I prayTo a God of restThat reaps the harvestOf seeds sownWe are fed by our deedsBut life resides in the […]
Dwayne B! The Crochet KingpinDwayne Lawson-Brown aka the “Crochet Kingpin” is a homegrown DC native poet, activist, break-dancer, and fashion designer. Dwayne has been known to write a pretty good haiku in his day which led his receiving the Best Haiku Award at the 2011 National Underground Spoken-Word Poetry Awards (NUSPA). His work to increase HIV awareness through spoken-word garnered recognition from the Congressional Black Caucus Foundation, BBCAmerica, The Discovery Channel, and The Washington Post. Ultimately Dwayne's goal is to force audiences to feel. He tends to meet goals. When not documenting his life through poetic meter, Dwayne can be found on the metro making scarves and hats, or singing karaoke.
Quantifying A “Win” or “It’s Better Than The Usual, I Guess”
Guilty is notA father’s hugWon’t undoA family’s grievingThe childrenLittered on asphaltTheir warmthWatering the rock Every victory isn’t joyous A cause […]
For Orozco The Embalmer I.From dustlustmultiplicationbreathfailure and stepsmathematics and its trappingswax melting on hot radiatorswinter crush — warm beginningsfresh airin […]
I.Shadow dancesWith lightPartners — unheld II.My webIs wide stretchedThinBarely enough to holdBut it is home III.Your skyA wide blackHolding spaceFor […]
Distant lover sitsIn wait. Phone screen dimly glows.Crumbs for the starving.
A City Awakens
The people are outChasing a lost yearMakeshift barsIn oft forgotten guttersA city breathesFamiliar in a new world And everyone mourns […]
The Old Player’s Lament
I want to playBut the game ain’t what it used to beFingers just can’t find the spotsTo make a fine […]
“The Time Keeper’s Tick” or “Black Boy Studies Phenomenology”
Time doesn’t waitIt isEvery moment livedAll of time turned on its sideA solid block of timeA cut — a slice […]
A Dejected Muse Advises A Reluctant Poet
and don’t erasethe next line may be the onethe high — chasedand the crash will be just as mighty a […]
Oh damn my nigYou ain’t knowLiving is for white folksEverything is an excuseTo snuff your fireflyWatch your glow burn outIn […]