Beyond It's Disease
Photo credit: Diane Aldis
Beyond It's Disease
It's easier to talk about romance than it is to explore the meaning of love
There are entire industries exploiting the chemistry between magnetized bodies
drawn to each other and how the games are played
But love is quite another matter
Simplicity is deceptive; walking in the rain, holding hands, touching lips,
rubbing noses and...
Friday 18th August 2017 6:04 pm
Music Formerly Known As Jazz
photo credit: Intermedia Arts
Geneva and John Henry played songs like they learned them, by rote, for as long as they could but knots of unrequited living or unrequited love didn’t unraveling to satisfy their needs. Something more was required; a hook, a head or a melody wouldn’t carry them away anymore. They longed for passage to spaces beyond what they knew into somewhere other than here. Eve...
Tuesday 25th July 2017 7:23 pm
Waiting For A Spaceship (the book)
photo credit Bill Cottman
In Waiting For A Spaceship J. Otis Powell‽ pens a deep acknowledgement to both the pain of language and its potential for liberation. In these elegant and absorbing poems, J. Otis‽ plays soloist to a backdrop of jazz rhythm, capable of moving from the elegiac to the celebratory in one shift of tone, expressing the haunted nature of American life: “Ghosts hitch rides ...
Monday 5th June 2017 3:39 am
A Sin Of Omission
Photo credit: Innocent Technologies
A woman who says she loves me
Doesn’t use the interrobang at the
End of my name
My journey toward manhood / personhood
Includes finding an appropriate name to fit into
Maybe she doesn’t appreciate
I had to become my name to be a man
Nothing short of a sea change
Could have made me possible
People have trouble with my name
I’m ...
Saturday 27th May 2017 12:50 pm
Body of Work
Body of Work
I see me vanishing into
A moonlit morning expecting
A normal day but for months
"Normal" has assumed a new identity
On every single date
I'm befuddled by love
That embraces me tighter than I know how to receive
I'm confused about my origins again
Wondering why I came here in the
First place and why I'm going
Anywhere else.
Am I done this time,
...
Thursday 11th May 2017 3:36 am
Anniversary
Anniversary
There is no clean slate
No blank sheets of paper
To write our lives on
We erase and rewrite existence like
Painters whitewash
And rescape canvas
With images telling new stories
Often by another painter
In some other time
With alterative visions
No story is complete
Life goes on telling
The same story differently
From other sides of truth
Ce...
Thursday 13th April 2017 8:24 pm
Black Again for the First Time
“The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” TS Elliot
Sometimes when we’re together I don’t feel like a family of one. One of us starts a phrase for momentum, and the other will pick up pitch, tone and rhythm to meet somewhere in a chord. Themes in our rotation lead us to rendezvous’, sometimes in the house of Riely other times in hou...
Thursday 29th December 2016 10:39 pm
Esoteric (for #sayhername)
Esoteric
She stands bare footed
On a marble bathroom floor
The temperature outside has not
Risen to the predicted low for today
These days she keeps mostly to herself
No one else will bear it with her
Cold solitary dawns
When she thinks of love
She’s confronted with the clumsiness
Of language
Saying too much
And not enough
So she lives inside her libid...
Tuesday 8th November 2016 8:52 pm
What is Ours
We wear our sagas like garments
Until they stain pages with stories longer
Than mere memory
Deeper than day-to-day
Ghosts hitch rides on our bodies
Move inside soul
Changing us
Causing pain that moves
But won’t disappear
You and I swim in ambiguity of fortune
Toward distant shores
Fully dressed and carrying the weight of
Everything that clings to us
These...
Tuesday 11th October 2016 8:26 pm
Now What‽
With questions
Answers are already made
Improvised
We only know what we’ve written
What we’re writing is mystery
Our grasp holds only remnants
Of something
What we review is this:
We are
Racially human
Culturally poets
Promulgating an aesthetic
Of opposition and reflection
On dark spaces
Brillent corners
Truth hides and we like detectives
Uncover di...
Tuesday 11th October 2016 8:04 pm
Relativity
Relativity
Sometimes when we’re together
I don’t feel like a family of one
One of us utters a reflective phrase and the other
Picks up pitch and tune and rhythm
To meet somewhere in a chord with memory
And philosophical empathy
Themes in our rotation lead to rendezvous’ of Soul
Sometimes in the house of Riley
Other times in houses without walls:
Houses not made b...
Friday 19th August 2016 1:56 pm
Talking About You
Talking About You
“If you don’t know what you’re doing by now
You’ve wasted three generations of practice”
Said a poet to a doubter
Your name might have been Riley
There’re three generations of Riley(s) in your family
And it was your grandfather’s name
His daughters loved him; his son and grandson
Found the name too many layers of clothing to wear
A careless visitor...
Saturday 13th August 2016 2:00 pm
While Dew is on Roses
While Dew is on Roses
I over react to small things too petty to ponder
I’m super sensitive about how people respond to me
I have an inflated idea of my importance
And I need that to get through nights and days
Full of reminders of how broke down this old wagon is
Walking gives me more time to think about it than I want
Most days; especially walking alone
There are so many ...
Monday 8th August 2016 11:45 pm
Duck Back Solo
Duck Back Solo
I’m developing a duck back
I can’t carry water weight anymore
I let it roll off back to
From whence it came
I can hardy bear my own wetness
Other people’s fluid makes me dizzy
You however inspired me to write again
You have such power with me
I love everything I know about you
And want everything I can’t have
I don’t like everything but that’s l...
Saturday 6th August 2016 10:16 pm
I Know My Place
I Know My Place
I know my place too well
And I refuse to stay there
This place wasn’t made for me
It wasn’t made by me
It is a gilded cage
Designed to help me forget
Freedom
To help me deny truth
I’m quintessential artist
Channeling spirituality and culture
Like an appointed institution;
A craftsman coloring within lines
Just to learn where they are
B...
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 2:33 pm
Getting Out Alive
I will get out of here alive
Though appearances seem otherwise
And Myth(s) sell damaged goods
Of little Gods with small minds
And nothing interesting to do
I imagine living in all the metaphysics
I didn’t have enough time for
Wrapped in gasms of fruition
Your love (for me) follows me there
Because there is a better place for it
There two
Than here
Here is w...
Tuesday 2nd August 2016 4:09 pm
My Neighbor Across the Road
My Neighbor Across the Road
The road between us is one less traveled, with grass growing between cracks in the asphalt and deep neglected water ruts. It is a road with an incline reaching higher and beyond to some place through darkness tunneling toward light. Whatever we believe is divine is at a fictitious cul-de-sac of a never-ending avenue in a space that is neither rural nor urban, suburba...
Wednesday 11th May 2016 6:40 pm
Is Aways Be
Is Always Be
Imamu Amiri Baraka taught, “Is always be,” I’ve interpreted it many ways because I’ve had time to contemplate what it means and why it resonates. “The changing same,” sometimes depresses me but mostly there’s assurance that I’m not the first to face struggles for freedom and self-determination in worlds fenced off from each other with barbed wire. Change like the Mississippi River ...
Wednesday 27th April 2016 6:13 pm
Asphalt Sky
Photo credit: Jayanthi Kyle, painting by Emel Sherzad
Asphalt Sky (rewritten and edited Dec. 10th 2016)
The dominant color is black; white and yellow are infused in the middle and complicate the complexion of a sky hiding shadows. Space is still the place, but now it's covered with asphalt because it's been conquered as territory, as real estate, like some place that can be owned.
Another...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 7:06 pm
About the Skein I'm In
About the Skein I’m In
“It all depends on the skin you’re living in.”
Sekou Sundiata
A Family of One
Sometimes when we’re together I don’t feel like a family of one. One of us starts a repetitive phrase for momentum, and the other will pick up pitch, tune and rhythm to meet the other somewhere in a chord. Themes in our rotations lead us to rendezvous’, sometimes in the house of Reily o...
Wednesday 16th March 2016 11:24 pm
More Than Skin Deep
More Than Skin Deep
Dropping things
Losing things
Forgetting things
Like normal except
Now I have something else to acknowledge
For failing and not being able to figure
Out how to set things right again
As if they were
Ever
Right, I mean
Or if “spellcheck” knows what language
I think in
Live in
Write in
How does someone decide
To fight for someth...
Wednesday 13th January 2016 3:50 pm
Heavy
Heavy
All issues aren’t life and death
Though life and death are full of issues
Everything matters
We make priorities based on fear
We lie to protect secrets because
We don’t know how to be us
Without secrets
Compromises make cowards of us
Meanwhile that human race in a hand basket
Metaphor gets closer to hell everyday
We’re not running out of time
Time is run...
Wednesday 11th November 2015 12:34 pm
In Praise of Fallen Stars
In Praise of Fallen Stars
Who knows anymore when seeds
Were planted or how they got
Nurtured with such care for so long
Roots of kindred spirits reach deeply
Tangling underground thirsty
Hungry
Needy
Before pushing buds through warm wet earth
To explode into blossoms that
Smile at sun
Flirt with light
Their beauty attracts suitors
Who infatuate over mature...
Wednesday 12th August 2015 6:01 pm
Teeny Tiny Heart
Teeny Tiny Heart
by J. Otis Powell
How it happened is at lease two different stories
Maybe more if rumor takes hold and multiplies
Narratives like the telephone game we played
In school and at conferences
Who was there to inhale the changing air
To witness what two people alone knew
However every soul that gets a testimony
Develops new narratives when they leak a tale
...Tuesday 2nd June 2015 3:33 am
Double Dark
Double Dark
I
The ugliest thing I’ve seen was removed from my body
It was multi-layered different shades of brown and wet gray
It was a flesh-serving platter stacked high with dead tissue
I’m escaping skin again after eight years of recovering from
The last reincarnation of my ever-evolving soul and
Body has no choice but to come along and suffer in pain
Snakes do it in g...
Wednesday 27th May 2015 11:00 am
Until Rapture Melancholy
Inside we struggle for relief
And lose our minds trying
To accept this as our permanent
Address
We think we know how we
Arrived here with all our stuff
But sometimes we’re not sure which
Narrative is true
About how we crossed over
The threshold into a new home
We brought everything we love
With us and we are adapting
To a world we didn’t dream was possibl...
Saturday 23rd May 2015 11:44 pm
Brass Rings
"Wait to start the music
Draw pictures on the
Wall instead"
I requested
You made your images multidimensional and
Colorful like the worlds outside
Your mind
Sometimes we insist we know something and
Lock ourselves inside for security
Something that isolates us
Tricks us into cartoon land or worse
Still we waited for a visitor the music and time...
Pack up your ...
Tuesday 5th May 2015 5:24 pm
The Last Thunderstorm / photo credit: Bill Cottman
Splintered roots covered with rich black soil. Trees were unearthed and laid exposed to every passing eye. Ripped to shreds by lighting strikes. Trees egos and automobiles beat down by winds violent as fire. Traumatized beyond redemption and brought to a drastic epiphany. That is what summer storms are for. Just when we actually start to believe we have appropriated nature she reminds us who our m...
Wednesday 2nd July 2014 5:33 am
Once You See Light
photo credit: Bill Cottman Once You See Light by J. Otis Powell?! In response to Of What Use Is Poetry? by Amiri Baraka The question is meant to probe into how we carry weight through life, how we work through thickness talk through touching. I see what I see because of a prescription in my eyes. You see what you see separate and esoteric. Poetry is how eyes meet. Rhythm of hearts...
Monday 26th May 2014 4:31 pm
from How Deep is the Sky
photo credit: Bill Cottman So I have a riddle for you: Why is the sky blue? Now of course you can just keep reading and the answer will be given to you in a few lines or you can pause here and imagine an answer that allows you to contemplate an original possibility. One possible response is because the dominant color of the visible light spectrum is blue. At least that's a simple answer, th...
Saturday 24th May 2014 4:09 am
excerpt from Ever Ready
I was born expecting revolution and every day it did not come I was disappointed. What I did not understand came to me in a revelation of sorts; we live in perpetual revolution. I was waiting for it ignoring its ever presence. Revolution like evolution is 365 degrees of subtle adjustments, shifting paradigms. - From Bottomless Sky - Ever ready for revolution never ready to be enslaved. Wh...
Friday 2nd May 2014 5:20 pm
Holy Ghosts Dance
Holy Ghost Dance
Ivory bones at the bottom of the Atlantic
Ghosts dance to water music nobody composed
Dancing to holy tragedy
Captured
Shackled
Sold
Bought and shipped
Our bodies are home
Connected to stories evergreen
Our bodies are home
Immortals dancing
dancing to faint memories of
Ohm boom bah boom
Lost languages and historic
Legacies detached ...
Wednesday 30th April 2014 6:01 pm
Unexplained Bottomness / from Bottomless Sky
Aquanetta often escaped to privet realities wrapping herself in psychosis, delusions of inferiority, vanity or ego depending on her mood, the weather or carelessly thrown dice. She uses music as white noise in moments when she has control and memories of songs when she does not. Variations on what is known as jazz and its bastard children are about all she got. Sometimes it is all she wants or nee...
Wednesday 30th April 2014 3:56 pm
Vernal Equinox
Vernal Equinox
Spring is official
We're in the part that hangs us up
The thawing what's been forgotten
Under snirt and ice for months
Secrets left for safe keeping
Are announcing winter's dark season
Like confessionals
Transition or how hard spring can be
Reminds us of brutal beauty
Of life and death
Never considered separately
A tandem like
The War and Peac...
Saturday 22nd March 2014 4:36 pm
Songs and Stories and Poems
photo credit: e.g. bailey
Songs and Stories and Poems
The Chronic Blues Band was in rare form
That night
As they tended to be at The Blue Dawg
When they had an open bar tab and
The room was filled with second hand Cannabis
Smoke and electricity
Aquanetta had poems in her hand
And more on a music stand
Words flowed through her mind
Like a thawing river running
...Friday 28th February 2014 1:58 am
Space Finding Time
Space Finding Time
She dreamed a story
Of an amorphous
Wetness in the dark
That became a creative source
Of energy lunging
Into existence
She dreamed memories
Of origins and the genesis
Of perpetual motion
From a mysterious notion
Perhaps it was a feeling
A thought
All of a sudden there was desire
An urge
Purpose
An aquatic muse
The ability to mov...
Wednesday 26th February 2014 6:16 pm
Eleven (In Love With Beauty)
photo credit: Bill Cottman
Eleven
If I did not fall in love with beauty, wrote Amiri Baraka, I’d be cooler
Beauty took a vicious turn at a juncture of love and self-loathing
Media-made caricatures salt wounds of ancestors
Cannons that render us invisible still dominate history
If I had not fallen in love with autobiography I’d be cooler - stone cold
Monday 10th February 2014 4:54 pm
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Seven
She said nothing but bent her knees plié-like begging my eyes
Her closed-mouth-smile firm – reaching, gesturing come
I reluctantly melted, surrendering my will for the moment
Loving her invitation more than my stubborn resistance
All afternoon it was come and she’d disappear, come – disappear
Saturday 8th February 2014 5:53 am
When It Disappears
photo credit: Bill Cottman
When It Disappears
I love music when it’s searching
When the sounds aren't sure
When one note connects
Like family and new resolutions
Form through extempore solos
I love music when it’s copulating
When it’s out there on edge
When the Cats
Playing it are out there
Defying boundaries
Reaching for blue-green-lavender
Sound shapes
...Monday 27th January 2014 3:24 pm
Forgetting Home (or how can I forget you if you won't go away)
Photo credit: Kenn Thomas
Forgetting Home (or how can I forget you if you won't go away)
Euphemisms white wash his-story
So truth disappears under vague denial
Southeast USA above Florida
Sharing a border with Pensacola
Where the past lives on
In retrospective theme parks
The past is alive everywhere
Our world is full of museums
Memories gather into congregations
...Wednesday 22nd January 2014 11:50 pm
Imamu
photo credit the Givens Foundation
Imamu
After reading Is Always Be readers have asked if I knew Amiri Baraka. I indeed was a friend and associate of Baraka. I was introduced to his writing in undergraduate school in the early nineteen-seventies at a historically black university known as Alabama A & M University, not only in the classroom but in street performances of his poetry on campus....
Wednesday 22nd January 2014 7:03 pm
Blues Jeans
"This earthly life is merely an embryonic prelude to a new awakening." Dr. MLK, Jr.
Blues Jeans
A shadow of disappointment
Settled around their earnest campaign
Like ominous clouds
The debonair Martin who emerged
From his Gaston Hotel room
Dressed in a denim shirt over his dress shirt
And new blue(s) jeans folded at the cuff
Ready to march as a one-man campai...
Tuesday 21st January 2014 4:14 am
Publishing Partnership
photo credit George Roberts
FY 2014 Grantees of the Minnesota State Arts Board Cultural Community Partnership Grant - Rain Taxi Review of Books, Minneapolis:
Rain Taxi and partner J. Otis Powell‽ will work together to publish a book of new literary work by Powell‽. A reading and discussion will be open to the public. Rain Taxi, a catalyst and cultivator of literary culture on the local as ...
Thursday 16th January 2014 5:50 pm
Iguodala
photo credit: Kari Musil
Like whiskey aged
Mellowed
Slowed down
Old school
Remembered for it’s bite
Some flavors are acquired taste
Between dark history
And magic fairies
Is a legacy of ghosts
Who will not be stilled
By death or passage into
Other dimensions
Weeds are designated
By those with shallo...
Sunday 29th December 2013 3:31 am
House Of Harris
photo credit: Andy Arsham
House Of Harris
The alliteration of your existence has voice in wind
You are s-o-n and s-u-n of light
You are soul brother soul nephew and child of the solstice
Your heritage points toward more shine
More bright eyed wisdom
Shine on young Harris your passage has been paid
By your parents and their parent and all the parents on planet
Earth and ...
Saturday 21st December 2013 1:59 pm
Flavored Water
photo credit: Sarah Greenfield
Flavored Water
Almost every pot starts this way
Olive oil
Sweet and hot peppers
Purple onions
Garlic and little bits of ginger root
Another stone soup is under way
Stewing on low heat in oil
And just enough water to steam
(Cause you know they don’t mix well)
Until vegetables with chicken legs and thighs
Hardly sizzle together
...
Wednesday 13th November 2013 5:27 am
Kulture is a Klub
photo credit: Bill Cottman
Kulture is a Klub
For George Coleman
An old man named Change limped
Awkwardly
Clumsily up an avenue downtown
In his hand was a large unwieldy
Envelope labeled REVOLUTION
On his body hung a worn and frayed
Bluesed uniform embossed in
Stitches with the words
SPEEDY DELIVERY
He was expecting revolution
To come swiftly
But change co...
Wednesday 30th October 2013 11:04 pm
I USED TO DANCE
photo credit: Bill Cottman
I USED TO DANCE
I knew
I’d better learn to dance
I never knew how much was required
Or how long the music would last
I didn’t know how to catch
A segue before being trapped
On a dance floor or
Lost in drumbeats and bass lines
I used to dance… or
There was a dance
I used to do
There was a time
I used to dance the electric slide
...Wednesday 2nd October 2013 3:45 pm
(rewrite, repost) Amnesiacs
photo credit: Given Writers Retreat
Amnesiacs
Blue moods can lie
Or amplify truth
Colloid in regions of a soul
Blues gives reflections
Like broken mirrors
We live under the gaze of poets
Calling us to task
Whispering in our ear
To be unafraid
To subdue cheerful robots
To deliberate with happy slaves
To refuse to wear yokes of shame
A blue deep as ...
Wednesday 2nd October 2013 12:52 am
Little Wing / Epidermis
Little Wing 1968
by Jimi Hendrix
Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
...Tuesday 1st October 2013 5:59 pm
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