nothing new. simply unfinished.

you have writer’s block. when there were six children killed that day.


you have writer’s block. when her family went to move her body and she was not there.


you have writer’s block. when girls/women are kidnapped, murdered, sold and bought all because someone wanted to push and pump inside of her body for a few minutes.

you have writer’s block. when winter is spring and spring is winter.

you have writer’s block. when your yesterday is present.

art is simple imitation. nothing new. simply unfinished. so write.


diary: from here


Another day “from here” with snow still spread on our lawns and the kids are in the house with a major case of cabin fever. They are so desperate to get out of the house they are willing to go see “Frozen” at the movies. At their ages of 7, 9 and 11, cartoons are a complete waste of my money! They just need to get out! We have a little sunshine so the snow and ice should no longer be a threat on the roads. We are still now plagued with the frozen tree branches falling and breaking power lines. Please let us get through tomorrow…

I created a calendar for me to submit my new plays to contests, etc. My ten minute play, Son Unknown, about Virgil Ware has to get out into the world! The only thing preventing that is ME. Keeping it saved on my laptop under the folder “writings”. He has been a secret for too long! I have to get this script out there. If all works out, it will become a short film by the end of the summer. I get to sharpen my scriptwriting chops! That is what I studied my MFA for! Very exciting for me to be able to see this script come to life on stage as well as film ūüôā

The film process will make me tell the story visually. With that, I am planning a 3 day trip to Birmingham, Montgomery, Selma and parts of the Delta in Mississippi. I need to record the trees and streets and some other visual clips that can be shown in the film. Last time I visited Mississippi, my short book came to fruition. What will come of this journey?…

Only I stand in the way of my works not being read in coffee shops, libraries and book stores. Move over Nik!

“You don’t have writer’s block, you just don’t want to tell the truth.” – Nikki Skies

from here


from here I will write the new selfish. I will unabash shame. I will open the white shutters for the neighbors to observe and wonder…? and I will write.

I have ADHD in here. I love children from a mentally ill father. it is called schizophrenia and I am called “aint nikki”. the one who ensures the roof and cabinets of food. and I have associative disorder in here. sometimes she can’t connect her thoughts and actions (but isn’t that everyone?) and the doctor says “early stages of schizophrenia”. and so I have tear-filled/fear-filled nights here.

I will open the white shutters for the neighbors to observe and wonder…? and I will write. unabash shame. I have courage from children I can’t contain here. I have dreams from children I can’t contain here. I have priceless laughs and smiles from children I can’t contain here. I have black men in here that feel a difference in Georgia from Missouri. I have black women in here that watch my every move. every move. did I mention they watch my every move? so from this window I will write the new selfish. unabash shame.

speak the truth before it can be taunted.

I have an athlete in here. I have another artist in here. she is a triple threat. way better than me and I am fly. I have children in here that won’t dare speak a love or hate for their parents. I have children in here who call me “aint nikki”. from this window I will sustain us.

Ashe is as simple as it will Exist.


it will be just as it is. like 2014, creamy as warmed shea butter. the playwright, the actor, the author.

wrapped in lavender papyrus. a new voice that represents the “aunt” parent I now am. I no longer fast to understand. ashe. and so I no longer need to be dual. I am and it will be just as it is.

The new selfish. ashe. 2014 I will present new writings and performances for me. to you. your welcome.

my muses. our ancestors.

when myspace was the ISH

I am always very late to check into the latest technological gadgets and all the social media circles. I guess you can say I am easily intimidated with having to learn all the download, upload, add a link, rank your friends stuff. My friends would always ask me when was I going to get on and start posting stuff. In my head I was protesting! First they take away letter writing, then you don’t make phone calls you text and now you don’t text you type on the internet. (And in between all this, no one has told me what to do with all the cd’s I still have?! Now we download music?) Well, I remember when I finally decided to join Myspace and how it really helped catapult my performance poetry career.

It was right before the release of my poetry cd, “Moody”. I consulted with some friends on which sites to download photos to download for my profile (never understood that!) and how to download videos and my spoken word. I was performing feature spots heavily on the LA scene at the time and after performances I would mention my Myspace page and have friend requests from nearly everyone in the audience a few hours later. It became a link for performance opportunities in other cities and eventually other states. I’m sure this is how a lot of spoken word artists were able to arrange self supported tours and for venues to bring in talent to their perspective venues. Myspace social networking allowed me to create a following and literally have my next potential paying gig sitting in the audience. I realized the opportunities were limitless and only a keystroke away.

The successful sales of my poetry cd and my two books are largely due to the social networking I engaged with on Myspace. Expanding my audience outside of California into a tour of the midwest, south and east coast are all from networking with other artists and venue producers via Myspace. Now there is facebook, foursquare, twitter, tumblr, linkedin and so on. I have a profile on nearly all of them but find myself once again overwhelmed with all the how to gadgets. I suppose after some research on which one, or ones, can be the most supportive to the next phase of my artistic career I will focus on that site. Until I make that decision, I find the networks I am on as different ways to gather political and entertainment news as well as keep in contact with friends. Even though Myspace is pretty much now defunct and I can’t even remember my password, I remember when Myspace was the “ish” and helped me pay my bills.

more memories to create!

Since I have made friends with other moms I learn of the little things they do to create sweet memories for their children.¬† Over the past couple of years I have had several friends tell me about “Elf on the Shelf.”¬† So you send a letter to the north pole and request¬† an elf or several stuffed elves to visit your house for a specific time.¬† Every morning your kids wake up and search for the elf in the house as it has done different “fun” things¬†around your house.¬† I am planning for the holidays now and suggested¬†getting one for my nieces… THEY HAD A FIT!

What was I thinking?¬† These are the same girls that flipped out about the tooth fairy coming in their room while they are sleeping!¬† And actually when I thought about it, who wouldn’t be afraid of the tooth fairy?¬† (Come on, the thought of someone sneaking in your room while you are sleep and reaching under your pillow… yep… I can’t blame them for being freaked out!)¬† I told them about the elf on the shelf and they were intrigued and interested until they heard that the elf would be doing stuff in the house while they are sleep.¬† ABSOLUTELY NOT!¬† I found this conversation to be so hilarious!¬† The oldest girl vowed¬†a solid, “NO”, the middle girl is afraid but curious and the youngest girl is game to go because she knows her sisters will protect her.

It’s all about creating memories right?¬† RIGHT!¬† I went on and ordered my elf on the shelf for the 2013 holidays!¬† Of course I’ll post the adventures of “elf on the shelf” when they begin in November!


the Fourth wall

When reading the title, all theatre-goers knew immediately what the fourth wall is! In the theatre world, we have upstage, wing left and right and then the audience which is the fourth wall. The entire production is built around the fourth wall and their experience.

I started in theatre and truly believe the reason I love performance poetry so much is because it allows me to feel like I have a fourth wall. Dramas or “passions” can be traced back to the antiquity of Africa. Theatre is closely connected with healing through the seven sciences of the world. I have always had an interest in the connection of the emotions of art with the human spirit and how they come together to make history. I’ve always wanted to be a part of that magic, I’ve always wanted to connect people with their past or vice versa. Even in my poetry, my muse has been one with a love for ancient times.

I am many things as an artist. Right now, I am a playwright. And I am writing for voices coming to me from Birmingham. I love them and you will too. More to come…

You’ll Love the Journey!

If I had the guts to share my dating adventures with the world you’d laugh hysterically! See, it is dotingly entitled, Project NYE (New Years Eve) 2013. I tried speed dating and found it to be very exhausting! So now I am trying my hand at flirting, meeting “friends of friends” and online dating. My immediate circle of friends absolutely live for the adventures I am having! (especially my married friends!) But I just can’t bring myself to share with the world the “fun” this experience is for me.

From the photos of men with baby toys in the background to the man wearing sunglasses in all his photos! From the man who drove all the back roads in Atlanta to get to our date because his tags were expired to the man who claimed he didn’t smoke but his lips were black as the backs of my knee caps! From the man who… you get the picture right? This is me not wanting to be judged so I won’t tell you! But, I will definitely put it in a book! You’ll love the stories. The stories of simple humans and their journey on discovering love.

I am a lover of perseverance. I am folklore. I am consistency and contradiction.

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