We Made It.

We made it. That's what they always say. On a journey or a trip or the end or beginning of an endeavor. After a great outpouring of energy or intention. We made it. We made it. We made it, y'all. We here. Good googly moogly, we made it. Good Gawd A'mighty, we made it. We made it.

Well, this is written in a hurry, but the same thing here. We made it. I may write out a more leisurely thanks and appreciation of the year, effort, inspiration... determination and hours and dealing and wheeling and haggling and heggling and peglegging it that has brought us here where we are finally telling you all....

Flier Arts is here. Point your browsers and navigational tools to this place!

But for right now all i have is a friggin!

WAAAHOOOOO!

JEEEESSHH!

I WON'T EDIT ANOTHER THING. SHE WON'T EAT ANOTHER

CRACKER! I WON'T WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE TO GET THIS SHOW

ON THE ROAD! 

My mind is blastin. The lady is ballasting. It's about to be 2010. The Future. Do you know it's about to be The Future?

Sincerestly!

Intisar Abioto

Editor-in-Chief.

LETTER FROM THE EDITOR: WE MADE IT.

FLIER ARTS INTERVIEWS PETEY FRANKLIN OF SNEAK PEEK - MEMPHIS & STRANGE FRUIT PRODUCTIONS

MINORITY FEST AT GLASSLANDS, IMAGES BY JASON LALOR

PORTALS BY FILMMAKER KALIMAH ABIOTO

FLIBY: LOST IN KENSINGTON 12/20/2009 INTISAR ABIOTO - BROOKLYN

SOAP BOX OPEN MIC AT ODESSA BY THE PCF - MEMPHIS TN

2010 Reimagined

Lost in Kensington - Brooklyn, NY

    Exactly a year ago this past Sunday, I was lost around 3 AM in the Kensington area of Brooklyn. Walking. Silent. White & Muffled. Yellow. Light. I know I must've walked back and across of this one icy bridge thing twice.. and  up several streets before I figured out where I was. Exited out out the wrong long end of the subway stop. Hecka cold. Nobody outside really to get directions. Nevertheless beautiful.