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Kenny Fame is a African-American / GLBTQ poet who was born in Paterson, New Jersey; but he currently calls the village of Harlem in NYC his home. He was a recent graduate of Cave Canem’s 2011 & 2012 Poetry Conversations Workshop classes. He was the winner of “The Tenth National Black Writers Conference Award for Poetry.” He has been a featured “Poet of the Week” on the Poetry Super Highway during the week of January 2-8, 2012. His work has appeared in numerous journal both nationally & internationally such as: Steel Toe Review # 7& 10, River Lit #5, The Fine Line, Emerge Literary Journal # 1, Rufous Sal (Sweden), Milk Sugar, Prompt Literary Magazine, De La Mancha, Anastomoo, ken*again, Assisi Journal, African-American Review, Gloom Cupboard, Black Magnolias Literary Journal # 6.2 & The New Verse News on December 18th 2011. Kenny Fame is currently crafting his first play.
The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by Kenny Fame and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Kwansaba: Farrah Fawcett
Head wrapped with thick, layers of, gold
John Dervishian grew up in Cambridge, MA graduating from Cambridge Rindge & Latin that are now well knowns in the entertainment industry and he is not. He now lives west of Cambridge because he cannot afford to live in the city any longer. He has done many open mic readings, been invited into high schools to share his poetry and has been part of poetry youth work shops. He has self published two books as a solo writer and collaborated with Adam Schirling of Drunken absurdity because nobody liked his stuff well enough to publish under their label. He really doesn’t care so much anymore but still likes to write.
Visit John on the web here: http://streetcornerpoetry.blogspot.com
The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by John Dervishian and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
the bar doesn’t even want me
it’s a dead end
I had plans to drink
I see a small elegant
I wait for the “open”