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Angelique Palmer

4/7/2015

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National Poetry Month Celebration 2015

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Bio:   Angelique Palmer is a finalist in the 2015 Women of the World Poetry Slam and shares the  #5 ranking with two other dynamic artists from the hard-fought, talent-latented bout.  
     
     A writer, teacher, and performer, she is from Miami by way of New Orleans, now calling Northern Virginia home. The Creative Writing graduate from Florida State University found slam poetry through Will “Da Real One” Bell, was born and raised on the Literary Café and Poetry Lounge stage and where a devotee is called a “Café Baby.” As an Elementary School Creative Writing Instructor at the American Poetry Museum in Washington, DC, she traveled to different area charter schools introducing creative writing as an art form and watching the faces of her students light up when they debut on the semester ending open mics. As a volunteer with Split This Rock, and DC Youth Slam she found new fire in the explosive talent of young people striving for greatness. Often taking on the role of an organizer and Angelique Palmer spent 3-plus years hosting weekly open mics and curating local poetry shows.

     Since making her feature debut in Miami, 2008, Angelique continues to bring her brand of vulnerability and passion to stages, coffee houses and corporate events in Atlanta, Charlotte, Jersey City, Baltimore, Pittsburgh, and all over Washington, DC. A former TV news producer turned elementary school teacher, she takes pride in her daughter, her students, and her walk through the world. 
The Interview

1. Where do you draw your inspiration from to write poetry?
I write about life, love and pain. Most of my writing is done in the 30/30 challenges. I like writing prompts because they help me to unpack a compound thought.  And if I'm honest, those 30/30 poems were already writing themselves in my head way before I committ them to my harddrive.

2. What advice do you have for someone that is threatened by poetry?
Dear Threatened by Poetry: 
Congratulations on your good instincts. Poetry will cut  you! Poetry has teeth and claws and a comfortable seat in dark smoky bars.  If you're uncomfortable it is because you're meant to be. But if you're comforted it is because you're meant to be. Poetry isn't there to threaten you, it is there to exist and speak truth.

3.  What is an interesting fact about you? 
I actually have 6 fingers on each hand! My daughter does too. I also haven't been on a date in 3+ years, I haven't seen a movie in a theatre in longer than that. 

4.   Where are you from/Where do you live?
I live in Manassas, VA. I am very proud to say I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana. I feel like that will always be home and I haven't lived there since I was 12.

5.  Who is your favorite poet?
OH THIS IS SUCH A HARD QUESTION! I love different poets for different reasons; I love poets more than their poems and I love some poems more than their creators.  I LOVE Nikky Finney! I can do with her subtlety and revealtion all day.   And for a different reason  I LOVE Marty McConnell. She is a lightning storm on stage; a person the eyes surrender to, an enjambment the brain waltzes with, and metaphors all rolled in talent.  And for a different reason I think of  Janae Johnson here; she is captivating! She uses her body and cadence to create a shared experience with her audience. 

A poem by Angelique

Watch What Happens
 
There’s a boy I know...
 
met him last summer.
 
His body is a betrayal,
lies under oath.
His skin, for example,
a blueberry patch in summer sun.
A rare disorder turns the slightest brush,
simple contact
into a blue ribbon surfacing
through the pail of milk;
even sitting on the wrong surface, at
the wrong velocity makes him
dove-coo a whimper
he makes small.
But he complains though, reacts.
as if being in pain
for that long and so often
isn’t enough to scramble a mind into
a gold medal cuss-out in the bad behavior relay.
He wins, a lot.

One time I touched this boy on the back,
he stared saltwater into every paper cut I ever had
and throb back into all my stubbed pinky toes.
He yelled,
loud enough for everyone to turn and look.
He took the camp counselor-sure out of me.
I was embarrassed, my mindless hands.
 
One time I went somewhere
with this boy I know;
everyone dipped and bobbed about
in the sweet cool of August swimming.
Blue-water smiles and sobering splashes.
I am not surprised,
because this boy is brave,
that he asked for permission
to go down the tallest water slide!
And I said yes.
Then, because he is a boy
he asked me to go with him.
I said yes.

And when the lifeguard said
he was too small to go alone, he asked again, only with a look.
Again I said yes.
We
sped to a plunge 10 seconds later.
The joy on his face
like a trophy
for winning life!
He asked immediately
could we go again.
I said yes.
 
He grabbed my hand
wincing, this act caused him  
so much pain he had to
fight against; he used his free hand
to tuck the other fingers that had
straightened into shock.
 
He had to make himself hold my hand.
 
He told me plenty of people give him what he wants,
but no one was ever nice to him,
until I was. He said I was the nicest lady he knew.
I straightened into shock.

There’s this boy I know
met him last summer,
found out I have too much in common with:
every time I try anything hard
I land a wealth of blueberry bruises --
yell too loud and not loud enough
I have to bend my skin into
love and yes;
fight my pain for joy
and because the deep end is
the coolest part of the pool
I slide and leap and do it again
and again.
 
He taught me something too:
when someone asks you
for something simple
you can give it to them,
say yes,
watch what happens.

Please share  your reaction below.  
The energy you contribute transcends your imagination.

9 Comments
Tina link
4/8/2015 12:16:01 pm

Beautiful poem. I am impressed by your words and your life. Thank yo for sharing.

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Scott link
4/8/2015 12:28:35 pm

Poetry is something I was never very good at. Writing nor interpreting. I'll leave it for the experts.

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Roslyn Tanner Evans link
4/8/2015 02:21:29 pm

I am touched, moved with goosebumps as I read this poem twice. I was led to be moved, touched and inspired by her short interview too. Her answer to Dear Threatened by Poetry set me up for extraordinary words, visions, feelings. Profound.

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Tea link
4/8/2015 06:16:23 pm

Poem is amazings, I really like it, even though I never read any.

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Michelle Williams link
4/9/2015 02:46:49 am

Wow! Amazing Angelique. I can hear where your poetry is coming from...
From the depth of your Soul. That place that never gets old,
but walks in the shadow of your existence,
observing your pain, seeing your resistance...
taking pleasure in your laughter,
knowing that soon, some day, will come another chapter, as so the sun will set, then rise once more,
life challenges, banging at your door,
but your Soul remains untouched, watching the version of your life, uncut, waiting for you to shine, to unleash your greatness by your design
and so we see it on this stage, go do your thang girl make them rage as only you can Angelique, with your passion, vulnerability and your unfettered chic!

Go do YOU darling – from one poet to another! :)

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Roslyn Tanner Evans link
4/9/2015 03:48:12 am

This is to Michelle Williams, Angelique & Yvonne- Amazing poetry calls forth unleashed feelings in words. I can see how this poem came to Michelle- it is her understanding & reply to Angelique's poem. Honestly, I don't read much poetry and often not sure what a poet is trying to convey, but these 2 poems remind me of Maya Angelou. They come from deep within, authentically describing the human condition. I am posting Maya's "Alone" 4/10- Friday night 7pm in honor of poetry month. These 2 belong everywhere as well. BRAVO

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Michelle link
4/9/2015 05:37:36 am

Oh wow Roslyn, that's awesome, I'm thankful for your new appreciation of poetry. It is what you say... unleashed feeling in words! Maya Angelou's I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings was my first introduction to a woman who became my Shero. I dreamed of meeting her one day and ironically she visited Trinidad a few months before she died. Let me know where you're posting 'Alone' I'd like to share in honouring poetry month.

Lorii Abela link
4/15/2015 07:08:15 am

It is a beautiful poem. I understand that it was written with a passion in making it suitable to the theme it brings to the readers.

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Angelique Palmer
4/15/2015 09:33:17 am

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read and listen.
I'm grateful for each of you. Sometimes it takes something like this type of encouragement to keep an artist going.

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