Someone's Talking About Me...

I was doing some research for a new endeavor I have coming up and happened to find a short review of a reading I had last year during Seattle Urban Book Expo's event for Lit Crawl. This was right on time, because huuuuunnaaaaay! These rejected poetry submissions been rollin' in! It's always nice to have something positive to hold on to. Check it out below: "The last person to arrive at Hugo House due to the atrocious commute was the final reader, Kamari Bright. She was worth the wait. Bright read poems about senility and soul food, and about the difference between fresh orange juice and concentrate (the latter is the result of “trying to make something last longer than it should.”) A natural

Breaking Into Theatre

Toward the beginning half of April I had the immense pleasure of participating in a play written by the incomparable Anastacia Renee, titled "Queer, Mama. Crossroads". It was one of the best experiences I've had lately to bond with my fellow cast mates and pay homage to queer Black mothers who've died at the malice of police brutality. Every night we had an unique opportunity and challenge of engaging the audience into the lives and narratives that typically don't get attention, and everyone involved took that responsibility seriously. After putting as much as we could into these characters for 4 consecutive days without breaking down, our closing night came to an emotional somewhat bittersw

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