The beauty of art and all its glory, if one takes the jolted ride, is that “it’s all good.” Every intimate and infinite story. The sum of one’s parts is not greater than, or lesser; Then… Celebrate every blessed thing! No matter the reason, form, or fashion.

Renay Intisar jihad —

Circle of life stretched out on a mat. Circle of plenty flat-lined on its back. Circle of love must tow an invisible line, or risk living inside a straight-braced bind? Six feet under a cover of broken dreams. Six oracles in the body fight a viral decree. Six feet of…

Renay Intisar Jihad

I dedicate this poem to the conscious young Spoken Word Artists of today. Our history holds misleading stories printed, repeated, published, and sold. Yet, our true history is priceless. These stories are like precious gold. In the dark, generational curses find a home from which to circulate A litany of…

By Renay Intisar Jihad — Inspired by a true story. The new something is nothing. Nothing to eat because my backpack is bare. Nothing clean, warm, or decent to wear. Nothing to sleep on and more is true. Everything I own is tattered, smelly, old, not new. Nothing to keep…

Renay Intisar Jihad Pounce the refresh button when you are ready. We will be here to keep you steady. Use your think tank when you are on empty. We will be here when the game gets testy. Know when to force stop a half-hearted jump. Know when to leap into a…

Renay Intisar Jihad We’re living in a one-room world. We’re living in it today. What affects some people influences all in countless ways. Every man, woman, and child needs fresh air to breathe in and out. Every man, woman, and child must drink pure water from unpolluted spouts. Every man, woman, and child’s…

Dedicated to Outstanding Women of Achievement. Thankfully, they never left a Room the way they found it. Special recognition goes to Ketanji Brown Jackson who will be the first Black woman to serve on the United States Supreme Court. You knew there was… Room for you in the forest where angels float…