Somebody had to do it. And somebody had to re-member. I was there. And it’s not that I want to be given some glory or plaque. I just want artists to know that it wasn’t 1961 when the Los Angeles poetry scene displayed this disproportionately approach to female poets. And now it is so natural for females to get features and travel but not too long ago we were blatantly denied this. And Jaha, Bridget, Rachel and I really changed the perception of when female poets should be allowed to eat.
Did we pave the way? Call it whatever feels good to you. But I know I was there when humiliation and doubt was given to us from our male peers. I was there when the men performers would get paid a different amount than us at the very same show. I was there when our male peers thought the best position for any of us would be next to them in a relationship and when he was denied he campaigned a “she’s gay” rally to save his reputation.
I saw Roni take poetry to the Hollywood comedy clubs.
I saw Sandra, Alice the Poet and MstMuze operate the longest running all female poetry venue in Los Angeles to date.
I saw Deana produce/host sold out poetry shows inside restaurants on Sunset Blvd.
And all I’m saying is, this happened after she/we shared stories and almost cried because we thought we were alone in feeling so indigent for expression. Some days I feel like a skyscraper in the Los Angeles poetry scene. Standing bold, cold and razor sharp with the moods of mother nature, not being erased from the series anytime soon. My love for Jaha, Rachel and Bridget is beyond an ordinary means of measurement. We were there, when it felt like 1961.
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 amazon.com 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!
My mother’s family is from Mound City and Marion, Arkansas so traveling to this area for family reunions was an annual summer event. These rural areas are the outskirts of Memphis, Tenn.
I recently went to Memphis with a woman that I have called friend for the past 29 years, Vanessa. Buddies since junior high school! Between us, we have lived in nine different states! Both of our birthdays are in July and a few years ago we decided to travel to a different city and see what it has to offer. Last year we did Chicago and just this past weekend we met up in Memphis. Now even though I have been to Memphis before, I had never been as an adult and without holding the hands of a younger cousin, etc. Once I got back to Atlanta, I knew I wanted to share photos and write about the city but then I decided I should write about friendship.
So what do we do? We laugh, eat what the locals eat, laugh, talk about our relationships (she’s actually married her high school sweetheart and they’ve been together for the past 25 years!), take a city tour, talk for hours and sleep in. I know the things I told her will stay with her and we will re-visit next year and throughout the year. She knows her ideas and thoughts are safe with me. Friends like this, don’t judge but gently persuade. When she laughs at me I don’t get offended. We don’t support pity parties but encourage each other to look to the light. To get to the point, we trust each other. Trust is what has sustained us all these years.
To all those who have true friends, time can/will get away from you so make the time to nurture those relationships. Of course you hear all these tips for your significant others but don’t take for granted your friendships. They need TLC too. I just traded in the Memphis blues to maintain some Memphis trues!
If I could take a moment and tell you how I still hated me after the
nights of building / and black power audio tapes
maybe you’ll understand
why I anchored your blues / and never questioned your intelligence.
Allow me to explain how being fitted your friend
meant cooking link sausages to connect us with nothing more than / flesh&bones
Ascension not attainable to neither one of us who recognized and loved
a good argument
some hot gossip.
My cotton pillow ironically enslaved my thoughts on what could have / should have
been said sorry
I stepped from the ship to walk the land. Girlfriends