Black Authors home
Welcome to the home page of black authors created to enhance the readers knowledge regarding the tremendous contribution that authors of color have made to the shaping and defining of black culture.
We will feature various writers of color and attempt to share some of the latest authors presented by this group of awesome people in the communities of color in our society.
We will also provide various links and samples of the work they share as well as a few works of our own.
If you are an author and word like to share samples of your work in progress please comment and we will respond.
Remember Keep writing every single day.
We write about the world that we live in and see
sometimes we just write about the person we yearn to to be.
what ever the matter is drives the pen into our reality.
FLOW
Things i seem to remember as a little boy
Toys made with broken glass pieces of rags and painted old sticks still brought joy to the play time
even through i did not have a dime to spend on a play station we learned how to build our own x box with our imagination, when i was a little boy the joy was within and the dreams could be made alive without all the mess,
this time put to the test,
not how much i had in my pockets but was i smart enough to create rockets out of old tin cans, and could i play well with new friends, and how long could we have fun before we would come in to eat any thing that was on the table being a picky eater was a fable that only rich folks told.
so now i have grown old and it seems the moments we shared when i was a little boy gave us so much more joy then
these adults in baby clothes.
Back then a little imagination brought alive the joy that
allowed little boys to have any toy they chose.
Back when we were little Who knows where our minds would be the imagination would become our reality.
I guess the brain will never be what it use to be,
like, when we were little boys.
Rev. Gregory Augustus Jones
copy right spring 2009
Please take time to visit this site!!
http://frank.mtsu.edu/~vvesper/afam.html
Our Featured authors this month will be August Wilson seen on our lead blog and in the authors page
Toni Morrison as seen here is an excellent example of the power of black women who write . Please visit her sites!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbMigde1lVM
Check out this you tube presentation of this author.
Ernest Gaines is another famous black writer.
“A gathering of Old Men” and “A lesson before dying” are two of his many famous works.
http://www.ernestjgainesaward.org/site/c.nmL2KlN0LtH/b.3265893/k.BEAE/Home.htm
This is a great young writer that will continue to produce great works.
Sista Souljah
We thank God for her life and the great work that she shares with the community!
Everyone has read this famous author Maya Angelou
I will never forget the moment that I read
“I know why the caged bird sings”
Thank you Maya for sharing your story with the world.
We want to continue to share our stories on this page.
The following is a short piece written by Rev. Gregory a Jones author of this blog.
Hey! Let me tell you a story;
about a little boy lost among the brambles of hate and cold
trying to find peace before he grows too old to care about anything or any body.
Facing the dreads of a world burnt to a crisp and not worth the ticket we give our lives for.
A world that cries for more, but is full to the brim with selfishness and hate.
Too late to change it now is how we are taught.
Not worth the trouble for the ticket we brought.
We scatter the crumbs of our hope on waters filled with the hungry lives thrashing around in a river of lost souls.
Jumping like weary salmon up a incline that is just too steep we still try to make the leap with out letting the crowds of hungry lives devour our spirit.
This love that God has sometimes seems not to want anyone to get near it.
So we take on second class lives in a world of first class pain just so we can get the chance to jump up the incline once again.
Do you want to know where old souls go when they die?
They fold back into the wasted lives that are still living out the lie that they were told oh so long ago. They swim a thousand miles of uncharted waters to get to spawn their ego.
If we are fortunate we get to jump the incline once again and spread our lives upon the waters of our soul or so the story goes.
When will we ever meet love face to face? No one ever knows.
We just keep on swimming this river trying to make it back home again.
Copyright spring 2009 Rev. Gregory Augustus Jones all rights reserved
Guess who is coming to dinner?
Nobody never knows when supper time comes in this house
even the mouse has trouble finding when will we drop the crumbs from the table because life is a label of undetermined content and the dinner table is a place of unknown orgins, you see everybody lives in their own reality, in this house.
Sometimes people come in at ten and that is when dinner will begin around a drunken orgy or a reefer madness crave, there is nothing that can stave off the hunger for attention so somebody might mention having breakfast at four in the morning after the cell phone rings and deliver the stings of a miscarriage in the yesterday relationship.
Can you imagine children that think its hip to fix dinner after their parents have passed out, eating cereal laced with Guinness Stout.
Well guess who is coming to dinner?
Maybe a boy or a worn out mother that has been treated like a toy again or maybe just maybe one day a caring loving friend.
Until then BYOB.
Copy right Rev. Gregory Augustus Jones June 2009
All Rights reserved