Home / To observe without image. Without the word. The image is time, the image is the past. When you look with the eyes of the past you are bound to divide the present as the present and the past. In that division there is the observer and the observed.
TEXT ON THIS IMAGE: "issa protest. those insecurities have now secured a space within change. we are witnessing how strong our souls are. how Black. how Black love can heal the scars of society confined to an outdated system. we are the guardians of this generation. 'bloom' as poets say. 'prosper' as the sweet Black jones af in our voices chant."
Each day a new painting and a new poem.
Since 1989, Cubs has been writing poems. Later in life, he studied psychology in school and began thinking for himself. It wasn't long before he decided to study life outside of the classroom. He began typing poems on a typewriter, in the middle of the French Quarter on Royal Street, in New Orleans, Louisiana.
He is now working on his first book, "What I Did With My Free Time" while also being the first Poet Laureate of Baton Rouge, La.