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Mahogany L. Browne

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Mahogany L. Browne was born in Oakland, California. She is the author of several poetry collections and chapbooks, including Black Girl Magic (Roaring Brook Press/Macmillan, 2018), Kissing Caskets (YesYes Books, 2017), Smudge (Button Poetry, 2016), Redbone (Aquarius Press, 2015) and #Dear Twitter: Love Letters Hashed Out Online (Penmanship Books, 2010).

Browne is the founder and publisher of Penmanship Books, which she created “as the answer to the performance poet’s publishing problem.” She is also the author of Unlikely & Other Sorts (Penmanship Books, 2006), a collection of poetry and essays, and the editor of His Rib: Stories, Poems & Essays by HER (Penmanship Books, 2007).

Also an award-winning performance poet, Browne is active in the spoken word community. She has released five LPs of her work and serves as the poetry program director and Friday Night Slam curator for the Nuyorican Poets Café. She is currently pursuing an MFA in writing and activism at Pratt Institute in New York City.


Selected Bibliography

Smudge (Button Poetry, 2016)
Redbone (Aquarius Press, 2015)
Swag (Penmanship Books, 2010)
#Dear Twitter: Love Letters Hashed Out Online in 140 Characters or Less (Penmanship Books, 2010)
Unlikely & Other Sorts (Penmanship Books, 2006)

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I wish I knew how
It would feel to be free
I wish I could break
All the chains holding me —Nina Simone


today i am a black woman in america
& i am singing a melody ridden lullaby
it sounds like:
              the gentrification of a brooklyn stoop

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& then the poet became G  D/like
just’a rolling his tongue everywhere
like G O D must’ve
when the earth got birth(ed) & even

           after the fertile soil turned
over on herself/  & the sky--a mix

between "blue&what you looking @?"

(that was sometime

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when I dropped my 12-year-old off at her first
homecoming dance, I tried not to look
 
her newly-developed breasts, all surprise and alert
in their uncertainty. I tried not to imagine her
 
mashed between a young man's curiousness
and the gym's sweaty wall. I tried not picture
 
her grinding off beat/on time to
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