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The New Webseries, Where is the Love coming soon

Character Breakdown
The story of LOVING  who juggles life during the day as a student,, and at night she sells pleasure for a modest fee.  Sex to her is just a means to an end,  but she'll soon discover that many are in search of love -- including  HERSELF.
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 If there are 8 million stories in the naked city then Harlem has a million of them.  Listen to the voices of it's greatest inhabitants as they share the passion, pain and beauty of the Harlem experience




                                                                  by James Gillard
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Listen to a small time drug dealer as he makes a new name in the crack game.  He will soon learn that it's not what you do that matters but what you say.

Then there's the talented photographer tormented by artistic obsession and carnal desires.  He encounters a mysterious woman who reveals the one thing both have tried to avoid -- the truth

Then there's the rehabilitated writer who returns back to Harlem a place where his past and present collide and only he can tell the difference.  Unbeknownst to him he is about to write his greatest work -- HIS LIFE

Then there's the jazz connoisseur who watches with apprehension as the young rapper moves into his building.  This sets in motion a chain of events, which proves change if even not welcomed is inevitable.

These are the voices of people who scream because they can't be heard.

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                               "Where Is The Love" below
                  soon to become an upcoming webseries in 2017

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    Read Excerpts below

There‘s a new Harlem
And it‘s just across 110th street, There we see Jesus sitting in a small cafĂ©
Sipping on apple martinis instead of red wine Adjusting his Yankee fitted
Cause he‘s next on that poetry line He grabs the mic and say‘s
―For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting life‖
and then and only then JESUS WEPT


The dollar bill eased underneath the young lady‘s g- string she smiled pleasantly at the handsome man. He winked at her. This was the usual way Dana encountered women. He had spotted this woman as soon as he came in. The dark complexion and short haircut turned him on. ―I‘ll be right down, she whispered to him. ―I‘ll be right here he whispered back. She smiled at him even more as she stepped away to collect more tips. Dana sat back in his chair and swallowed the rest of his E&J. He watched the young lady as she danced, flinging herself across the pole in a number of moves. At the same time Dana thought about what had led him to this club. It was the same thing that led him out other nights -- The overwhelming feeling of loneliness which could only be quenched by the touch of a woman. He and his boys named it ―the calling of the flesh. This shit was habitual. Dana thought to himself. Black men ranging from there 20‘s – 50 sat around the stage. Black and Latino woman walked provocatively through the hands of men waving dollar bills. Some men waved nothing but were quick to get a quick feel if possible.    This was the ultimate in disrespect and Dana knew it, and despised it. These were the contradictions of his life. To treat woman like queens and in his quiet moments to place himself in a place that was the total opposite. The whole scene reminded him of a program he watched when he was young called ―The Wild Kingdom, the one when the tigers would stake out their prey. They would set upon a herd of deer and single out the weakest - then pursue it until they killed it. He thought to himself just like panthers. But it was hard to figure out who was the prey and who was the hunter. These women had as much game as the men did. Dana was bought back to reality by a soft touch on his leg and a whisper in his ear.
―Thinking about me, it was the chocolate girl he had just tipped. ―Definitely, and all the wonderful things we can do, she smiled ―a brother with many lines.   Dana sized her up; small oval eyes a very slender neck, which led to broad shoulders and lean arms. Dana could tell the long nights of dancing were starting to take their tolls by the dark shadows underneath her eyes. Not too much in the chest department, but very lean legs that were attached to an average but firm ass. What Dana found most attractive was the haircut, natural and complimentary to her face.
My name is Star, extending her hand to Dana And Im Dana, what are you drinking Star. I‘ll take the same thing you have.   Star surveyed Dana taking in the whole picture as he ordered his drink. She had noticed him at the bar.  His tall medium built figure. He was coolly dressed sporting a leather jacket, corduroy shirt and jeans. No gold, basic. He wore his hair in a short Afro. ―So Star, you definitely have a dancer‘s body, but what else do you   do?
―Well, I‘ve just relocated from Virginia, and I‘m just getting my feet wet in New York. So the dancing is all I‘m doing right now.‖ I‘m really feeling your style‖; Dana said gesturing to her head. ―I assume you like the haircut‖ she replied touching her hair. ―Yeah, you got that modified Angela Davis thing happening. ―You know I can‘t help but wonder: what is a queen like you doing amongst a den of thieves? The compliment felt good to Star. So many men threw out compliments just to get over, but she sensed sincerity in Dana‘s voice. As if sensing her staring at him he looked straight into her eyes.   She instinctively asked,

―So are you a thief‖? And he repliedNo, I usually ask for the things I want, and I’m usually given the things I need.” No more needed to be said, the game would be played out over drinks.

View Writer's Block a short film
written and produced by James Gillard
Filmed exclusively on location at the home of
starring Jaylen Sansom, Claudia Anthony and
directed by Rahum Brown

Writer's Block from James Gillard on Vimeo.

   Pendemonium - "Harlem Noire" from James Gillard on Vimeo.






Where will I be? What will I be doing?  Who am I?  Many times such small issues as inattentiveness, aggressiveness, and anger can be signs of larger issues which never are addressed.  Our young people have a lot to say about their lives but they often wonder can anybody hear them. In this collection you will hear the voices of some of those youth     Bullying, peer pressure, dating, social networking and other issues.

Available in Kindle format click link below

                                             Available on kindle and Nook devices                                                                  CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? Voices of youth
                                                 BY JAMES GILLARD                                                      

  (short stories, scenes, skits and monologues for middle        school  and high students)

REVOLUTION taken from the book - voices of youth

2010 Puffin Grant winner for Children's video
  Can Anybody Hear Me? voices of youth



                     Can Anybody Hear Me? voices of youth


Autobiography of a PITBULL

Hear the voice of Mark, the captain of 1S 201’s basketball teams.  He’s a natural leader.  Usually he makes great decisions on and off the court.   But when he encounters Troy his decisions don’t only affect him, they affect others


Hear the voice of Angela and Rebecca two high school seniors who take a walk home from school.  They soon discover that an obvious sign keeps their community in fear, holds no one accountable and one of them has the voice to make the difference.



Hear the voice of EJ a 17 year old student trying to maneuver his way through family, school and relationship.   For him life is full of uncertainty.  After a tragic lost he soon discovers the thing he wasn’t ready to become – he already is. 


                                                         I CAN"T SLEEP

Hear the voice of Rasheeda A+ student who enjoys her friends and family.  But lately she can't sleep.  Rasheeda finds it hard to focus especially because she's holding on to a terrible secret. (Watch I CAN"T SLEEP) A monologue for a 

                    WATCH VIDEO CLIP OF JAZZ IS HIP HOP 

Big up to NYC for the support of our 3 night run at the world famous

Nuyorican Poets Cafe.  We had a blast.  

       View Video Trailer of the theatrical version          


       I would like to thank all of the wonderful people who came out last week to catch the two 
performances of IF HARLEM COULD TALK IT WOULD SCREAM.  A great turnout.  Special thanks to my Norman Thomas High School Alum for showing love both nights.   

NTHS Class of 84




                                                                    APIL 2016   
                                              for the play "PENDEMONIUM"by James Gillard

      This is the tale of a writer (Darcy Sinclair)  whose short stories and essays on black life have garnered him fame.  He now embarks on his first book.  funny thing is he's got a serious case of writer's block.  It is here he meets a mysterious woman  who encourages, seduces and torments him.   He's writing again but it's not the same and neither is he.  Darcy now witnesses firsthand the whirlwind effects of substance abuse.   It is here he pens three tales of seduction, social repression and tragedy.  Unbeknownst to Darcy Sinclair he is about to write his greatest work. -- HIS LIFE.

Provocative, daring, and uncompromising realism

                           Starring Sky James,   Tola K. Lawal and Donald Calliste

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Watch the trailer from the upcoming Episodic series
written by James Gillard
Currently looking for Producers/Investors
When a drug dealer is killed in Harlem, NY, a corrupt cop is ordered to solve the case.  A conscious witness in the community steps forward.  Unbeknownst to her, her testimony can implicate him, unearths secrets about his partner, and reveals the paralyzing effect of “NO SNITCHING” in the community.


                                                    EXCERPTS BELOW
                               EXCERPT FROM HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS
                                     taken from IF HARLEM COULD TALK...

But his wife looked back from behind him,
And she became a pillar of salt
Genesis 19:26:

November 21,

The 7:10 had just pulled into New York's Penn Station. It was rush hour the busiest time of the day. Darcy peered out the window and watched the young, old, businessmen, lovers, students and workers scurry along the platform, most hurrying home due to the short week, and Thanksgiving was right around the corner.  Darcy pulled his carrying bag from the top of the train rack effortlessly. He was traveling light.  His stay was for three days.  Thursday he would be back home digging into the huge spread Tanya had prepared.   She had to be the hardest working, most considerate woman in North Carolina,   But at this very moment New York was calling. He glided through the train doors, and strode past the herds of people. He exited the station at the 35th street exit hoping he could avoid the crowds and catch a taxi unfortunately the City streets threw him a curve with hordes of shoppers and vendors milling around 8 th avenue.  A robust older Spanish man, had set up a table with name brand perfumes and colognes, 
“Got that Armani, Polo, Calvin Klein, whatever occasion I got the scent. 10 dollars people you can’t beat that.”  A little further up the block another crowd had formed.  Three young brothers, dressed in sweat suits and baggy shirts moved their bodies to the beat of Soul Sonic Forces, “planet Rock.”  They popped, intertwined and showcased an assortment of flips and break dance moves that drove the crowd crazy.  Darcy could feel his body jerk to the beat of Bambatta’s classic hit.  He realized that’s what was fresh about the city -- any place could be your playground.  He dropped 10 dollars in the boy’s hat and thought about his next move. It had been 4 years since he was back in the city and nothing had changed. .  A young black woman walked by wearing tight fitting jeans and carrying Macy bags. She watched his every move.  He stood just over 6ft with a boxer’s build, wide shoulders and a face that revealed a neatly lined goatee and striking bald head. He was sure to catch admiring eyes.  The added weight only made him feel good about himself. He could feel the tautness of his muscles through his blue wind-breaker-- those early morning workouts were starting to pay off.  Who would’ve known that only four years earlier this same man was being stepped on as he slept on the sidewalk.  The young lady gave a glance which acknowledged her interest. Joshua thought for a second about something his uncle always used to tell him, “money and a fine ass woman will always throw a man off his shit.”  It doesn't matter how righteous he is.” Joshua decided to pass on the opportunity. After all, he was a married man and only home for the holidays, why complicate things.

Darcy looked at the spacious master suite at the Marriott Marquis.  The room was adorned in gold and red tapestry, a couch, full length bed and 32 inch TV. The C.A.A.W (Conference of African American Writers) had spared no expenses for their 25th annual convention.  Darcy was honored to be the featured speaker of this year’s convention.  He opened his duffel back pulling out the convention invite.  The past few years he had declined to attend always citing family issues, but in all reality Darcy was scared.  Crowds seemed to bring unnecessary attention, and he was constantly ashamed about had he had handled success in previous years there were too many questions about his addiction and state of mind.  2001 marked a new time, one for self discovery.  His writings now garnered him fame not only in African American circles but in white and Latino markets.  He took time to reflect on this unashamedly.  After all he only started writing because, “he needed to eat”.  At least that’s what he liked to say.   A humble beginning with the publication of a few short stories and then in 1995 his landmark essay for Essence.  "INNER VOICES OF A DROWNING MAN." Title alone got him six more writing gigs.  Some said he possessed the gift. of writing stories that questioned society's values,  He soon followed that up with his searing expose titled, “BROWN VERSUS BOARD OF ED,  A CHILDREN”S STORY,” Ebony cited it as the clearest indictment on urban America’s failing school system which had ever been written.  Then the book deals came in and he was  now the new “hot shot writer,” on the scene.  His first book Writer’s Block quickly moved up  The Time’s Best Sellers List, ending the year at no.18.  Huge numbers for a relative unknown. He was rising, but just as quickly came the fall.  A child was on the way, and Darcy was concerned about being a one hit wonder.  He realized years later that he had put too much pressure on himself, and his insecurity provided an opening for cocaine.   Just the thought of it sent chills through his body....

 Read excerpt of  story 


Nuttin make a woman feel betta

Than barrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddaz
Chillin in a benz with my ami-gos
If you say so, then I’m the same chick

That you want to get with

              -Little Kim-


Sleep was good but it was time to make money.  Simone had fallen asleep for 5 hours “shit its 12:00 am.”  She quickly checked her messages.  She had 12 new calls.  Seven were regular.  Five were new.  At that very moment her cell phone went off.  Hello… this is her…She would always change her voice to sound as professional yet sexy as possible.    $250 for the hour, 200 for the half, you interested?  Oh thank you…I got a pen … 338 w 138th street between 7th & 8th.  Your telephone number?  She wrote it down.  And what’s your name. 
“DANA”, ok, give her about an hour Dana.

138th between 7th & 8th was a known landmark of Harlem the street was named Strivers Row.  It was known for its beautiful brownstones, which lined the street.  At the turn of the century it was one of the richest streets in New York City.  Upward mobile blacks that consisted of lawyers, doctors, entertainers, and the elite of African –American culture inhabited it.  Therefore, it was dubbed Strivers Row.  Simone viewed the area and was very impressed.  She didn’t know blocks like this existed in Harlem.  She looked at her make-up one last time.  Made sure her outfit was on point.  Feeling under dressed, she wondered if the leather pantsuit was appropriate.  “Maybe, I should’ve worn an evening dress or something.  Shit, Simone get a grip.  He knows your style. He saw your picture.  “This is me,” she couldn’t believe she was saying these things.  A slight chill went up her spine and momentarily she though about leaving.  Taking a deep breath, she realized after all she was “Passion” and this was just a person in need of her services.
Dana had sat back and poured himself a glass of Alize.  He looked at his apartment it had all the makings of a bachelor’s pad with style.  A contemporary couch set sat in the living room.  A dining table carved from oak wood in the kitchen.  African art decorated the walls, not heavily but enough to give it that Afro-centric look.  A state of the art entertainment center completed the living room.  Dana’s room had large pictures of his work lined against the walls.  All the accents of an upward mobile brother were visible.

 At times he would rush home just to work on another project.  He couldn’t stand being alone.  He felt socially inadequate at parties and clubs; everyone out on a mission to meet that certain someone.  He needed someone.  Star was cool.  But they were not compatible.  He found himself skimming through a guide, which he had picked up some time ago.  He was always ashamed to look at it, but always unable to throw it away.  He was drawn to it.  It featured black and Latino women in the nude.  At first glance it appeared to be nothing more than an adult magazine similar to Playboy or Penthouse, but unlike those magazines it had a guide to various gentlemen clubs and it was lined throughout with numerous escort services.  Beautiful women posed in seductive wear.  Dana knew the reason he never got rid of it.  It was a beautiful sister who went by the name of Passion.  Her face could barely be seen.  Never the less her image was striking. A red sheer lingerie set which was slightly opened.  It revealed the outline of the curve of her breast, tasteful, but yet effective.  Her hands rested on her hips in a confident manner.  Her full figure couldn’t be seen because her legs and hips were covered up.  But she was wise.  The lingerie was sheer and a glimpse of a firm thigh could be seen.  Dana didn’t know what it was about this girl that turned him on.  Maybe it was just the picture, he wanted to give props to the photographer but there was nothing aesthetically different from any of the other pictures.  Most were done cheaply in rooms or studios.  It was the stare, and pose.  This young lady had confidence written all over her.  It was obvious to see why.  He felt the urge to call the number various times but couldn’t go through with it. He was ashamed.  He would watch the basketball game.  The Knicks were doing well and it was the stretch drive.  “Every game counts, this is what it’s all about.” No sooner than he said it, his mind was back on the young lady in the picture.  Temptation was strong but he held out for a moment.  He found himself dialing the number.  After each number he took a deep breath, and then he finally completed the call.  An answering machine kicked in and a sweet voice replied…Hi you’ve reached PASSION.  But leave your name and number and I will return your call.  Please speak clearly.  I don’t return cell phones or pages.  See you soon. Dana felt relieved.  It wasn’t meant to be.  In reality Dana wanted to be alone. He watched the whole game but when it ended he found himself shuffling books in his bookshelf, and then he found himself at the magazine again.  This time promising himself if no one answered that would be it.  The phone rang twice than three times Dana had just promised himself he would let the phone ring no more than four times.  At the fourth ring, a young lady answered. Her voice sounded a bit aggravated.  Dana hesitated then spoke up.  I’m trying to reach Passion.  Is this her…”  The young lady regrouped and her voice sounded smooth and professional.  Dana decided it was ok to take a chance.

   Scroll below to read the short story Graduation Day taken from the book
Can Anybody Hear Me

                                                 GRADUATION DAY

We only just begun was the senior year motto for the   Ridgemont High school class of 2012.  The school’s band had just performed it to an audience of over 400 people.  Most were family members of the 2012 graduates.  Burgundy and gold cap and gowns could be spotted throughout the auditorium. Daquan laughed and hugged all of his fellow students as they jumped for joy when Principal Rodgers announced they were officially graduates. Saying   congratulations to his fellow students was the right thing to say but Daquan really didn’t know what to feel.  For him it was a day that seemed to take a lifetime to achieve.  He was 20 years old and just now graduating from High School. There was joy but still uncertainty because he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to do with his future.
Trina his closest friend was focused on going to college.  Her plans were already set in stone.  Harold was going to apply for college as well. He liked math and his interest was engineering.  Lastly Jonathan was going to continue working for ABC travel.  His internship was going to turn into a full time job for him in six months.
So as Daquan hugged and laughed with his classmates there was a very clear understanding that he had no idea what he would be doing.  And it scared him.
Daquan didn’t feel he had the skills to go to the next level.  For years he had played around in school.  Not any one subject really appealed to him.  Math had too many formulas.  Reading didn’t excite him. He didn’t have the patience to stick around in school for a whole day.  The streets were more exciting.  Hanging out getting up late, those were the things he enjoyed. His grandmother raised him and his two younger brothers.  She encouraged him to go to school.  He tried to fulfill her wishes but every day he would get in trouble.

Fighting, causing trouble, cutting class made him infamous and popular at the same time.  He would drop out for a month or two.  Come back and leave again.  His grandmother began to stop arguing with him.  She had more immediate issues to deal with.  One of his brothers had begun to flourish in the art of trumpet playing.  His horn playing was being noticed by other schools.  He was even asked to perform on some albums.  His other brother was doing well academically.  His grades were high in all areas.  He offered to help Daquan with school but Daquan never had time.  So his grandmother decided to stop arguing and focused her attention on the other brothers.  Years went by.  Daquan was seventeen and he wouldn’t be graduating.  He didn’t care.  The next year he did the same thing as before.  In school, out of school, cut class, fight, popular and infamous all at the same time.  At about this time Mr. Marshall the school’s art teacher saw that Daquan had a gift.  He had drawn a picture of a young man sitting on a bench and off in the distance was a image of the world.  Mr. Marshall was so moved by this picture he asked Daquan to paint a mural of it for the school.  For 2 months Daquan worked on it.  He purchased dozens of spray paint, measured the distance of each wall, focused on colors and detail.  It was the first time in his life that he had devoted 2 months to any one thing little did Daquan know that he was applying lessons from school while creating his art; Budgeting, math, and discipline.   The mural was a huge success and even got coverage in the local newspaper.  But as time went on Daquan went back to his old ways.  Another year went by and he would not be graduating.  The school tried its best.  He was in various special education programs.  He had numerous tutors but Daquan showed no interest.  Eventually they, just like his grandmother, began to pay little attention.  And now when Daquan showed up in class he would be marked just for attendance and little else. So as Daquan participated in the graduation ceremonies his smile hid the one thing that he only realized and that was he hadn’t put the work in.   He decided he would look for work.  Oftentimes he would window shop looking at the new sneakers which always seemed to come out.  There was a footlocker in his area and they were hiring.  Daquan filled out his application and in box which stated if he was a high school graduate he marked yes. 
Daquan made sure to bring his high school diploma to his interview.  It went well, but when he showed the store manager the piece of paper, he could see a hesitation in the manager’s face.  After a long pause, he was told his degree was not an official degree.  The store manager had to be wrong.  Daquan had graduated, he was officially out of school at least that’s what he thought.  He applied for several more jobs and the result was always the same. Finally he went back to his high school and spoke to his guidance counselor.  She informed him he had participated in the closing ceremonies and had received a certificate, but it was not an official high school diploma.  It was called an IEP (individualized Education Program) degree.  It looked exactly like a diploma but this degree wasn’t based on a student’s knowledge to pass high school classes or regents but on attendance.  Daquan had only passed a third of his high school classes during this term. In a real sense he had aged out of school.  Which means that the school could not allow him to stay in pass the age of 20.  Therefore, he was awarded an IEP degree.   But IEP’s were not recognized as official degrees to many places of employment.  Not only was it hard for him to find work with this degree it was not accepted by college.   This deeply bothered Daquan and he went into a deep depression.  He felt hopeless and afraid.  Unlike his friends his future seemed far away. He regretted that he hadn’t applied himself when he was in school.  Today matters he kept saying to himself, “Today matters.”  One day Daquan saw that there was a program which could help you receive your GED and place you in college immediately.  Daquan promised himself that he would get his GED and would go to college.  For the next 3 months he studied hard.  He saved up his bus fare and made sure to attend all of his classes.  He read books, solved math problems.  He felt this was his last chance.  At times he wanted to quit but he remembered the time when he had focused for 2 months on drawing the school mural and he knew he could do 4 months of learning.  On December 17th, Daquan received his results.  He had passed and was now the official owner of a GED.   Unspeakable joy went through his body.  This was better than attending high school graduation.  This was something he had worked for.    Daquan attended college majoring in business.  He now works at Foot Locker but not as a sales person but a regional manager.  


                                                 Zora Neale Hurston is back in Harlem

 Antonia Badon as Zora Neale Hurston

 At one time there were more African Americans per/square mile in Harlem than in any other place on Earth, but that was long ago.  Now Harlem is
 like any other urban center in America.                    

Therein, lies the problem. IT"S NOT!!! Unbeknownst to many Harlemites, they walk on the same streets of cultural icons.  Names like Langston, Billie, Marcus, Duke, W.E.B., and Malcolm. And that's only a few. 

There was one who had a love for Harlem possibly like no other -- that was the greatZora Neale Hurston, writer, activist, biographer.  She was the first black woman to attend and graduate from Barnard College.  She is most famous for her wit, style, and uncompromising viewpoints on art, and history of African Americans.

Well Zora returns to Harlem, walking through it's famous streets.  This past Saturday she visited the Dark Tower,where A’Lelia Walker, daughter of Madam Cj walker is holding one of her lavish parties --( 108-110 West 136th Street) now known as Countee Cullen Library.  Then she whizzed by The NIGERATI MANOR,(267 w. 136th st) birthplace of "FIRE." The avant garde magazine written by Langston Hughes, Bruce Nugent, Wallace Thurman, Aaron Douglas and herself. 

monospace;">She stopped at The National Urban League,(202-206 West 136th Street), to chat with Charles Spurgeon Johnson editor of “Opportunity” Magazine.  She said," while she was studying at Howard University Johnson encouraged her to come to Harlem."

She paid respect to  "THE HOBBY HORSE", (205 w. 136th street.) This was the small bookstore that all the Harlem writers hung out at.
Zora walked with an heir of elegance, and did a Harlem strut which was symbolic, of attainment, celebration and pride.
Watch Zora in Zora's Harlem History Moments.  Presented on youtube.

Actress Antonia Badon performed Zora Returns to Harlem at
                            the Schomburg Center a birthday celebration of life and times
                                               of Zora Neale Hurston.
I've walked these streets of Harlem for many years, but I had no idea how close to greatness I was.
There will be Zora sightings throughout Harlem for black history month.  Sunday Literary talk --
  chatting with harlemmites about harlem's rich and storied history.    Uptown never looked so good 

                                                               James Gillard


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