The Heart of A Writer


Have you ever met a writer? Do you know any personally? If so, good! If not, even better! They say only a writer can totally understand another writer, which is true.  However, I am going to do you a favor. I am going to give you a gift of insight into a Writer’s heart.

On the outside, Writers are hard to spot. We like all the things most other people like. You might spot us with a notepad in tow. You never know what ideas might hit us during our travels.  A building, a fountain, or an ordinary lamp can turn into a 500 page novel. We are very observant. Details are a must! We have to use words to tell a story in full color. It is quite possible that a writer saw you in your favorite shirt one day and your shirt was later worn by the love interest in the story. The way you wore that shirt was true inspiration.

Inspiration is key for us Writers. Don’t believe me? Let one of us fall in love with you. The unexpected love notes left on your car or attached to a beautiful gift blow you away. Sentences formed with the technique of a craftsman laced with their feelings for you give you a literary embrace. Our provocative paragraphs seduce you before and after each date. You will become our muse. Our latest projects will reek of the happiness you have brought us. When a Writer is in love, it shows. For every Writer, passion is everything.

A Writer’s heart is pure passion. It guides us. It motivates us. It is common for a Writer to lose sense of time while writing. There is no greater joy for a Writer than when the passion in their hearts ignites the gift in their hands. From there is where you, the reader benefits. For we give the fruits of our passion to you. That is what is in the Heart of a Writer

Kelly Greene

The Rogue Negro


An Urban Fairy Tale

Inspired by the song “She” by Christian Scott

The Afro-Titan returned to his mountain after a long, hard fought war. He was victorious yet his Kingdom payed a heavy price. He proceeded to the throne room with his Ceremonial Herb to smoke and Ancient Nectar to drink. He threw himself into his throne and yelled “QUEEN COME!”. His mighty voice echoed but there was no answer. This time he stood up, snatched off his battle worn shirt and yelled “QUEEN COME!”.

Still no answer. Only his ruined Kingdom off in the distance. The vision wounded his once proud heart. He turned to the Queen’s throne. It too was in ruin. This shattered that heart. He stared at the shambled throne and his eyes glowed with power. Afro-Titan took a drink from the Ancient Nectar and poured the rest on the Queen’s throne. The Titan took 2 puffs from the Ceremonial Herb. He then lightly blew on the lit end until a bright glow and threw it on the throne soaked in Ancient Nectar. A bright orange blaze arose from the throne. Afro-Titan clapped his hands and the orange flame became electric blue! Energy consumed his hands.

This was it! Afro-Titan Summoned all his Soul Power and slammed his right hand on the blue flaming throne! The Impact broke the very pedestal the throne sat on! The shock wave was felt throughout the land! He then plunged his mighty hands into the destruction he caused and began supernatural work! The power and speed in which his hands worked surpassed anything he had ever done. Blood began to poor from worn hands which he only used to smooth out imperfections in his task. Some he poured into base. The passage of time meant nothing to him.

Afro-Titan now stood in front of a brand new throne. It bore the etchings of his life and the desires of his heart. He was pleased! However, There was a problem! Afro-Titan became weak. He had no breath to summon a Queen. His legs became weak and he had to catch himself on the new throne. He was spent. The tenacious Titan lost too much blood from his hands. Sweat poured from his body as morning dew. The key to his immortality, his Soul Power flickered in his body. Afro-Titan became weaker. He collapsed in front of the most elegant and powerful throne ever built for a Queen. Our Titan was near joining the ancestors. His life for this throne worthy of a Titan’s Queen was an acceptable sacrifice. Before Afro-Titan closed his eyes for what he thought would be the final time, he beheld an unfamiliar figure.

Still very weak but startled. He opened his eyes wide. Is this death coming to claim him? The Titan wondered. The figure came closer and revealed itself to be a woman. Dark of hue as the Titan. Long hair in locs with vibrant color tips. She was beauty incarnate and her body built by the gods. No mortal woman matched her. Afro-Titan’s soul once again began to slip further from from existence. The woman knelt down and cradled his head into her lap. She looked down at him with a smile and said “I know your name but I will never say it. It’s written on my heart.” She then removed her loose fitting top and exposed her breasts. Large and beautiful as the hills in his father’s homelands. She nudged the Titan’s head towards one of her breasts.

“Drink my Titan, regain your strength. I am your nourishment.” Her words obeyed and Afro-Titan began her nipple into his mouth and her rich, powerful milk began to fill his mouth. Almost instantly, he felt his body regaining itself. The woman then slid her other arm under the still weak Titan and carried him to his bed! No Woman could do this! This one woman.. Her form … Immortal. Her pedigree…. QUEEN!

She stood on the Balcony as the Titan recovered looking out over his kingdom. Afro-Titan rose slightly to behold the beauty on his balcony. She turned to him and approached the bed while untying a string which released the skirt she was wearing. Our Titan did not move. She crept halfway up his body to admire his legs. However her goal was between them. Caressing his penis, she felt his drive, ambition, his strength, his future. She straddled him and inserted those things into herself. She bit her lip, bowed her head, and began to slowly rock. His Soul Power has that fire her soul sought after. She allowed herself to enjoy it. His head slowly rocked back. Her power and will were at hand and he was consumed. Circular motions of her hips caused Afro-Titan to lose himself in her. Each sway of her hips molded the Titans soul. Sensing the throbbing in his soul, She knew it wouldn’t be long.

With her left hand, she dug her nails into his chest. With her right hand, she firmly grabbed to back of his head. Afro-Titan began to moan and curse as tremors of pleasure waved trough his body. The movement in her hips starts to take short unholy turns with a few wide ones to grind her magic into him. With a loud roar, Afro-Titan succumbs to the tremors in his body and his Soul Power erupts inside her. His power surge triggers one inside her and the Titan is baptized in her juices. He is reborn between her thighs. She slides her hands on either sides of his head and presses her forehead against his and kisses it. She then kisses his lips. From there she drags her nose across both of his cheeks and whispers. “You are whole again my Love.” He looks up at her. She smiles that intimate smile. No man knows what goes through a woman”s mind at this time. Men just enjoy the smile that could mean 1000 things. The Titan was no different. It was then, he pronounced her…. QUEEN!

Afro-Titan’s mind snapped back to his ravaged kingdom, His offering to his new Queen. He tried to sit up to address this with his new Queen. ” My Queen, Our Kingdom, I have…”. She placed a finger over his lips to prevent him from finishing his thought. She looked down at his chest then back into his eyes. “Your Kingdom is a result of you fighting alone.” The Queen said with a smirk. The Queen drew closet to The Titan’s face looking him right the eye and without blinking made this decree..”I am a Queen. I allow no Titan of mine to go to battle without me by his side!” Afro-Titan nodded and it became law.

The satisfied Queen cuddled to her Titan’s side in the bed. He enveloped her in his arms. His Queen protected high atop his mountain. ‘Sleep my Titan.” She whispers. “When we rise, we rebuild our Kingdom”. Afro-Titan closes his eyes

The End

Kelly Greene

The Rogue Negro

The Beginning of Everything


So lets tackle the elephant in my life. I wasn’t planning to but it was odd to say the least. So let me tell you about the day my Divorce was finalized.  The Beginning of everything.

On June 1st of this year I found myself hurling through the atmosphere at a speed I cant fathom because it was all a blur to me. People I come across in conversation say the sky rumbled, lightning flashed, and this cloud spit something out. The blur was rudely and suddenly interrupted by the thud of my body impacting earth. The blur changed from bright light to brown. My body created quite the streak across a field in the middle of somewhere. My whereabouts unknown to me.

I wasn’t  there long before an old black man’s face appeared over my head.  He began to speak:

“Hey, Young Man!…. You Alive?”

I hesitated. Even though I was in a total state of pain, I could feel nothing was broken. The old man lower his hand to help me up. His long, white dreds partially covered his face. I rose from my resting place and gazed back over my landing. The Old Man stood beside me and chuckled. He began to pat down my clothes and knock the clumps of soil from my shoulders.

“I ain’t seen nothing like that since the Devil was cast out of Heaven!”  Said the The Old Man, still chuckling; amusing himself. He started pointing his finger in the opposite direction to trace the Devil’s fall. I looked in that direction as he told his tale. ” He came down over there! There was a thick patch of trees over there . The Devil split them! Spun into a rock that used to be over yonder. Shattered that! Smacked into a cliff down the hill there before sliding down into Hell.”

His tale was entertaining enough to take the edge off my aches and pains but I still had no direction. He grabbed both my wrists like a referee would in boxing match if a boxer had been knocked down. He asked me three questions while shaking my wrists vigorously. I guess I had been knocked down. He Said ” Can you breathe? Can you think? Do your hands work?”. I answered “Yes” immediately to all three. He let go of my wrists and raised his hands. Then he proclaimed “You are at the Beginning of Everything!”

He pointed back to the streak of destruction I left when I hit reality and said “All of your shit is there but I’d leave that old shit there!” I looked over there to see if I could recognize anything I might need and then turned back to the Old Man. Gone! Like a fart in the wind without a trace. All I had left of him was his three questions: Can I breathe? Can I think? Do my hands work? The answer: Yes to all three. Therefore, I am at the Beginning of Everything. Can you breathe? Can you think? Do your hands work? Yes? Then what are you at the beginning of?


Kelly Greene  The Rogue Negro

Shall We Begin


I stayed gone too long. Too far into disbelief in our new President. Too deep into the changes that were happening in my life. Too consumed with the evolution of my surroundings. However, I was learning, becoming that which my art calls me to be.

Sit down, gather round, and let me unravel my pedigree.

Let me serve Wisdom and Philosophy with all Honesty. Let’s enrich our minds and fill our souls. Somewhere in our rational minds we will find the solution to the madness that causes sadness. Forward thinking words and thoughts to help stop our community from sinking. Let these pages find willing eyes that help uplift my people’s pride.

The Godfather of Soul has passed and the Queen of Soul just recently. The mantle of Soul tumbling through the universe looking for its people to reclaim it. We have to be Superbad  and demand R.E.S.P.E.C.T.  WE got SOUL!!! And Here is where I write it. Welcome to Soulful Pages!


— Kelly Greene the Rogue Negro