Red Stories!

It's almost Red Stories time again! Sunday, July 20 the features will be Pam Ward and Peter J. Harris! Ask me how excited I am to have them, go ahead, ask me! Please join us at Nishati Vibrations 2435 Manchester Blvd., Inglewood, CA. 7:30pm, $10. Also, Peter J. Harris will have copies of his new book THE BLACK MAN OF HAPPINESS! You want one. Promise 

An acrostic poem a day for July 2014 - day 6 - With my sisters

We are intuitive ones
Inside and out we are free
Travel with thoughts
Heroes

My blessings are my sisters
Younger and older we are forever

Sacred time
Insight is our power
Stars are always reachable
Togetherness and friendship
Each of us with our own gifts
Recycle energy
Sing songs and write poems about life

Dear folks

It's Ku Klux Klan not Klu Klux Klan!

Uraeus, me

An acrostic poem a day for July 2014 - day 5 - Thankful

Trees
Harvest
Answers
New blessings and
Knowing
Fruit and dreams in bloom
Uraeus and
Love

Gratitude

I am thankful for this day
For waking up early and my nerves being okay
After the fireworks last night
I am thankful for my son
For being able to look in his eyes and have conversations with him
I am thankful for the ways he makes me laugh
I am thankful for love and ease
For defining success for myself
For loving myself as myself
I am thankful for my family and friends
I am thankful for being thankful

4th

I do not like all the boom, pop on the fourth of July in Los Angeles. I seriously do not!

An acrostic poem a day for July 2014 - day 4 - The fourth of July

The night is
Here where I am
Ever annoyed

Fireworks pretending to be bombs on
Our brother and sister human beings, this is what pleases
Us, this is not celebration, this has never felt
Right
This is no birthday of mine, this is
Hectic and abusive

Out of control city
Fire fighters racing

Just the
Usual
Lie we celebrate every
Year

Growth

I am honoring myself by answering questions without explaining or apologizing.

Home. July. Safe.

I am home tonight. It's the third of July. I am in Los Angeles and I never ever enjoy the holiday of the fourth in this city. I don't. There is a boom and pop every few minutes and it is hard to tell if they are guns or fireworks. So, I'm home. Be safe out there.

An acrostic poem a day for July 2014 - day 3 - All the reasons

All of the
Loud and popping and boom until
Late in the night, early in morning

The memories of
How this ain't no independence of ours
Every year the bang and how we forget

Reality over holiday that ain't holy how
Easily we step up on wagon to join
All the sparkle and fire
Scaring the children and animals and me
On a night that could have been peaceful
No long stay of quiet just explosion for
Show

Me watching Xavier Cevazos at Avenue 50 - La Palabra