5/01/2012
2/12/2012
"Where do broken hearts go?"





2/07/2012
The Moon Over Harlem: Haiku,Afro-Bits and other poems by Daniel Carlton
In December 2011, I finally accomplished the goal of putting a book together of some of my poems. I decided to test the market with haiku and mostly shorter poems ( although I do have some long pieces in there too). The Moon Over Harlem: Haiku,Afro-Bits and other poems.
The moon chases me
Across my Harlem rooftop
She wants attention
8/12/2011
8/07/2011
1/20/2011
January Harvest-

January 2011 has turned out to be the most creative month of my life . It feels like harvest time in terms of projects that I've either created and pitched last year, or folks interested in my participation in their events, and lastly the flow of inspiration that has stemmed from being so busy dancing with the spirits of creation.
| The Metropolitan Playhouse (212) 995 8410 for reservations www.metropolitanplayhouse.org 220 E 4th Street Between avenues a and B New York, NY | |
| Written by Daniel Carlton* Performed by Daniel Carlton* ,and Benja K* as Pigfoot Mary Is today Pigfoot Mary's last day selling her eats on the streets of Harlem in the 1920's? Who are Hot Fingers The Piano Player, The Garveyite, Crispus The Numbers Runner, and General Wilson the street veteran? How do Langston Hughes, Paul Laurence Dunbar, A'lia Walker, Countee Cullen Zora Neale Hurston, and many more Harlem renaissance figures fit into their lives? All told in Verse! Starring Daniel Carlton* and Benja K* Added bonus voiceovers featuring Harrison Lee, Queen Esther, Cornelius Bates , Bruce Hawkins and Genovis Albright - All for only $18 or use your Equity card* $10 for youth under 18 *Appear courtesy of Actor's Equity Dates: Jan-19th ,25th, 28th , 7 PM except Jan 30th at 4pm Harvest 2 : The Schomberg Center For Research in Black Culture NYC I am directing a children's play called " The Dream Inn that will be performed as part of Langston Hugues's birthday celebration , This play is a collection of Mr Hughes poetry that I have woven into a narrative about the Great Migration into Harlem in it's early days. I am also presenting a work in progress of a documentary that I am filming called " Langston in Harlem" This is based on a series of interviews that I am doing with a variety of Harlem folks about the way that they view him, his impact on their lives, and lastly a creative piece of his that they remember well enough to recite. Harvest 3 : I am participating in an event called Medicine Men at the Dwyer Cultural Center in Harlem I have written , and will perform two pieces for this_I'm really going out on a limb for one of the pieces called "Bury Me Pretty" come see what I mean Harvest 4 www.youtube.comThe Gala Evening on January 24, 2011 at Aaron Davis Hall 138 Convent Avenue (West 135th Street and Convent Avenue) New York, NY 10031 For information call 212-491-2206 or visit schomburgcenter.org The anniversary celebration will feature the premiere of a multimedia performing arts work. Directed by the amazing George Faison . I am one of the narrators at this event that has some SERIOUS star power up on the stage too. No name dropping of course but-some of these folks-I've dreamed of working with Feb- ( I'm aiming to release my book of poetry "Harlem Haikus and afro bits" on Amazon's Kindle e reader platform More to come! Tell me about your harvests too-ok -and thanks! | |
12/21/2010
A repeat -my annual Harlem X Mas poem-but it could be anywhere
Was The Night Before Christmas ( and all through the hood) A Daniel Carlton Joint

Harlem Christmas
By Daniel Carlton
It was the night before Christmas
All through the hood
Things were type quiet
You could say all good
The crack fiends were chilling
The weed heads and alkies too
It was so chill
Like the whole block took medicine for the flu
Windows were blinging
With colorful lights
It was like being in Times Square at midnight
The kids sleeping hard
But keeping their cool
On none of their mouths could you see any drool.
Dreaming about X boxes, dolls, and play stations too
Don’t Dreaming make the world feel brand new?
My shorty who is as fine as can be
Was looking flavalicious delicious
Hanging lights on the tree
I was about to give a hug you know, get me some love
When I heard this sound on the fire escape above
I grabbed my bat and ran to the window
Somebody is trying to get hurt messing with my flow
I looked up and saw this dude who was big like fat Joe
Or was it a pimp?
I kept hearing ho, ho,ho
Below on the street was a raggedy ride
I must of been tripping
It looked like it could fly
It was tagged up with some crazy names
Like dancer and prancer and does that say Rick James?
I needed a closer look to see what was up with this dude
But my Grandma would pop me if she saw me being rude
Then he looked at me with bight shiny eyes
I could tell that it wasn’t because he was high
He had on a red suit that looked real nice
His white belt was so big -on me- it would wrap around twice
His beard game was smooth
His sideburns were tight
Something about him was chill
Not looking for a fight
Then it hit me
I swear that it did
I hadn’t thought about him since I was a kid
He said “I see that you recognize who I am”
Then he rubbed his big belly full of mac and cheeses, fried chicken and ham
“ It’s good to be back in Harlem
This much is true”
“The Schomberg, Apollo, and Lenox Avenue too.
I,ve got to get over to Slyvia’s and get some soul food for my boo.”
“But first it ‘s time to pass out these gifts”
“The folks of Harlem need things that uplift”
“I can’t give out apartments that people can afford.
Somebody better get it together before they become null and void”
“I can’t teach the children how to read
Recognize that in your house video games aren’t a need”
“A book is the way to travel real cheap
You don’t even have to leave your couch and the stars you can reach”
“Everybody in life wants to have fun
How does that work if you have a gun?”
“Parents when they take time with young ones
Become the youth’s connection to the sun”
“Kids need to be kids
They’ll grow up soon enough
They’ll find out that without love
Life can be rough”
“Love has to work two ways though
Or you’ll find yourself in a hole face down and covered with snow”
With that said I have to bounce-you know time to go”
“Ho, Ho , Ho”
He was gone like a ghost.
Without leaving toys his presents were still the most
The gift of knowledge was what he dropped
If we use them and share them
We can’t be stopped.

