I am a hopeless romantic. I love the idea of "love", though I often am unsure of it's plausibility. I've been on a personal journey redefining and unlearning the "Disney" idea of love for some years and processing my concept of romantic and personal love each day. I find this important to state as I … Continue reading Book Review – “N Search of H.E.R.” By H.J. Lee Bennett, III a.k.a. Lee The Poet
Hi, I'm Dwayne Between being a dorky dad, A sexual health Educator, And #thatpoetryhost, I take time to run a small crochet business. I crochet every stitch myself And sell things both online And at various events in the DMV It's been a busy past few months So I'm just sharing some of the pieces I've … Continue reading Crochet Recap
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Breakdancing, crocheting on the Metro and HIV education: Dwayne Lawson-Brown, a DC poetry slammer and host, is famous around town for more than his spoken word.
The atmosphere in the crowded room at Busboys and Poets, a DC poetry location, is vibrant, open and easy-going. It’s a big variety of people among the 150 men and women coming together at this warm evening at the end of March for a poetry slam Open Mic event: They have alternative styles, the majority is black but there are also white businessmen in suits.
They clap and nod their heads to the beat and every now and then, somebody snaps his fingers to show his appreciation for the spoken and chanted words – just like in the times of the Beat Generation, even if the poetry community doesn’t have to meet in the basements anymore.
While all this is happening, two black…
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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 … Continue reading “Whatchu Been Up To Dwayne?”
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 … Continue reading On finding love in the midst of crisis
I am not a man I am rooibos, earl grey, chai. I'm a bag of spices and herbs Sitting in a tub surrounded by ice and wind. Sharing my insides with others. The breeze above our human tea, A chilled request for embrace.
I am racing the sunset to my doorstep. Ready Set . . . Go! 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 … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – The Race
Greenhouse Light bulbs Blossoming vines. Good company Is something You can't buy.
They asked me who you were, Who the "she" must be on the other side, The one receiving my poetry; Texts; Attention. 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 … Continue reading #thatpoetryhost – On Dancing
She dances. She's icelandic Living in Chile She's different With different eyes and lips She's a breath of familiar. A reader. Now she's a poem.