Dance of the NoName Diva by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Dance of the NoName Diva

Dance of the NoName Diva (…my 19 year old son, home from college, invites me to concert…December 31, 2017, Lincoln Hall, Chicago) The conspiracy of nodding heads To blunted out sounds percolating Slow burn Afro punk vibe on the low end Making lights dance through smoky club haze Making son and friend dance stiffly And then loose themselves like boiling […]

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Invitation is a poem by Greg Powell of Being Hueman

Invitation

Invitation What if everybody had religion And the living word was love? No will to power but compassion To prosper. No ideology to conquer, Schism to compel. evolution Out living hell to state of no jails. No greed to deny what we need. And we didn’t name it something Other people cannot be. if we loved The waters, air, life […]

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Billy Branch and Sons of the Blues by Greg Powell

For Billy Branch and Sons of the Blues

For Billy Branch and Sons of the Blues seventh sons of seven sons of seventeen sun sultans of seven suns be Sons of the Blues. mirrors crawl along black walls broken by lavatory doors and pathways emitting garden of fried scents conjured in the kitchen and windows open to midnight desolation of east 79th chandeliers drip spots of electric lights […]

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