Sunday, November 12, 2006

Instead, I bake...


Chocolate Chip Cookie Rain Drops (c) Copyright 2006 Yolonda D. Coleman

Chocolate chip cookie dough lay between my nails. I baked them fresh for a man who's not here. Their Eyes Were Watching God is on constant rewind, Janie and Tea Cake's Love makes me thirst for my time when...

My beloved will sneak behind me while I'm baking his love in the oven
And he asks me to take a break so he can show me some lovin'
And it's not the lovin' in the bedroom
but his passion that makes his energy rise
the very thing that puts a sparkle in his eyes
and when he looks at me, I remind him of all the good vibes
that make him produce, paint, write, design and weave the fabric of our love.

"Here, let me show you," he says while guiding my hand across the keyboards of life
with the brush strokes of love, I listen to his melody and bask in his revelry

I'm in his classroom of love, and I gladly sit in the front to be called upon
when he seeks the answers to romance his untold mysteries.

I bookmark his pages with my heart, but there will be no need for the future
because I am his never changing present.

I lick my finger tips of chocolate dreams and close my eyes hoping to see his lips touch mine...our first kiss...while it rains.

It's a good thing I'm a dreamer who knows one day, it will come true.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

oooh did we laugh...and dance


It was a family reunion on U Street. Friends came out the shadows of the past as far back as junior high school (grades 7-9 for those who only know of the middle school concept).

My girl, Vanshay, and I got spiffed up for a comedy show at Cada Vez. Our table mates were two good, down to earth bruthaz who also wanted to kick it on a random Friday night. It felt good to enjoy the company of the opposite without sex keeping us company. Thanks, Ken and Tab.

Our table was a colorful buffet with wings, shrimp and drinks. Had we known we were going to cough up our lungs, we may have just considered air to refresh us. Will E. Robo was the headliner. He built his career off an amazing talent of being onomatopoeia personified.

After the comedy show, Vanshay and I sauntered down the street in our afterglow to Bar Nun. One Luv was headlining at the top of the club. I don't know what he had in his finger tips, but his buffet of Tribe Called Quest songs wore my press and curl OUT! Whew! Ms. Carleen would be seeing me sooner than she thought.

Nevertheless, this was simply a reminder that "You don't have to take your clothes off to have a good time." You just simply have fun. Simply love life and you'll have a climax every day!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

And so I went home last night.

T
Tabi Bonney put me in the "Pocket." www.myspace.com/tabibonney




Washington, D.C.'s U Street has become my Harlem. Having moved from place to place on I95, I've realized that the home of my spirit is on U Street---between 12th and 14th and U Streets. It is where my past, present and future live.

I get my second wind on Mondays at 9pm. I'm not a drinker but Bar Nunn is my watering whole. I'm refreshed with luv and lounge in the comfort of very concious people, art, music and literature. It's my weekly sugar rush. Though my day lasts from 5am-1am, I surprisingly wake up with a glow because the love that is made fills me far beyond any fleshly orgasm someone might claim to provide.

In one evening, I broke bread with Jacob Lawrence and was the subject in Gordon Parks photography. I was honored to have been a guest of D.C.'s mobile library in the past and was welcomed back with opened arms, not as an author but family. I was glad to know that my time at home wouldn't just end on Mondays. After taking care of business, my Thursdays or Fridays will be spent, in some capacity with the 51st State...this is when I can laugh out loud and not apologize for it.

I once told Nigerian artist Victor Ehikhamenor that the rebirth of the rebirth was in Chocolate City. The friends I now run circles with live next door to me at Duke City, Bar Nunn, Cada Vas and Bus Boys and Poets. If ever you wanted to meet the children of The Renaissance, the daughters, sons, nephews, and neices of the creative past, take a trip to my house. It's warming.

U Street. My street.

-A Brown Girl

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Monday, November 06, 2006

Even my pillows are bunned up




It's lose your toe in the cold freezing in the Washington, D.C. area this morning. It's so cold, even my pillows are bunned up to keep warm in my home where the heat is set on a blazing 80 degrees.

As much as I can't stand creepy crawly things i.e.: the influx of crickets and spider grasshoppers that spend more time in my living room than me, I'm not going to fight them today. They're just trying to find a place to live---at least until the sun rises---so their little legs won't freeze.

Finding clothes to wear in this changing weather is becoming an issue for me. Still in a Sunshine State of mind, few of my skirts have a lining. I have to double up on tops because I'm somehow disillusioned that the sun will come out and warm me like a caramel machiato (did I spell that right) from Starbucks. The sun did shine at 7ish this morning, but I think it has the flu or something. It has a fever but feeling the chills.

It might be wise for me to visit Burlington Coat Factory and invest in the latest wool blends and feet pajamas. No need to fight the coming of winter, it's inevitable that this year will be a blistering one. BRRRRR!

-A. Brown Girl