Tuesday, May 18, 2010

How to Kill the Game...

Be this girl...

Make this video...

Release this album...

And there you have it. Easy. Now other "artists" can go kill themselves.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

All Sorts of Poetry Things

Well, as you can see, my 30/30 turned out to be only 20 poems. I started about 40, and though I'm sad I didn't get to finish all of them, I'm glad I got to share most of them with you good folks. Thank you for reading, for your comments, critiques, and praise. I sure do appreciate it! I'll see you next April for more rapid fire poetry madness. In the mean time, we got lots of other business to attend to.

Thing Number One: Low key, my book came out. It's called Five Three and Rising and you can get it here, which leads me directly to Thing Number Two: I have a website. It is BlakIsBeautiful.com and I dare you to disagree. However, you should still feel free to stalk Blak Hand Side (the blog that you are currently reading), 'cause all the finest fuckery takes place here. "Fuckery" leads to Thing Number Three: I co-host an open mic (along side Judy Holiday... the poet, not the dead lady) every Monday night called Brass Knuckles that you should break your neck trying to get to. Currently we are holding Slams to form the 2010 Los Angeles Slam Team, so if you want to be a part of that in any way (slamming, judging, watching, making strange faces), then bring yo'self. If you want to know what we are doing at any moment, follow us on Twitter.

Aside from that, I have lots of features coming up all over the place. I'll be at Elevated in San Diego this Thursday, A Mic and Dim Lights on June 10th, and so on and so forth. Be sure to check the site for upcoming feature dates. Word to your Mom.

Saturday, May 1, 2010


Today she was locs freshly washed
And newly twisted
Ponytail with a head band
Hello Kitty necklace, on
Nails, hot pink
Bonnie bell lip gloss, strawberry
Toast, heavily buttered
Socks to the knees
And a pair of Nikes
An only offspring
With half siblings
A father less child
with too many parents
She is parenting the caretakers
More mature than her mother
Wiser than her elders
And yet, it is a big World
And she is still so small
I hate to see her get out of the car
Weekend bag, packed
and school back pack on her shoulder
She is strong
Today is Friday
She has a long way to go
She has a journey ahead of her
that will take her farther than I've ever gone
Last longer than I will live to see
Make her into someone I haven't imagined
And the planet has never known
It is scary
Life, with it's teeth
The city, with all its weapons
The untamed days with galloping hooves
And all their many wings