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Tune in every Sunday at 5:30 pm EST on Facebook (@DinahstaKiane) and Instagram (@KianeInk) for what Miss Kiane likes to call “a break between the rounds”.  Just like boxers take a brief minute in between rounds to catch their breath, wipe their brow and receive advice for the next round, Sunday Coaching desires to be just that for listeners; empowering and encouraging them as they gear up for their new round or week. Sunday Coaching is an extemporaneous conversation with Miss Kiane on topics ranging from loyalty, friendship, faith, dreams, salmon (you had to be there! ) and so much more.  See you Sunday!

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The Gathering: Open Mic with a Cause is BAAACCKKKK!!!!

Kiane Ink is over the moon to be back in the community with its annual Open Mic event. What is The Gathering: Open Mic with a Cause? It is an EXPERIENCE! Started in 2013, Kiane Ink set out to create a space where artists could perform, small business owners could vend, hearts could be encouraged, communities could come together and a cause can be supported. When Miss Kiane first moved to DC [...]

September 29th, 2022|News, Poem of the month|

Poem of The Month

Catching Shit I used to be the shit! Now I just catch the shit. I’m sitting here literally reeking of shit Pondering the meaning of my life. I mean if you think about it, I can do what every man or woman wishes they could do. I’m cloneable a million times over! I can be in the presence of every person in the world at the same time Appealing to inquiring minds Answering [...]

August 30th, 2022|News, Poem of the month|

Poem of the Month

No Longer I woke up and I was not AFRICAN anymore. I no longer felt tethered to their names No longer had to say their names Because, well my name mattered Now… I no longer flatlined when the Blue Light Pulled over my black car. I no longer flinched when Tammy ghost -busted the walls of my personal space. I no longer cared if “we all got along”. I had no interest [...]

January 21st, 2022|News, Poem of the month|

For This Moment

The sun illuminates the brush ever so perfectly. The air is quietly filled with birds songs, wind powered streams and canine conversations. If you listen close enough you can hear the bass line of summer on a nearby basketball court. It’s peaceful. For this moment, the dry brown spots are a luscious green and bare limbs are laden with fruit. Like an enamored lover, the wind, the wind kisses my neck gently while [...]

May 30th, 2017|Poem of the month|

Poem of the Month – March 2016

Defying Gravity Plant your feet in the soil of faith So that when your world turns upside down,  you can look up to the ground  and walk on air  Defying gravity  as you dangle there.  And in this topsy tervy nirvana  only unnecessary is lost. -Miss Kiane (c) 2015 All Rights Reserved  

March 5th, 2016|Poem of the month|

Poem of the Month – January 2016

Grass Don’t Grow in the Ghetto Glass glistens where grass is supposed to grow. Gruesome grooves pierce the ground jutting upward Like black fists punching stale air.   Sharp petaled flowers memorialize Dreams, wishes and whispers of hope   And for the life of me I can’t figure out why grass don’t grow in the ghetto.   Gaping glok gashes sets his face aglow In the afterglow of a grappling with the Po [...]

December 31st, 2015|Poem of the month|

Poem of the Month – For This Moment

For This Moment   The sun illuminates the brush ever so perfectly. The air is quietly filled with birds songs, wind powered streams and canine conversations. If you listen close enough you can hear the bass line of summer on a nearby basketball court.   It’s peaceful. For this moment, the dry brown spots are a luscious green and bare limbs are laden with fruit. Like an enamored lover, the wind, the wind [...]

October 28th, 2015|Poem of the month|

Poem of the Month – June 2015 “Syncopated Hearts”

Syncopated Hearts the cadence of my heart spills out into the street skipping, leaping and dancing revealing the secrets of my fearful soul while dreaming out loud in rhythmic rainbows of happiness my beat is unique. my beat different. and my beat feels isolating. yet forced to yield to the syncopation of the heart beating an ocean away from me, I found that they were really standing right next to me and my [...]

June 21st, 2015|Poem of the month|

Poem of the Month – May 2015 “I Miss My Mom”

I Miss My Mom  I miss my mom. She had good days and bad seasons. On a good day, she’d play with me. Metaphorically ducking her head into my house of imagination. Sometimes we’d play Kingdom where I was the Queen and she my lowly servant. I’d make absurd demands and when she’d fall short, I’d yell, “Off with her head!” In a whimsical British accent, she’d plead for her life, “Oh but [...]

May 11th, 2015|Poem of the month|

That Table

Boston Market catered my Turkey day this year.  Though grateful for the $22.41 needed to purchase this tasty meal, I was saddened that it was not prepared by her hands, served from her dishes….consumed at her table. In fact, that table is gone…loaded on a truck with careless quickness. That table used to hold meals prepared in love. That table used to shelter the dogs from scolding tones. That table held mail sent [...]

April 7th, 2015|Poem of the month|
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