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One Drop

is a magazine that is

dedicated to the poetry and photo-ops of my earthly and etherly experience. These are moments of healing. One Drop refers to the essence of every being. We each possess a completely unique & completely pure energy. If you have one drop of love in you, you have enough. If you have one drop of imagination, you have plenty. Give it time and attention and watch it saturate your whole world. 3

Let us open with poetry‌

The Poet naked she pants from fighting phantom shadows beneath heavy houston moons. sips silent tears of separation guilt and anxiety. intoxicated tiny body pummels breath into lungs stretched from running running running away. see beyond her nakedness, her fighting, her intemperance into her telling, telling eyes.


Imagination Station…

According to certain ancient cosmologies, we choose our destinies and parents before we are born. If this scares you, don’t stop reading. Just come with me for the ride. I’ll let you off safely at the end.

 Imagine yourself before you were conceived or born.  Imagine the moment that you decide to come to Earth (again). What prompts your decision?  Imagine handpicking your parents. How do you choose?  Imagine that you have complete control over your will to choose. What will you choose to do? Ready, set, IMAGINE! 5

Lemme Do My Thing: An Interview with Author, G.C. Denwiddie

GCD: Thankfully, I was blessed to grow up with a mighty great dad; however, he came from a broken family. So this book was really a dedication to him and a positive reflection of black community. While things might not be can be the one to break the cycle. But this whole idea of “a regular” family can lead to another discussion„ OD: Has your relationship with your dad always been strong?

deep cocoa skin that glows flawlessly, Curly black hair, And a brilliant smile with eyes to match. G.C. Denwiddie could be a model, no doubt. But, she’s a writer. And she’s just self-published her first book. Although Daddy’s Girl is a book for children, it springs from a deep personal history. Here, she opens up about her relationship with her father, the healing of broken families, and the adventurous exploits of her career as a writer. One Drop: I want to you mind digging with me? G.C. Denwiddie: Let’s dig. OD: Good. Shovels in hand! Why this book on daughter and her father?

GCD: Yea. Really, I’ve been surrounded by a core group of men; I’ve always had uncles and grandads around. My dad and my mom had me a year before they got married. So the story could have been a different one. I haven’t had that convo with them, but my mom has alluded to it. My dad is hilarious...even though I’m older, we still don’t talk about certain things so candidly. For instance, there was a sex scene on TV last night, and he just turned the OD: Hahah! In what ways have the dynamics of your relationship changed since you've become a woman? GCD: More of observing my parents... There’s this man I really want to be with and I’m learning how to deal with him by the way my mom deals with my dad. For instance, my dad would look at women’s butts when my mom wasn't would burn me up! I confronted my dad about it, and he was like, “I’m a man!" OD: Did that settle it for you?! GCD: From the convo that ensued, I learned that some things aren’t worth the battle. I’ve alluded to this guy that I really like, but my dad hasn’t met him yet. We both tiptoe around the subject while letting the other know what we need to let them know.

OD: I see„tiptoeing! Do you ever find yourself comparing your special guy to your dad? GCD: Yup. And they act just alike OD: Does that make you feel secure?


GCD: Idk, I guess. I’ve never thought it about that way, but yes. But to refer back to your earlier question about how our relationship has changed. I find that I was very much a daddy’s girl, but now that I’m older, I really value my mother for being the rock that holds my dad down. It’s really my mom that has been an emotional rock for our family. It’s similar to the first time you see that your parents don’t know everything.

deal with it. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to really respect a man who handles his biz and sticks to his guns— and making it look easy is very important to me.

OD: What was that moment like for you?

OD: Does it feel like your responsibility to make him "be healed"? I think I feel this way towards my family.

GCD: I’d never want to be disrespectful, but now that I’m older, I challenge them more. I still haven’t found the right way to do it. We've always had a relationship where we can talk with each other. OD: Is there an equal playing ground when you two talk, or is there a boss?

OD: Do you think your dad will ever address his background emotions? And does it ever bother you that he doesn’t now? GCD: I dont think so. He deals with it in his own way.

GCD: Yeah, I mean, that’s a major problem I have...feeling obligated to help someone with their problems. But my dad will tell you—and he and I tend to disagree on this—it is what it is. You deal with life as it happens.

“We’re talking about real life pain, hurt. And when you see it, it really humbles you.

GCD: We always joke. But I give him the respect of the boss. Humor is a major part in our life. That’s all we do. Some people think that I’m over the top, but come home with me; that’s just how we are! We're always joking and laughing. That’s a coping mechanism my dad uses. He's definitely the life of the party. My dad's name is Morris, but sometimes my sister and I call him Maaarrruusss OD: That is so cool. I am learning from you. My relationship with my father, although very close, is in definite need of humor. It's been plagued by such seriousness. And i think I come across as overly serious sometimes. Maybe. GCD: Oic.We definitely don’t take ourselves too seriously. And men that do...really irk me. lol OD: Have you ever felt like you wanted to be serious with your dad and couldn't? GCD: No, I’ll let him know that I’m being serious. There’s this nasty, broken familial history in my dad’s family...and I’m like, “Well, why don't u talk about it?” But he’s deliberate in separating himself from the history. I guess to

OD: Wow. Sounds like my dad. I suppose so. Maybe it's an age thing? GCD: Yeah, idk if that’s a man thing. You say age, I say man. OD: Lol Maybe our children will feel the same ways towards us.

GCD: I guess. But the type of things they went through„ maybe that’s why they are the way they are. OD: It’s true. Those things seem so brutal in retrospect. I wonder what in the world shifted. GCD: I know I’ve lived a stress free life, so I’m trying to make sense of it. I want to deal with it, but everyone can’t go to counseling or even wants to...We're talking about real life pain, hurt. And when you see it, it really humbles you. And you think of all the people that are dealing with it. OD: Yes. It is extremely humbling and confusing. And it does make you feel completely obligated to eradicating it. GCD: Ikr..For me I’ve dedicated my life to art to do so. That’s what Daddy’s Girl is someone some hope to keep going


OD: It is a great beginning! Although i know that you've been writing for a looong time!

pray, eat, put on Kwaw Kese “Lemme do my thing”, and begin to write.

GCD: Yeah. I was reading some old journals from when i was like 8„ hilarious!

OD: You are a drop of golden rainbow! A lot going on, but beautifully crafted. You lead an exciting life, woman! Do you feel centered? What keeps you balanced?

OD: Lol So what was your initial inspiration for Daddy’s Girl?

GCD: Yes. My family.

GCD: Spike Lee's wife came to Fisk and they promoted their children's book...and it had all these beautiful illustrations. I wanted to do young black kids can see people who look like them.

OD: Good stuff. I love how the convo comes full circle. It begins and ends with family.

OD: I see. Do you plan to continue with children's books?

OD: Before we sign off„“one drop” refers to the essence that we each possess. Via this interview, we're only getting a drop of you, compared to the vastness that is your spirit. Can you give us a description of what potent essence we can get from even just one drop of you?

GCD: Yeah, it’s actually the first installment of a four book series dedicated to black family. OD: Oh great! I am looking forward to the rest! Do you plan to publish in other genres? GCD: Right now is a very exciting time for me. I’m exploring different genres on my blog. I blog all the first drafts of my writings for free. I’m interested in travel narratives and nonfiction. Currently, I have a chick lit novel and an epic fantasy short series that features an African American protagonist. They're rough, but I’m hoping that readers will offer insight that will make the final draft better. OD: Wow. I'm on the site. You are putting in work! How much/often do you write everyday? It's amazing that you're exploring so many avenues at once. What is that like? GCD: I write in the morning from about 8-12. Not nonstop—editing, blog posts, emails. It’s what i want to do, I love it. I hope to make a full time income by July. It’s teaching me patience. Everything I’m working on now is from years of built up writing that I needed to get out. By March, I hope to have streamlined many of my projects.

GCD: Defintely. Definitely

GCD: My one drop is slippery change, the constant of life. OD: Love it! :))) Thank you for your art. GCD: Thanks for enjoying.

“Right now is a very exciting time for me„I’m exploring different genres on my blog„I have a chick lit novel and an epic fantasy short series.”

OD: Fascinating. And what is your process like for writing? Do you have any rituals? GCD: The best writing advice I’ve received was from Alice Randall, who told me to treat it like a regular job„put your 8 hours in like everyone else. I wake up, read scripture,



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My Dad  Is the only guy who has my name tattooed on his body  Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back up in one day  Has the entire state of Alaska tattooed on his side  Gotted kicked out of the U.S. Navy for inciting a small race riot  Took me to get my first tattoo  Skydives when he can  Taught me how to drive  Teaches wilderness survival courses for delinquent teens  Made me shoot pistols and machine guns…just so I knew how  Took me skylighting and bungee jumping when I was 15  Came to all of my softball & volleyball games and cross country meets  Quit a career as a welder to become a broke, college student and budding filmmaker  Has the most paranormal, near-death, embellished, reallife stories of anyone I know  Hid from the police on Christmas Eve. But that’s another story all together… 2





High Priest of Bluewophop: GARY CLARK JR.

According to Wikipedia (his official website offers no bio  ) Gary Clark Jr. picked up a guitar at the age of twelve and five years later, the mayor of Austin, Texas (his hometown) named May 3rd Gary Clark Jr. Day. He’s been hailed as the “future of Texas blues.” But he is so much more than what you might think of when you imagine the blues. His music is soulful rock with occasional touches of 1960’s doo wop and, yes, rapless hip hop. Since then, Clark has played countless major shows and gone on tour around the world. He has performed with The Rolling Stones, Alicia Keys, and in the White House, to name a few. His songs appear in films including House of Lies, Think Like a Man, and in the video game Max Payne 3. He also debuted as an actor alongside Danny Glover in the film Honeydripper. In the above clip, he performs “Please Come Home” at the Dave Matthews Band Caravan in 2011. Just over halfway through the clip his physical language changes; his face and body contort in a way that reminds you of a summertime tent revival. Is he suddenly possessed by the same spirits that led Muddy Waters, Jimi, and Etta? Watching him makes you feel like that kid on the pew watching as the Holy Ghost makes its way through the adults. Yes, you are beholding a sacred moment. No, you are not intruding. The doors of this man’s temple are wide open. And we have been specially invited. Come get lifted. 4



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As individuals, we must search inside of ourselves for the materials that will give rise to the Phoenix of this era. That is, we must gather all the dusty, chalky

ashes of our shamed and guilt-ridden selves and bring them to the common circle. Politics and religion have never sufficed. Such divisions are false and dangerous. What is true is that we each act upon anguishes from our childhoods. What is true is that we reach for arms in the dark, wanting to feel safe and loved. What is true is that we bare our fangs at every slight reminder of our earliest nightmares. What is true is that we actually believe those ugly things that those other hurting children said on playgrounds where rage and ignorance were kings of the hill. What is true is that we are still frightened, sassy, upset children. And we seek every method of pacification. We must create paths of healing. And we must understand that each path to wholeness will be completely unique. We must accept one another as children who simply do not yet know better. We must accept ourselves as humble recipients of a life that we have not always understood, but that has always been precious. This is unconditional love. And this is the only environment suitable for healing. 8

Last Egg to Hatch Editorial I'm a late bloomer. Pretty much everything from my period to my first kiss happened 2 to 5 years after almost every other teenage girl I knew. I used to spend hours calculating symptoms and writing mental proofs on flirtatious interactions. I just wanted to feel like a woman, dammit. It didn't help that I decided to attend an HBCU after growing up in schools that were less than 1% black in population (and curriculum for that matter). So I was 18 years old before I discovered Floetry, Jill Scott, or (I cower in shame) watched my first full episode of The Cosby Show or Good Times (and those were class assignments). I don't even have to go into detail about how few classic black films I had not seen (and still have not, to be honest). Part of my "black innocence," (I think we should give it a name, in order to better explore it) was a result of lack of exposure. I was raised by my grandparents in the rural foothills of East, Tennessee. I was the eldest grandchild, so I was constantly left to locate and pop my own cherry. The other part lied in the fact that my first 9 years of life were given strict

parameters by Pentecostalism—no tv, no Santa, no jewelry, no pants (only skirts, that is ď Š). Needless to say, I was thirsty when I got to Fisk. And I met Spike Lee, Mint Condition, Zora Neale Hurston, bell hooks, The Five Heartbeats, What's Love Got to Do With It?...I met these greats in classrooms, through friends, lovers, the world wide web, you name it. And as I sucked the face of my reflection, I felt, once again, that I was the last one to get it. The last black person on earth to learn how to play spades, dominoes, dance two-step, and do the bunny hop. I had no clue what a Delta or an Omega was. I've lost count of how many times I've had my "Black Card" revoked. Discovering popular 2 -15 years after it is popular used to make me feel lame. But I have come to realize that I am living in my own pace.While Floetry was at their height, I was listening to Tracy Chapman, Santana, Bela Fleck, and Donny Hathaway. They were just some of the CDs that my dad had at home. The matter was simple enough. I ate what was put in front of me or I went hungry.


One of the perks of being a late bloomer is the richness of emotional appreciation that accompanies my discoveries. As I entered into the depths of my first heavy duty relationship, Sade sang "King of Sorrow" just for me. And just as I was getting sick of redundant relationships, Dead Prez told me about "Mind Sex" and my mind was blown. Age and experience lends depth and texture to understanding. Another perk of being a late bloomer is that, while others are already spending time and energy perfecting their knowledge of the latest lyrics or techniques, I am free to do my own explorations of culture and ideas.

Sure, I used to feel like a carrot in a bag of skittles. But hindsight is always 20/20. My late blooming, I now realize, is as organic as the small hens in my Uncle's chicken coop back home. Uncle JB's hens aren't pumped full of steroids or growth hormones. His hens are naturally lean in the winter and, although plumper in the summer, they're never as big as the monster chicken parts you see for sale in grocery stores and fast food chains. After overexposure to this gigantichicken, you might look at some natural hens and scoff. Call us skinny. But this here hen is brooding some golden eggs.

I love you, girl vs. I love you, girl: (Who drew) The line between friendship and romance(?). I WENT TO SALT LAKE CITY DURING 2013 SUNDANCE!!!!…and didn’t see a damn thing. Not at the “official festival” anyways. Those tickets are expensive and sold out waaaay in advance. However, I didn’t let that stop me from getting my indie film groove on. As I roamed the city on foot, I repeatedly stumbled into the most amazingly designed building in SLC—the main public library (google for photos). It just so happened that they were having a used book/dvd sale. $2 and up. I scooped some intriguing titles and made my own film festival. I bought 8 films, but I’m going to tell you about my favorite. Its original title is Sancharam (2004) which is Malayalam for The Journey. Written, produced, and directed by Ligy J. Pullapally. Let’s skip to the entrée: it’s an Indian lesbian love story. Friends, then lovers, Kiran and Delilah, are shattered and then reborn as their childhood friendship evolves into a tender intimacy. Yet, as you can expect, their community does not make room for their love. And this is where the real transformation begins. This film is a new favorite for several reasons. I believe that true friendship is the basis of genuine love. In this movie we see Kiran and Delilah’s friendship as a tiny seed between two seven year olds. Stronger, deeper attraction unfolds like a monsoon in September— naturally. Secondly, both lead actors are fairly new to acting, making their performance is pure and powerful. No pretending. Real talk. Thirdly, there is no expectable ending. In fact, as the credits roll, you realize that it really is about the journey. Finally, this film was made by a woman who wanted to say something serious, beautiful, and true about youth, love, and metamorphosis. Plus, the soundtrack is a score! 10

winter red. i walk along the creek. branches ramble and reach for my jacket and hat. thorns remind me to be watchful of my step. the creek pours swiftly past me on its way to an important date. i find a branch fallen (or placed?) across the water. i consider crossing. i wonder if it is rotten. i imagine the possible consequences. i could fall into really cold water if the log is rotten. or i could lose balance and fall. the worst: some scrapes and an icy bath. nothing major. if i stay on this side, i’ll certainly stay dry. but i won't even have tried. i press away the wiry stalks in front of me and step lightly, but firmly onto the narrow log. step.


step. step. step.

next step is on land. i made it. i am victorious. i have taken a chance and i have completed my task and i am daring and triumphant. i weighed the possibilities and options and still made the uncertain move. i feel great. ready to explore more. i climb uphill to the railroad tracks. i balance along the rail. then i hear water rushing. i descend back down across mossy rocks and twiggish vines to find a lovely place where the creek bubbles over large stones. on the bank of the creek is a large flat rock welcoming me. front row at the water show. a train passes behind me. the train whistle and the rushing water blend into one another and i am right in the middle. the moment is lucid. then water from the sky. rain begins. i bid adieu to my country chapel and climb back up and along the tracks toward home. i collect rusty red railroad spikes as i go. i collect 5. when i am back at the crossing log, i toss each spike over to free my hands for balancing. i steady myself across. when i get to the other side, i only find 4 spikes. i search. everything on the 11 ground is the color of railroad rust in december.

Let us close with poetry‌

The Other Poet early morning quiet lingers reminder of the hours to come reminiscent of those gone the fridge bumbles a considerate fly hums lowly jasmine ashes powder the window unit the Sun, the only one there could be, settles certainly through closed blinds onto my lap suddenly, nearly new to me, i see my shadow 12

For The Ones who make a way Thank you, mom and dad for being available and willing when I asked to be conceived. Thank you, Divinity for being present and accessible in All. Thank you, Creative Energy around me that manifests in friends, children, good food, laughter, and art. Thank you, Destructive Energy that assists me in shedding old skins and perceptions. Thank you, Children and Superheroes for inspiring courage to be like you. Thank you, Reader for sharing your time and energy with One.Drop. 13

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