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CAPTIVITY

Our bodies may have been set free

But our minds are still in captivity

Educated by a corrupted system

True black history should

Be in our children’s  curriculum

We have to educate our children with the truth at home

Then the systems words can not take hold

We as black people need to understand we are all African

Stripped of our true identity

Kidnapped and placed on negative land

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The Lake

originally published 2010

 

Escaping to the nearby lake the lovers drove their cars

Through winding road to waters edge they broke the

Mid week silence with vigorous impatient slams of

Their respective car doors stepping quickly to the

Days first embrace like summer campers on break

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Pretty to sin

Arising to the sun emitting though the window of his beautiful house on the countryside

the first thought he has to wake to is such a great day for a photo shoot

He takes in a deep breath of air not knowing what the day ahead of him will display

he tosses off his covers and jumps to his feet with a bit of confusion from a good nights rest.

He slips on his house shoes made to look like lions the reason for the lions is his deep love for

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Fogtown: A Musical

Again the dusk has filled this town with fog a sight I've grown accustomed to; odd shapes and silhouettes become dancers and these cracked calloused streets have become their stage. As they dance a bullfrog belches in the background a light wind rustles some leaves. In the distance I hear the sawmill; metal blades gnarling through the flesh of a helpless, old redwood begging for his life.

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Recent Interview with Michael Miller

An Interview with Michael Miller, winner of the Open Community Poetry Contest, January-March, 2011

by John Winn

Staff Writer

Hennen's Observer


Known as michaelmiller.ic to contributors and visitors to the website hennensobserver.com, Michael Miller Jr. is as mysterious as the allegories he employs.  With little more to go on that an arm tattoo as his online avatar and some vague geography as his location, the Maryland resident is a stereotype of the reclusive artist—amorphous but accessible, ephemeral yet grounded in a larger truth.  Shielded behind a computer screen, Miller has spent a career channeling these contradictions into art that are at once provocative and revealing, insightful and inspiring.  Oh, did we mention he's a filmmaker?

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Tongue Tied:Sex, Love and the Quest For Immortality

by John Winn

Staff Writer

Hennen's Observer

 

 

Ever since man learned to make tools, men and women have sought to enhance their sexual experiences--mechanically and otherwise.  But mankind's fate increasingly becomes intertwined with machines, the definition of sex is being rewritten once more, opening up a floodgate of ethical dilemmas that threaten to reshape the fabric of society as we know it.  Determined to get to the heart of the matter, Correspondent John Winn goes to the heart of the matter--and turns up some surprising answers.

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