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B. 1986. American artist and author. Writing to contribute to the improvement of public discourse. Opinion/considerations/art criticism/poetry

I am an artist and a writer and my name is Judson Stacy Vereen.

photo credit @ Kevin Coffey

What I intend to do, what every writer works hard to do, is to express myself clearly — with the knowledge that as I write, I am also learning, and “myself” is a subject that I am always seeking to understand better. I am also interested in the work of others. If you would like me to read something of yours or anything at all — let me know by dropping it in the comments section.


In the Medium platform, specifically, I intend to publish a…

The article felt honest and well thought out. It seemed like a valid criticism of CRT, not a presentation of CRT itself. I do know that the current scenario regarding CRT is that anybody that opposes it is instantly accused of not knowing what it is. Seems to be a trend going around...

James, I came across this article scrolling through Perceive More! Since you published my article on the same subject, you know that I disagree! Good on you for publishing an article that stood so directly against your position!...That's why I like this pub in the first place. Cheers,

As a response/alternate take on the subject "Can Black people be racist?" I wrote this piece, published in Perceive More! Maybe it will open up a dialogue.

Analysis and statistics are harder to parse through than one initially may realize. But how do we begin to unpack the abstract nature of culture? I fear we cannot have an honest conversation without addressing the elephant in the room-

what does 30+ years of "fuck da police" do from a perceptive standpoint? How do we address the fetishization of gangster culture? ( its not all Black people) What role does rap music, particularly gangsta rap play in an aesthetic/optical sense? Again, if we do not address this culture, it is not a full conversation.

Violence is not a Black…

Poem from Through San Francisco, DARKLY by Judson Vereen

Artist and Writer Judson Vereen. Image Credit: Michael Duffy


Give me drops of sunburst liquid honey
give me your lovely.
I want to pick fruit with you
and you can bake them into those little pies
When the taste of sweet Chartreuse
matches the hue of both your eyes.

Sing me a love song, darling.
let me harmonize

I’d like to take you on a stroll
and see the city from the hill
when the sleeping city tenants,
are often quiet and so still

Lay down on the bed my dear
let’s see what transpires

I’d like to know…

A poem from Through San Francisco, DARKLY by Judson Vereen

Heartbreak — collage by Judson Vereen

Now, what’s a heartbreak about?
What’s love about?
What’s money about?
What’s a lovely woman’s ass or breasts about?
I don’t know,
I don’t care.
All I know is that they be truthful,
All I know is that they be there.
Now, what are all the flavors of the body?

How does it gyrate?
How does it writhe?
I taste clove and musk.
I taste honey, and bourbon,
Sweat and floral aura,
Tobacco and vanilla Leather
What does the body respond to while wrapped in distinct pleasure? …

A poem from “Through San Francisco, DARKLY” by Judson Vereen

Artist and Writer Judson Vereen. Photo Credit: Mark DiRuzza

I need not see what you’re doing,
the Bellower is calling, calling
It echoes, but it is slight decayed,
and the bell-ringer is stalling,

(Justice sings the tower of song,
and is lovely as the day is long)

I need not see what you’re doing,
the bird of prey is diving, diving,
towards again, it’s victim worm,
in a pram, writhing

I need not see what you’re doing,
the armory is paying, paying,
fortunes to those, without clothes,
and filming them while playing

(where the devil came to stay,
you stood…

Judson Vereen by Yasmin França, 2020

The Moon illuminates through my cigarette smoke and the night,
The evening received significance not from my writing, but from the falling star that sank quickly, disappearing behind the rooftops while I stared blankly at the moon.
The cold concrete of the street chilled my body,
and there it was;
This draft of insignificance,
almost as if brought on by the wind. It formed all around me
and I felt it.
As I became lost the stars would wink, and I felt useless.
They said to me this:
You may be the king of your world,
but your world is nothing,
You may be worshipped in your land,
but your land is…

A letter to an artist

photo credit: Stefan Vereen

I don’t know how these things happen, really. I mean when things seem to just cascade downhill. It all goes awry so quickly — but perhaps the real truth is it all goes by slowly, insidiously, underneath your feet. Perhaps the preconditions move slowly — and the event itself, the calamity is instantaneous.

You may start to think life just goes the way it wants to and maybe you really have nothing to do with it. I can’t explain how things get out of control and how it goes by fast and slow — I…

Judson Vereen

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