Once Upon A Chéri

Pain, Goodbye

Tue, 14 May 2013 10:23:38 -0400

The last time I looked Pain in the face, it darted it’s glance away.

In shame.

Said that it remembered those eyes, my mother’s eyes, and couldn’t bare to make the same mistake twice.

Pain was rightfully ashamed for what it did to my mother.

I just wish she was still here, so I could tell her that her eyes, the ones I borrowed, will never see Pain again.

Rest in peace Nicolé Antoinette Nutt

Dance

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 15:03:29 -0400

His feet taught his lips how to dance…

and we tangoed our way to summer

Restore

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 11:01:13 -0400

Fear is a thief

Don’t be robbed

Fade to black #highlights #color #haircolor #spring #twa...

Fri, 29 Mar 2013 10:18:00 -0400

Fade to black #highlights #color #haircolor #spring #twa #teamnatural #naturalhairdaily #curlbox #love #kisforkinky #aroundthewaycurls #picstitch

Ballet Flamenco de Andalucia

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 18:36:58 -0500

Ballet Flamenco de Andalucia :

Seeing this tonight. Can’t waiT

Miracle on Monroe

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 09:52:37 -0500

Miracle on Monroe:

Today at 2pm EST I’ll appear as Netta in this brilliantly written piece Miracle on Monroe. Check me out loves :)

Conclusion of a February Love Potion

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 10:36:09 -0500

SO…….it turns out that my February Love Poem Experiment became more private than posted, which I’m fine with. Guess I’m just waiting for the right time it unleash it all. But for now, here’s a snippet of the highlights:

Feb 4th

Dear Beautiful Brown Thing

Who curls toes tighter than Mali hair

And resolves the scent of abandon with a single breath.

Thank you for outsmarting incessant threats to render your spine flaccid.

Commandeering the voice from between your teeth,

But yet you speak slave song

And we hear hip hop.

I willfully shackle myself to back you

without question or concern for who has the key.

Feb 12th

The sun washed the face of the city, as it does every morning.

It scrubbed over windows and brushed the unreachable molars of skyscraper teeth

And eventually made its way to the Plymouth Rock crevices between his shoulders.

He winced.

She was in his eyes, on his skin and even beneath his feet.

The sun.

Waking her lover with a warm caress, best she knew how.

He complained, shuddered, hid his face.

Covered his eyes as she hung above him all day. Watching.

He was afraid. Hid in buildings, even ducked in the shade.

But when she left, just as the West began to swallow her whole, into night

He ran. Fought to watch her descent into the ocean.

And shuddered as she disappeared.

Feb 28th

Note to my future husband #7

Let’s not apologize for being ourselves.

Because we are the selves we’ve been waiting our whole lives for.

Aren’t you glad we found each other?

Ashes

Tue, 26 Feb 2013 11:05:00 -0500

Don’t take my hand if you fear the sensation of holding it

Don’t swallow my kiss out of thirst

Don’t hoard my warmth as if I’ve forgotten how to shiver

Be a glass of water

Be multi-purpose

Be neutral

Just don’t be afraid

Fear is a thief

and it may have already stolen You from Yourself

Burned you away

Left you with a husk of questons

A singed sack of regret

I wish I could help

but no one ever built anything out of Ashes

Excerpt from A Black Love

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 12:17:33 -0500

His Spine was the mast from which I hung my sails, and we drifted away to breaths uncharted

Middle Passage ghosts wailed underneath us and troubled the waters, but we made it ashore anyhow

Slave Song hidden under his tongue, but spilled through his teeth as 16 bars…I watched him spit Gold. Records.

Huddled together under the warm of ancestral lights in the black blue overhead, we enclosed the only warmth we had-familiarity. He hid me in the ravine of scars his back wore proudly. Carved by Master, Mama, Cop and now Me.

I studied Him and learned Me.

Feb 1st "Change" A Haiku

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 11:25:18 -0500

A penny for you

A dime and a half for me

We still don’t make cents

Love Poem Month

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 11:16:58 -0500

Ok so, I am NOT that gimmick person, at ALL, but I decided on a whim that I would challenge myself to post a love poem every day in the month of February. You know, in line with Valentine’s Day and the like…so here I go

Elder's Mythology of Grass Part 1: Miracle on Monroe by Jerome A. Parker

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 12:34:56 -0500

Elder's Mythology of Grass Part 1: Miracle on Monroe by Jerome A. Parker:

Livestreaming of a friend’s play reading that I have the pleasure of appearing in today. Tune in live at 8pm Eastern Time

Wanna be (loved like)- an excerpt

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 11:23:23 -0500

I don’t wanna be loved like a hobby or a pastime, I wanna be loved like a passion, like a calling and a purpose and we pass time without noticing

I don’t wanna be loved like a craving or a guilty pleasure, I wanna be loved like nourishment. Like health, like replenishment. Because junk food is always easy, always cheap but hardly ever worth it. I wanna be loved even when it doesn’t taste the best, but you know you’ll be better off, better along, better still.

I don’t wanna be loved like a memory or a fantasy, stuck somewhere where fingers break trying to reach, aching. I wanna be loved like the present. Loved like this moment. Because that is exactly What, When and Who I am.

Excerpt-from RUBY PLACE NEST ON THE GROUND by Angelica Chéri

Wed, 17 Oct 2012 16:48:02 -0400

After their first kiss.

ESTHER: Your lips are like little pillows. I never thought lips would feel like that. Like soft little pillows.

WILLIE CARTWRIGHT: Then go to sleep.

He kisses her again.

"I am not afraid to wind it, wind it. I am not afraid to keep your pace. I am not afraid to create..."

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 09:13:33 -0400

“I am not afraid to wind it, wind it.
I am not afraid to keep your pace.
I am not afraid to create my queendom.
I am not afraid to take my place.”

- Jill Scott

Excerpt-Untitled

Tue, 28 Aug 2012 12:06:07 -0400

Her apartment was alive.

The windows soft inhaled the drapes and suckled, as if to drink the purple from their threads.

Like juice.

The elevator rose through the building’s throat, and sat there open.

Singing a single note. Gently waiting.

Everything longed to be quenched.

Pearl

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 01:58:05 -0400

Love that hides under the sand until it crystallizes. #Fortune

The Cure

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 12:40:40 -0400

She said must’ve been the cure, or at least she’s seen it, knew it at some point. Tattoos wouldn’t stick to her skin, link ink was afraid to live within. She intimidated ballpoints and left printer cartridges unstable with self-deprication. She must have the answers, but the answers must fear the light of day. They won’t let her get close. Don’t be afraid little inklets. Come to Mama.

stagemanagerchronicles: onceuponacheri: Stills from the play...

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 12:26:31 -0400

stagemanagerchronicles:

onceuponacheri:

Stills from the play The Yin and the Yang of the incredible Simone Leanora (IRIS) and Donovan Christie Jr. (MO)

Love it! Shame my agenda didn’t allow to see it. Any revival soon?

Oh yes love, it’s coming back for sure!

Wingspan

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 10:59:06 -0400

I saw a sparrow going up the stairs with her legs.

Her legs instead of her wings.

She went up the hard way.

Was it that her wings were broken, or did she just forget how to use them?

I wonder if I ever do that. Baby step by step when I could just fly to the top.

Don’t be insulted wings, sometimes we just need a reminder if who I am.

More than a sparrow; I’ve got a bigger wingspan.