Summer Hill Seven created poemedy - a lyrically poetic storytelling form where the past meets the present to create poignant, passionate theater for today and tomorrow. Hang Time! is for tomorrow.
David Lamb,
Writer/Producer
Platanos & Collard Greens
This is a profound work of art by a very talented and gifted poet. I highly recommend it to all who appreciate the spoken and written word.
Sekou Molefi Baako,Executive Director,
Langston Hughes Community Library and Cultural Center-Queens Public Library
President, Black Caucus of the American Library Association
Summer Hill Seven’s ebullient “neo-beat-hip-hop” verse explodes from the page to the stage with a powerful multicultural message! Delightful!
Phil Hubbard,
Chair of Performance Studies Department
University of Nevada Las Vegas
Summer Hill Seven is an exceptionally gifted writer and performer whose work is both entertaining and thought provoking.
Sanford Robbins
Director, Professional Theatre Training Program
University of Delaware
Fiercely powerful!
Jennifer Weaver
Daily News of Southern Utah
Hang Time Before Time Hangs Us
Hang time from a money tree;
Kill the past - set the slaves free.
Hang time from a poet tree;
Set all the prisoners free.
Let’s lynch every second too
Each minute, hour and toc,
Live as now unfolds to you.
Choke rotations of this rock.
Dates, zones, happenings in space
They’re enemies to God’s race.
Murdering time kills the past.
Suspend history in space
‘Til you mutilate it’s face
Snap it’s neck - be free at last!
No more anticipation
Fear, hate or repetition
Of holocausts – genocides.
Time’s death – the last homicide.
Hang time for you & for me.
Hang time so we can be free.
Let time die for our sins
Then eternal life begins.
Homelessness Iz Still Rising.
Homelessness.
Home. Less. Ness.
Home? Less? Nest?
Homeless nest? Homeless nest.
Less homelessness.
Yes. Less homelessness
Lest homeless nest?
Homelessness is on the rise.
No it’s not a surprise.
This is not a disguise.
Please don’t close your eyes
As another un-domiciled American dies.
The plight not the person despise
Home’s are as inalienable as the sunrise.
Homelessness is on the rise, Mr. Bush.
Cuz when shove comes to push
And push comes to Bloom
And Bloom comes to berg from the suburbs
Homelessness is on the rise in all five boroughs
And all 48 contiguous states feeling the rush
Of chickens quietly roosting on the hush-hush.
From New York to New Orleans
Homelessness is on the rise.
No ifs, ands, buts or whys.
Stop the big fat white lies.
Homelessness is on the rise
Like the high tide of the Atlantic
And the Pacific – time to panic, guys.
Homelessness is on the rise
Like the new World Trade Center
Re-emerging - Twin Towers
Converging into a high rise
While the USA continues to terrorize
The Mid-east for more oil to merchandize
And more black southerners to ghettoize.
As millions of jobs wave bye-bye
The elite sit in their deluxe mansion in the sky
The working class sits and wonders “how can I
Keep the roof over my head
When the ends don’t meet and ain’t justified
I’m trying to eat not commit genocide
Or homicide or suicide or fratricide.”
The discontented winter is getting nippy
While homelessness continues to rise
Like the waters of the Mississippi.
Yet FEMA’s solutions are trippy
Cuz wealthy politicians are dippy
Providing rhetorical covering more drippy
Than the latest U.S. Supreme Court nominee.
When I become an un-domiciled American
Can I squat in the great white mansion?
