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GramaTell Me A Story is a Folklore volume. My worldmy formative years between five and eight years old took place in a small Western Washington Town of mild climatemuch rain. My grandmother, mothers mother, 60 plus, lived with our family of five: Mom, Dad, myself, my sister (three years younger), my brother (five years younger).Mom was a housewife. My father worked in the local creamery. We lived in an old turn of the century (19th) house with a big, long wrap-around side porch on a large corner lot with an oak and fruit trees. Dad kept a large vegetable garden. Three cousins who lived near, a neighborhood girl, the grade-school just down the block, Sunday School and Church were my world (1937-1940). I believe it was a wholesome place and timerebuilding after the Depression.My grandmother liked to tell us about her early life in Western Pennsylvania Dutch Country. Grandma was orphaned at three when her mother died. Mary Elizabeth grew up living with one Aunt and Uncle after the other.

Strange Valentine screams out to you! It is a walk through the unexpected, wild corners of the world. Fascinated you will read through these tales of woe and twisted love.The cruelty, the anguish of the human mind and body speak out I n these shocking stories: a body torn asunder by unrequited love, brutal murders of roommates, unrestrained lust, lying bondage, treachery of enactmentbludgeoning murder, premeditated-prolonged pain.

One night while looking out of her bedroom window, Adelaide remembers what her mother told her on the day her father passed away.While holding Adelaide in her arms, she pointed to the stars and said "daddy has gone to heaven." This gives Adelaide an extraordinary idea. She decides to embark on a journey to find her daddy even if it means going all the way to the stars to reach him. Adelaide and the Journey to the Stars is a story about hope, courage and the discovery that the ones we''ve lost are never really that far away.

She burst into uncontrollable sobs. And he let her get it out, wanting to reach out and embrace her, hold her but daring to interrupt the flood of raw emotion now being released through so many tears. She cried like a little helpless baby until he had no choice but to hold her. And when he took her into his arms where he could feel her body close to his, he was falling backwards through the memories of their romance... His career was the perfect American tragedy, layered by those darker images reflected in the shadows of the invisible black man. He was that rare commodity and commercial powerhouse with artistic value and street credibility. His rapid ascent to fame came actually from the dark side of the American dream, which afforded him a chance to develop a reputation and image that made him one of Detroit s most infamous personalities. He was living the hustler s life through the poetry of his art. Outside the walls of the biggest walled prison in the world, he stood in the broken sunlight and took council with himself, a man consciously trying to decide what course to follow... Strange Fruit is that broken memoir that imagines a journey through the mind and madness of a starving artist trying to reconcile sins of a generational curse. Success would be the better revenge. He was well aware of the contradictions in his lifestyle. Society wouldn t let him forget. Determination couldn t be disenfranchised. Donavon Taylor was raised in the trashy back alleys of Detroit and the systematic racism of old, at a time police were killing unarmed black people on video and getting away with state sponsored murder. He was a diamond in the dirt. He had no real choice but to fight against his own character flaws and survive both the sacred and the profane. He was a native son of the city. He was Detroit everyday... He was an artist who hustled all his life through the poetry of being black in a day and time when being black meant you had to march and protest for Black Lives to Matter. He was forced to be humble and stand on the front lines fighting injustice and inequality. Trump republicans were losing the culture battle while unresolved grievances and bitterness revealed itself through America s painful politics: voter suppression, police violence, mass shootings and the rise of right wing militant hate groups. QAnon supporters were living their American dream in the cult of an alternate universe quarantined in a bubble of lies and conspiracy theories. Donny was forced to deal with the drama of being the black antagonist in a global pandemic while America stare into the abyss of insurrection, old Jim Crow antics and ghosts of the Confederacy.

This story is a biography of passion, perseverance, courage and destiny where a boy is suddenly transported onto a path that signifies a journey into manhood, empowering him to live up to some of the ideals he’d set for himself in an imagination stretched to serve God, family and country.It was high adventure being the son of a man educated by thousands of years of culture and tradition fighting for every breath of a brand-new tomorrow.With a sense of idealism and resilience Farooq would set his sights on a higher cause. A person can never become great unless they’re able to properly function under chaos. With many trials and tribulations as personal tutors, he had no choice but step out on faith and pave a better way for his family.His constitution anchored itself to the evolution of Yemen’s poetry. His manner was peaceful. With pain, purpose and rebellious hope he looked into his future with all the clarity of a crystal ball. He wasn’t the kind of boy looking to grow up living inside his father’s pockets. He would prepare himself for the music of tomorrow. His life had become a powerful soundtrack to an acoustic soul.So much to be had.So much to be cherished.So much to be thankful for.So much to know.

Negro Spiritual is a song of spoken word heard reflecting the soul of music inside the African pride and kinship stretching from slave ship to the bop of hip hop and rhythm and blues reflecting queues whipped, chained and ordained in the darkest hues of history and the black experience. It s a poetic journey into profiles of courage chronicling oppression, suppression and misdirection of bravery against the mental slavery brought and taught in books by hook and crooks that lied and tried to hide a people who cried inside cages throughout the pages described by cultural homicide and black genocide on the ride of the Underground Railroad of pride and perseverance adherence to the drum beat stimulating the feat the black kinship. Negro Spiritual is about the blood, sweat and tears of years spent in slavery s winter s wrath minus the math of a summer breeze on the backs of pleas and amalgamated songs of jazz and gospel fuse of good news and old time religion meant to dent the roof of possibility educating Afrocentric youth on the proof and poetic justice of beans and greens and cornbread fed straight to the head, heart and soul mixed in a bowl of lessons fraught, taught and bought and paid by the blood, sweat and tears of years spent entangled in the roots of racism. Negro Spiritual is the music, moments and magic of the ancestors giving rhythm and rhyme traveling through exaggerated time and extension and parallel dimension of imagination reflecting ourselves back to ourselves in rich authenticity and Afrocentricity that reflects the old time religion of a people building miracles out of thin air way beyond the snare of adversarial relationships with the truth. We can do all things through the strengths of our ancestors. We are heirs to their strengths way down the lengths of time, rhyme and sublime crimes of old time religions told traveling through aggravated dimensions of perseverance preoccupied with a stride fortified with fortitude rude to the limitations of the superficial.

In the lives of every creature on earth are echoes of events that occurred a long long time ago. Events of unimaginable scale and violent beauty that connect all living things, their every action and decision, their every heartbeat, to the greatest story ever told. This is a tale 13.8 billion years in the making that has seen billions of stars and billions of worlds live and die to create the only planet we know that is home to life. From the stardust that built us to the cosmic ingredients that sustain us and the starlight that powers it all, this is the story of a universe that birthed the Black child.Every cell in the Black child’s body is linked to an ancient stream of energy connecting their life to the heart of a star and the imagination of God. This unbroken stream of Black history span vast reaches of time and space and stretches back to the very first notion of humanity. The Black man’s sole focus, the thing driving his very existence, is hunger. We hunt no man. We hunt for energy. But not for ourselves. We are desperate to feed the hungry minds of the Black child. We want to feed them truth in the knowledge of themselves and where they fit in the history of time’s holy universe. This primal impulse stems from a deep connection we have to our purpose that extends beyond the ghettoes, beyond this country, to Africa. This is Black history. This is Black power. Black power is more abundant than ever. It’s just hiding in plain sight of a universal consciousness of the might and power of God. This book is mere meditation offering intellectual vitamins on critical race theory, the politics of racism and the hidden history behind the tug-o-war over the American story.