beliefs.

then / we became responsible for others thorns
that bruised our bellies to disengage our content with imperfections
our crossbows captured
we inhaled common breath and put our rapid beating hearts asunder.
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Dear Artists,
We all birth days of doubt. But we have to remember that what is known today is what we wrote yesterday. What we carved in tombs and tree trunks. What we buried in gravel and red dirt.
Messages we interpreted from shooting stars and scattered bones. We are the tendons for mobility. We must remain abandoned from group thought. Resilient to time. Familiar with the gifts of jasmine.

dream.believe in the flow of your blood.and the loud slurs in your garden.
we have stories to write.8counts to prance.rhythms to flow.
we must remain uncaptured.
love,
Nikki