Poetic Spotlight Feature Today!

I have  the Poetic Spotlight today on Evette’s Poetic Thoughts

Check out my poem “Seeds” from the book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips

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some days i feel like, Amelia Boynton Robinson

**I ORGINALLY POSTED THIS IN MARCH 2014. I just learned this civil rights leader passed this morning at 104 years old.  I appreciate what she did for humanity, civil rights and women. Rest In Peace Amelia Boynton Robinson**

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There are some terms that I believe society would love to be eliminated from the vocabulary and one of them is suffrage. Other terms or movements have taken significance over the once very popular term of saying women’s suffrage. This plight was simply blended with other movements. But some days I feel like there is more to me than just occasional recognition.

There are so many photos of African Americans who dared to change society during the Civil Rights Movement that go without being named. Like this woman:

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Perhaps the photographer knew of her importance and that is the reason why this photo was taken. Maybe as a message of intimidation for anyone who dare let her inspiration move them. Her name is Amelia Boynton Robinson, and she was pivotal in the planning of many of the civil and voting rights protests in Selma, AL. As a matter of fact, her home was used by Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Hosea Williams and James Bevels just to name a few, as an office space to organize Selma’s contribution to the Civil Rights Movement. On Sunday March 7, 1965, protestors attempted to make a trek to Montgomery, AL for a demonstration on voting rights for African Americans. The above photograph illustrates why this day has been termed, “Bloody Sunday”. Around 600 protestors were choked by tear gas and beaten with billy clubs by police waiting on the other side of the Edmund Pettus Bridge as they crossed the Alabama River. For many years, she was the unnamed woman in the photograph that was beaten unconscious. Once again, her name is Amelia Robinson Boynton.

Prior to becoming involved in the Civil Rights Movement, she was active with women’s suffrage. She also went on to become a playwright and lecturer. Some days I feel like Amelia when ALL I do is a part of everything, yet goes unnoticed. Today I recognize Her and give thanks for Her nurturing contribution to the movement that has granted me many opportunities.

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Another Literary Snippet from “Mississippi Window Cracks”

Hello All,

A few more days to take advantage of the literary promotion I have in remembrance of Hurricane Katrina.  I went to college in Louisiana, Grambling State University, and the devastation touched me through friends it effected directly.  I wrote a short story book, Mississippi Window Cracks, that linked characters traveling through Mississippi and Louisiana. (New Orleans in particular)

Through August 29th if you buy an autographed copy of my new novel, The Town Dance, and post a review on Amazon or Goodreads by September 19th, I will GIFT you with a copy of Mississippi Window Cracks.  (Hey, as indie artists we have to stay creative on how to promote!)

Enjoy an excerpt from the short story, Southern Betrayal, from the book Mississippi Window Cracks.

The store was smaller than I imagined it would be.  All of the walls were red, with one of them adorning a large American flag that had two black heads on top.  The two heads were smiling and holding rods with snakes wrapped around them.  Another wall that led towards the hall way, had a shirt incased in a wooden box.  I later learned this was a spell for trapping someone or to capture certain types of spirits when they walked in the store.

Since the curtain was open, I walked in the room.  There was a strong smell of lavender incense flowing and white candles were lite everywhere.  The furniture was arranged so the room gave a circular appearance.  After giving the room a quick glance, I figured the person giving the readings was only available by appointment so I turned to walk out.

“Chu been travelin?,” someone asked from within the room. 
Continue reading Another Literary Snippet from “Mississippi Window Cracks”

Featured on Wall-to-Wall Books Blog Today!

My novel, The Town Dance, is featured on the literary blog, Wall-to-Wall Books today.  Check out an excerpt from the novel and buy your copy today.

Next month, Wall-to-Wall Books will post a review of The Town Dance. Check out the 4 and 5 star reviews on Amazon :-)

“Write that story that you’re afraid people will ask you about.  That is The Town Dance for me.” – Nikki Skies

**Support Indie Artists!** Add These Titles to Your Bookshelf

Hello fellow writers/artists/speakers/art lovers/teachers (and everyone else),

As indie artists, we have to change things up to get our works out there, right?  So, my short story book, Mississippi Window Cracks has a story about Hurricane Katrina.  Being that Saturday the 29th is the 10 year anniversary of the devastation, I have a book offer for you:

When you buy an autographed copy of my new novel, The Town Dance, and leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads, I will send you a copy of Mississippi Window Cracks FREE!  If you enjoy my poetry/prose, you will enjoy the characters in my books :-)  And here is an excerpt from Mississippi Window Cracks, “When Chris Met Katrina“:

Chris wobbled up the walkway to his parents’ home.  It was Sunday afternoon so his mother was playing her gospel music loudly.  He grew up in a large, white two story house with a wraparound porch that had been passed down through his family for two generations.  City builders had been trying for years to get his parents and their neighbors to sell.  But they knew their homes were in a historic area and worth almost a quarter of a million dollars each.  As Chris walked his aching body up the creaking wood porch steps, he was startled by his mother as she threw the screen door open to put another piece of luggage on the porch.  His mother, a short, robust woman with a head full of proud gray hair, grabbed at her chest at the sight of her son.  Chris knew he must have looked a wretched mess so he lowered his head in embarrassment.

“I don’t even know why I’m surprised.  I truly thought you wanted to turn your life around,” she said sharply.

Chris finally made it to the top step and leaned against the post to rest, “Mama, I’m not in the streets like that no more.  I was only playing pool…”

“They re-arrange folks face like that from playing pool?,” she asked.  Before he had a chance to respond, the phone rang and his mother walked back in the house.

She yelled at him, “They saying on the news we need to get out of here and pack like we going camping.  Chris you should get some things together to go with us.”

Chris finally made it inside the house and stood at the front door rubbing at this left thigh.  It had a knot in it the size of a gold ball.

“That was Joseph.  He got caught in a lil’ traffic but’ll be here any second to bring us to the superdome.  Him and the girls are heading up to Lafayette.  They say this one is going to be something else!  Katrina, is what they calling her,” his mother proclaimed.

“Well, Imma’ be here to meet Katrina just like I met Hannah, Irene and that category two we had the other week,”  Chris went to sit down but his mother stopped him in mid motion.

“Oh no!  Don’t get your dirty behind on my couch! Grab some of that newspaper over there and wrap up my pictures on the mantel.  Your father never got around to fixing that side window and I now that wind is gonna’ whip through here and knock over all my picture frames!”

Chris held on to his lower back as he bent down to pick up the newspaper.  One of the first photographs he saw was that of his younger sister, Crystal, in her airline stewardess uniform.  She had just died in a plane crash a few months earlier in Mississippi.  Her plane was struck by lightning while they were still ascending.  His mother took her death really hard and was even hospitalized for two weeks from severe depression.  This was another reason he decided to move back home.   Besides, the only other family he had in Mississippi was Crystals’ estranged husband Joseph and their two daughters.  But they moved back to New Orleans after her death too.

His father came through the door wearing his favorite pair of faded black jean overalls.  Older age had not slumped his height as he still stood slightly over six foot.  He always kept a clean shaven face and like his wife, he let his hair turn it’s natural course of gray.  He stopped in his tracks when he saw Chris’s face.

“Good Lawd!”  Boy what’s wrong with chu’?,” he asked disappointed.

His mother yelled from the kitchen, “He look like Halloween in August don’t he?”

“It ain’t nothing…”, Chris tried to explain.

“It ain’t nothing?  Have you seen yo’ face?,” his father asked.  “You better not bring no mess around my house!  I don’t want nobody coming around here for nothing!”

His father walked in to the kitchen mumbling.  A car horn blows outside.

“Chris, see if that’s Joe and the girls!,” his mother asked.

Chris walked to the front door and looked out.  Outside sat a silver suburban SUV with tinted windows rolled up.  The truck reminded him of his truck club days back in Mississippi.  He smiled to himself.

“Yea, dis them,” Chris replied to his mother.

“Well, don’t you let them girls see you looking like that!  Let me put these sandwiches in a bag and I’m ready,” she said.

His father walked back in to the front room, “I’ll start bringing the bags to the car.”  He looked at Chris, “You staying?  They say she whipping across that water with a lot of force.”

“Yeah, I’m cool.  Ain’t nuttin’ but another hurricane that’s all.”

“Ok, well look after my house.  I got the rifle loaded out back on the service porch,” his father walked out the front door and took the luggage to the car.

His mother came from the kitchen with another small bag.  “If you leave, make sure you lock everything up and take you some food.”  She walked up to Chris and turned her head sideways for him to kiss her on the cheek.   Chris walked her to the front door.

“See ya’ll in a few days,” Chris said.

He locked the screen door as he watched his parent get into the truck and drive down the street.  Chris slowly sat down on the couch groaning the whole time.  He tried to reach and pull his shoes off but his bones were too sore and stiff.  He piled the throw pillows up in the corner of the couch and went to sleep.

A loud slamming noise came from outside the front window.  This startled Chris and his body jolted up.  He grimaced in pain as his head and stomach still ached.  He could feel that both of his jaws were swollen and a few of his side teeth were loose.  One was so loose, he could actually wiggle it with his tongue.   He managed to pull himself up from the couch and walk over to the door.  The storm poured buckets of rain onto the city streets.  It looked like regular hurricane storm weather.  Strong winds and heavy rain.  He positioned his sore bones back on the couch so he could sleep through the rest of the storm.

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Mississippi Window Crack

Book Promotion thru 8/29!

Louisiana is near and dear to my heart because my alma mater is Grambling State University.  And, who doesn’t LOVE the city of New Orleans?!

I remember when Hurricane Katrina hit. I was living in Inglewood, California watching the devastation and disaster on television.  I was trying to remember who I knew that still lived in New Orleans and then on the tv screen popped my ex-roommate from Grambling.  She was laying on a cot at the Houston Astrodome after having been relocated from New Orleans.  I was overwrought with emotion.  It truly became personal.

One of the short stories in my book, Mississippi Window Cracks, is entitled When Chris Met Katrina.  Being that the southern coastal parts of Mississippi were devastated too, I wrote a story that connected Louisiana and Mississippi through a character named, Chris.  The anniversary of the tragedy of Hurricane Katrina is August 29th and I have an offer for you.

When you purchase an autographed copy of my novel, The Town Dance, and leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads, I will send you a copy of Mississippi Window Cracks for FREE.  Come on… push the button below and get your copy now!

Click here for your autographed copy of The Town Dance (unfortunately, I am not shipping internationally at this time)

I will post excerpts from Mississippi Window Cracks in the days to come.  You have until 8/29 for your purchase.  The review should be posted by September 19th.

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Goodread Winners for The Town Dance!

CONGRATS TO the winners for the Goodreads giveaway for The Town Dance:

Christine in Ventnor City, New Jersey
and
Cecilia in Austin, Texas

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New Author Listing

Greetings All!

It is great to be included in a listing with other authors! Check it out:

Women of the African Diaspora

Black Female Authors

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