Sky Blue FC

The odious clouds consumed the silver skies leaving the sun imperceptible. The thousands of riotous rain drops slammed against the filthy asphalt. That day, the world was different. Today this merciless world was missing someone. The vast world took away someone insignificant to the diverse population, but extremely important to me. It was May 6th 2013, the woman I call “Abuela” (Grandma in Spanish) was laying on her death bed, room number 313, hospice. A tall man with a five o’clock shadow…

The sky is blue, morning blue, when the sun is just rising, at about 6 o’clock. The chilly Autumn morning made me feel safe as I peered out the dew lined window. Leaves blew across the street, yet not too many because it's early in the season. Its nice to look out, seeing the smoke come out of the chimneys from the warm homes where everyone is asleep this sunday morning. Then out of the corner of my eye, amongst the beautiful fall scenery and warm houses was a guy, creeping out the back mill…

picture that I liked. I lightly drew it out. I got my paint and started painting. The background was pink. I changed it to blue so I wasn’t copyrighting. The first color was a blue, but I didn’t have to add and whites to change. Next, I mixed a little white with a lot of blue to make it a little lighter color blue. Next, I painted the next strip a little light blue by adding…

started to show their final beauty, Some just turning deep orange, some already reaching red, and few that were soon to fall, or ones that were already laid to rest on the ground, a dull brown. Dusk had just began, and the hue of the orange-purple sky had began to show. My team and I arrive at the stadium in the claissic, from the kiddy books, bright yellow school bus. A new song was playing over the stadiums sound syster, a song I really liked, but still do not know the name of. That song play…

The wind caressed my cheek in a soft embrace as it blew cold wispy kisses on my skin, the dark had taken over about an hour past, and the sky was filled with dazzling stars and a moon so ominous it sent chills down my spine. The ships had set sail this morning, leaving my home behind in hopes of a brighter life, a better future. As I had taken my first step onto the old ship, the floorboards creaked and groaned reminding me of the home I left. I looked out, marvelling in the darkness that…

A glowing medallion in the sky complimented by a cool, tranquil breeze sets a happy mood for the day. Urban blues can be heard walking downtown Chicago. A jungle of buildings, each varying in size, tower above all. Rich history accompanies the renown architecture. Strong, iron bridges hover above the glassy blue-green Chicago River. Fresh air and a gentle breeze from the water clears the sinuses. A faint sea scent can be detected. Swaying to and fro in the wind, tall oaks line the river.…

It gets stupidly hot in Danielsville, Louisiana, especially around summer. This would be fine I guess if we had something to do, to keep our mind off of the heat but there isn’t anything to do. Danielsville, Louisiana has three churches (Pentecostal), twice as many bars, one high school and no books stores or libraries. This means you’re either too drunk to read, or too Christian to read anything good. Big enough to have a mayor’s house, but not big enough to be on any map of any kind, it’s the…

Normally, it was not unlike Kolda to rise before a human had any right to, on the cusp of an ink-blotted morning, when the trees were still working tirelessly to shake the vestiges of dew from their waxy-leaves. When, on the horizon, a burnt orange ribbon lined its lip, radiating waves of indigo and cobalt and casting the world beneath it in an eerie, complacent glow. A creamy fog would trickle across the hyssop field from border of Sylph Grove, a merciful cover to nature’s cities beneath,…

Without African music we would not have some of the most popular genres of music that we have today. African music influence helped create genres like jazz, gospel, blues, soul and even hip hop and reggae. The traditional song and dance created by native Africans spread all over the world as its fusion with other type of song helped create the music we all know and love today. The spread of the African music can be traced to the slave trade that shipped Africans all over the world. The one thing…

thoughts, Hughes felt a deep sense of passion to poetically write of the struggles faced by many impoverished African Americans. During the Harlem Renaissance, Langston Hughes used poetry to convey the African American cultural through a rhythm and blues style about dreams, suffering, the soul, and America. Langston Hughes expresses his concerns of deferred dreams, which were lost during a depressive time in a short masterpiece called “Harlem”. This poem was published in 1951 when blacks…