Peace beautiful people!

Dwayne B here. Just wanna show love for all the support and action I’ve been getting on the website as of late.


Folks are always looking for an outlet; safe place to express and feel free. Many have found the internet to be that place, but as time goes, the internet seems to be a more hostile place to share.

The fact that I can be free and express myself and support the artist I love and get the type of support I’ve been receiving… that means the world to me.

So with that, thank you. If you want more poetry here, let me know. You want more crochet, let me know. You want more info on the infinigrind family, let me know. I want this to be a conversation; a place to build the collaborations and support when need.

I love all y’all.

-Dwayne B! Bka the crochet kingpin.

Dwayne Does La-Ti-Do!

This is a collection of the poems I’ve performed at La-Ti-Do.

What is “La-Ti-Do” you ask?

Curated and hosted by Don Michael Mendoza and Regie Cabico, La-Ti-Do made its debut to a full house in Washington, DC on January 23, 2012 at The Black Fox Lounge in Dupont Circle and since then, it has become Washington, DC’s premiere musical theatre cabaret and spoken word series to serve the DC artistic community on a weekly basis. The show then opened a touring chapter in New York City on June 9, 2013 at Bowery Poetry Club and continues to do so on a monthly basis. Currently, the show is housed at Bistro Bistro in DC made a special appearance at 54 Below in New York City. Past musical performers include Helen Hayes Award nominees and recipients: Nicholas Rodriguez, Priscilla Cuellar, Diana Huey, Nova Y. Payton, Erin Driscoll, Matt Conner, Chris Sizemore, Will Gartshore, and Joshua Morgan alongside international spoken word artists: Gail Danley, Sonya Renee Taylor, Sophia Walker and Vijai Nathan.

For More on La-Ti-Do click here!

I want to thank Don Mike Mendoza and Regie Cabico for having me! I was my absolute pleasure!

“Whatchu Been Up To Dwayne?”






When folks ask what I’ve been up to, I often have to see a little bit of everything. I’ve been crocheting, hosting, performing, writing for myself and others. I have dreams that I want to make happen. I have bills, a home I want to be financially ready for the moment it hits market, and a family that I want to insure will be well long after I’m gone.

So what have I been doing? I’ve been living. Just like everyone else.

Peace safety and blessings,


PS: Darius took this photo yesterday while we ate lunch. Now I just have to get him to give me a warning.

On finding love in the midst of crisis

I love movies that pull feelings out of my heart. The latest being “Seeking a friend for the end of the world”.

I’m 31 and single. I’m no longer sure I believe in a legally binding marriage. I feel like my closest friendships are becoming harder to maintain, and I honestly believe that with my luck, I would survive the apocalypse. I’m pretty sure I’m on the verge of my midlife crisis, which would mean I’m going to die at 62. Which would be longer than I would have ever expected to make it.

Before I die, I have to do a conga line through a restaurant toward marijuana and glowsticks.

What I’m saying is I have goals.

I believe in love. I see it when I look in my son’s eyes. I hear it when my co-parent says “Darius’ dad” instead of “baby daddy”. I know it when present with Spit Dat family. I share wonderful experiences with wonderful friends; that’s love. Walking sunsets, harassing our friend who works the night shift at Harris Teeter, praying the most ratchet songs come on at “socially conscious” events. This life I’m gifted to lead is full of love.

My “one love” is out there; I know it. The person I’ll be comfortable with sharing all of these experiences; who will share enough trust with me to not have to always be present. Who will understand commitment and rings are not mutually exclusive. We will build our relationship out of friendship and goals.

And it will be beautiful. Like finding love in the midst of crisis.

#poetry – Same Train

Dear Sista across from me

Dressed in the dopest floral piece

With the hoop earrings,

You would never believe

what happened to me;

I was stabbed in the back by a friend.

No it’s OK,

’cause if things hadn’t gone that way,

We definitely wouldn’t be across from each other.

I can’t help but notice the long look on your face;

Were you also bitterly replaced?

Relieved of your duties as friend to another that you stood for,

Was up to no good for, and walked through hoods for?

Damn, could it be,

that possibly we are on this same train,

writing the same thing,

cause our situations are the same;

Desperately trying to eliminate the same pain,

from the same games, pouring down the same rain?

Oh, what did you say?

I’m sorry here’s your pen back.

#Poetry – Home of the Brave

Oh say can you see,

Over the blinding light,

That through rockets red glare,

We’ve been chosen to fight,

Can’t get any sleep, from the planes over head,

Not like I could anyway, for my eyes know bloodshed.

Plus the scent is still full,

All the soot and burnt flesh,

Getting airtime all day from an overly obsessed press.

In this time of distress what am I to do,

Get drafted, go to war, and get killed just like you.

Well you know I’m down for that.

To save this land of values,

Where else can I get stereotyped and racially,

Where you can cheat your way into office,

And be seen as fake and rude,

And not only screw the nation, but the interns too.

Where we can pass by the homeless to buy a pair of shoes,

On the way the pay for wrestling that we saw on Pay Per View.

Who am I not to rave at the chance to save the day,

For a nation who long ago would have had me be a slave.

I mean it is my blood and my pulse that pave the way,

To the streets and the railroads and how they are today.

But hey, that’s ok, for everyone shall meet their grave,

For the land o’ the free, and the home of the brave.

I wrote this piece in late 2001. It hurts my heart that for many of us it is still so incredibly relevant.

#thatpoetryhost – The Race


I am racing the sunset to my doorstep.
Jet in taxi
Last text message sent.
Smooth jazz oiling disjointed eardrums
As I prepare for a sandwich of clouds.

The water below resembles a
Sequined welcome mat;
A glittery invitation to follow the current course.


We pierce the fluff ceiling like light,
An easy lift through;
Much unlike security checks
or other man-made necessities.


I feel her on my back,
Sunshine has found me leading the way,
Blazing a trail to a place called home.

#thatpoetryhost – On Dancing


They asked me who you were,
Who the “she” must be on the other side,
The one receiving my poetry;
I’m a professional dancer,
Avoiding names like uneven pavement,
Stepping sure to save grace.
We are a pirouette,
A spin move,
A side step for inquiring eyes.
For me,
You have in all ways been a sure shot.
Freeze held strong in my view.

Keep dancing love, I’ll continue to keep pace.