Darnell Lamont Walker is an Emmy-nominated writer whose powerful voice spans poetry, playwriting, screenwriting, and children's television. Hailing from Charlottesville, Virginia, he brings unflinching honesty and revolutionary spirit to every creative endeavor. His work explores the depths of human experience, from the complexities of identity to the profound transitions of life and death. As a death doula, he provides compassionate guidance through life's most challenging passages. Darnell's multifaceted career demonstrates his commitment to authentic storytelling that challenges, heals, and transforms, making him an influential figure in contemporary American literature and media.
"Black people are either threats or entertainment."
"It's crazy. My life has been full of fun and adventure. but i love meeting people who make me feel like I've done nothing."
"An HBCU that is not inherently revolutionary is irrelevant."
"It's okay to not know who you are and what you want. Those with the answers are usually very happy in their own stuck-ness."
"Gonna pretend to be a deaf mute who knows no sign one day, meet a woman, and we'll write for the rest of our lives."
"They sit there shouting "Don't do it." Someone told them revolution looked like the Cosby Show. A slight tug with a good lesson. Revolution is a tough struggle between what was and what needs to be."
"After every shirt she looks at me and smiles, letting go of air she no longer needs. She laughs after the sweater, knowing I'm gonna tell her it's too hot for it, knowing she'll say it's for the plane and ask "what if the room gets cold?"
"You don't get to turn someone's sanctuary into an unsafe space."
"My brain has become my enemy. We fight over creation and his need for sleep."
"Always be you! Just never think you can always be you without consequence."
"Words have never belonged to those who wrote them. Always to those who needed then."
"Waking up in a room with no natural light does something to a man. no windows. I'm almost afraid to die. I fear my soul won't make it out."
"They've been practicing racism so long, it's perfect."
"The walls around the hood keep the people on the inside from the changes on the outside."
"I'm not sure what it was or where she sprayed it, but her scent will be the end of the life I loved. And I will find comfort in the simpleness of sitting with her on a Saturday afternoon with nothing else to do."
"Adulthood is depressing. for me at least. i cried at the death of every illusion harder than i cried at the death of friends."
"Waiting for a hot pocket to cook we'd fuck and be satisfied, barefoot on new york city apartment linoleum. A satisfying hot pocket and a big ass smile and a tight ass grip and a wall beside a random pipe beside the stove where we left palm and dick prints. We fucked like this. Three condoms in an hour and a half and where are you now? Holding the hand of some local dude you wish was a little more international, wishing you had known I was enough and asked me to stay. You are standing in the kitchen waiting for popcorn to pop while he washes dishes, not knowing I'm wishing back for you."
"We are not sure what we will become, only what we want to and don't want to. We often become what we never thought we could, then we become fine with that."
"But you have to sacrifice yourself for YOURSELF, too."
"I have yet to go through a struggle I didn't smile at later."
"In her attempt to make me a good man, I made her a bad woman."
"I wish I didn't need words to speak to her. They sometimes hold very different meanings for us both."
"I have no clue if it's true and I don't much want to look, but I bet a war happens inside the cocoon."
"I didn't call myself a writer until everyone else did. i knew it was real then."
"You can't fight and claim you want to be free from the oppressor while still holding tight to things the oppressor gave you."
"It was once necessary to go from somebody to nothing to become everything."
"Your dreams are so far outside of your comfort zone, you've convinced yourself you don't dream at all."