mahogany be a black girl. she writes in rainbow
mahogany l. browne writes things. letters. poems. essays. stuff. good stuff. the stuff that makes a persons spine quake. she lives like she writes.
mahogany be a black girl. she writes in rainbow
dear iamtheproblem: you are glorious…

“this is a poem called single mutha song by mahogany browne and it will blow your fucking mind. i am not wrong.”
http://traffic.libsyn.com/indiefeedpp/indiefeed_mahoganybrowne_singlemuthasong.mp3
"Now like then this shimmer/that surrounds the body,/keeping it apart from./Humming its way across the skin –"
jaime shearn coan
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dear you: crawl inside — call it home. — mahogany l browne
splashoflime:

Fits iN ThE CiTY
This week I have been getting over a cold..thats nothing new..or remotely exciting, BUT the thing is I have gone from a stuffy nose, to full on coughing fits..they last a minute or so, are dramatic, and loud in nature…uncontrollable and hugely embarrasing..it’s making romantic dinners impossible ( I tried…with a few trips to the bathroom) But I could not pass up the chance to enjoy a pre arranged visit to The Friday Night Poetry Slam at Nuyorican Poets Cafe http://www.nuyorican.org
The $20 ‘VIP’ seats are a godsend, it means you can ignore the long ass lines outside, which in a New York winter is EXACTLY what you want when you turn up with half of the Lower East Side..but I digress..the place is small, and they pack the place out, I mean PACK it out…chairs..standing room only at the back and sides, and people seated on the floor at the front..forget fire hazard..I knew this was going to be bad for me in my condition…the poets are incredible, emotive, it’s powerful stuff, NBC were in the house filming…but there is no room..NO ROOM, but I was far from the door, and on the OPPOSITE side of the room from the bathroom, and I was prone to fits..FITS…and I couldn’t cut in front of the camera..and what was I to do when (and not if) an episode started…crowd surf over the top of everybody??…..oooooohhhweeee that was the most nerve wracking 2 hrs I have spent in quite some time..half of which I spent (you guessed it) by the cold entrance, standing, behind tall people, with a cup of hot water in my hand, that I bought from the bodega down the street to try and soothe my throat…*sigh!..Anyway I did what I could to make it through, but..if you are not having fits and love slam poetry..this HAS to be the best place in the world to be on a Friday night. 
http://www.mobrowne.com
http://www.myspace.com/suziqsmithmusic
E x
dear you: crawl inside — call it home. — mahogany l browne
splashoflime:

Fits iN ThE CiTY
This week I have been getting over a cold..thats nothing new..or remotely exciting, BUT the thing is I have gone from a stuffy nose, to full on coughing fits..they last a minute or so, are dramatic, and loud in nature…uncontrollable and hugely embarrasing..it’s making romantic dinners impossible ( I tried…with a few trips to the bathroom) But I could not pass up the chance to enjoy a pre arranged visit to The Friday Night Poetry Slam at Nuyorican Poets Cafe http://www.nuyorican.org
The $20 ‘VIP’ seats are a godsend, it means you can ignore the long ass lines outside, which in a New York winter is EXACTLY what you want when you turn up with half of the Lower East Side..but I digress..the place is small, and they pack the place out, I mean PACK it out…chairs..standing room only at the back and sides, and people seated on the floor at the front..forget fire hazard..I knew this was going to be bad for me in my condition…the poets are incredible, emotive, it’s powerful stuff, NBC were in the house filming…but there is no room..NO ROOM, but I was far from the door, and on the OPPOSITE side of the room from the bathroom, and I was prone to fits..FITS…and I couldn’t cut in front of the camera..and what was I to do when (and not if) an episode started…crowd surf over the top of everybody??…..oooooohhhweeee that was the most nerve wracking 2 hrs I have spent in quite some time..half of which I spent (you guessed it) by the cold entrance, standing, behind tall people, with a cup of hot water in my hand, that I bought from the bodega down the street to try and soothe my throat…*sigh!..Anyway I did what I could to make it through, but..if you are not having fits and love slam poetry..this HAS to be the best place in the world to be on a Friday night. 
http://www.mobrowne.com
http://www.myspace.com/suziqsmithmusic
E x
dear you: crawl inside — call it home. — mahogany l browne
splashoflime:

Fits iN ThE CiTY
This week I have been getting over a cold..thats nothing new..or remotely exciting, BUT the thing is I have gone from a stuffy nose, to full on coughing fits..they last a minute or so, are dramatic, and loud in nature…uncontrollable and hugely embarrasing..it’s making romantic dinners impossible ( I tried…with a few trips to the bathroom) But I could not pass up the chance to enjoy a pre arranged visit to The Friday Night Poetry Slam at Nuyorican Poets Cafe http://www.nuyorican.org
The $20 ‘VIP’ seats are a godsend, it means you can ignore the long ass lines outside, which in a New York winter is EXACTLY what you want when you turn up with half of the Lower East Side..but I digress..the place is small, and they pack the place out, I mean PACK it out…chairs..standing room only at the back and sides, and people seated on the floor at the front..forget fire hazard..I knew this was going to be bad for me in my condition…the poets are incredible, emotive, it’s powerful stuff, NBC were in the house filming…but there is no room..NO ROOM, but I was far from the door, and on the OPPOSITE side of the room from the bathroom, and I was prone to fits..FITS…and I couldn’t cut in front of the camera..and what was I to do when (and not if) an episode started…crowd surf over the top of everybody??…..oooooohhhweeee that was the most nerve wracking 2 hrs I have spent in quite some time..half of which I spent (you guessed it) by the cold entrance, standing, behind tall people, with a cup of hot water in my hand, that I bought from the bodega down the street to try and soothe my throat…*sigh!..Anyway I did what I could to make it through, but..if you are not having fits and love slam poetry..this HAS to be the best place in the world to be on a Friday night. 
http://www.mobrowne.com
http://www.myspace.com/suziqsmithmusic
E x
love is him

Carl Van Vechten, Jullius Perkins Jr. 11, New York, 1939  [color correction by wb]
dear self: what a wonderful throwback

goodpoets:

Mahogany L. Browne.  showcase performance at 2010 NYC-Urbana Grand Slam Finals.  Bowery Poetry Club.  NYC.  May 8, 2010.
this past weekend, a fire in an adjacent building forced our friend, coach, and mentor Mahogany L. Browne and her family to evacuate their apartment. an emergency fire fund has been set up to assist with the high costs of displacement.  give what you can, please.  donate here: http://poetcd.com/index.php?item=276
Dear Self
amen
the most beautifullest…
"Don’t name me the blessing that saves you from alone"

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In Toni Morrison’s head

“White girls die first.

Which means I’m still

alive, but breathless &

on the run…”

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yona harvey
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