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Beginning My New Year


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Happy New Year and Black History Month! 2015 was one of the toughest years in a long time for me and many others, and as such I was not sad to see it go. I subscribed to the mass optimism of 2016 as the year for renewal, rebirth and whatever other r-word applies… reinvigorate? I know, it’s kind of silly to do and believe this, but it brought me a sense of hope even if distorted.

Then January of 2016 was… not so great.  Keep Reading

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Currently Reading: Sandra Cisneros (Loose Woman Poems)

https://i0.wp.com/ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/510jjkcaAVL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_.jpgHaving read and become a fan of A House on Mango Street, there was little hesitation in acquiring this collection. At the time I read A House on Mango Street (high school) I wasn’t aware Cisneros also wrote poetry (or forgot). With my interest in poetry resurging and also wanting to tackle my neglected short reads, Loose Woman seemed ideal. In fact, I’m not sure why I didn’t grab it off my shelf sooner.

So far, I would say what has been said about the work isn’t fluff. Keep Reading

Wouldn’t You Know It…


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Wouldn’t you know it, it’s October which can be a fun time for many of those enjoying the full swing of Fall (or Spring in the other hemisphere) and the welcoming of Halloweenish festivities. However, just as I was planning to get things back on track with this site and my writing. Life, threw another curve. This one has been harder to bounce back from…but I am trying to do so and hope that things will resume a little closer to normal either before this week is out, or the next. Thanks for your patience, and hope everyone is enjoying the season.

LA one year anniversary

Anniversary & Announcements

Hello everyone!
It would appear this month includes my first year anniversary on WordPress. With this in mind, I’ve decided now would be as good a time as any to give some updates and state where I hope this blog goes. Keep Reading

Absence

island.pngGoodness gracious. Seems I’ve taken a longer blog sabbatical than I intended. But unfortunately sometimes life and illness gets in the way of plans instead of lovely vacations. That said, I hope to come back soon stronger and better than before with more consistent updates. Thank you to everyone who’s been reading and hope you will continue to stick around and welcome to any new followers that popped up during my absence. Cheers until the next post!

Currently Reading: Ralph Ellison (Invisible Man)

Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

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I didn’t snag this one on a whim. It was recommended, and over the years I heard good things, but it took me a while to acquire simply because I kept forgetting when on the prowl for new reads and expanding my collection. I decided it would be next because it was more challenging at 580 pages than the other works I’ve read this month. I may have mentioned I’m not the fastest of readers, and because of this I can easily talk myself out of choosing a book to read. Anything beyond 400 pages starts to look intimidating and the “task” of getting through it can be overwhelming, especially if anyone else knows I’m supposedly reading it. And I just don’t trust myself  to be able to tackle the works within “reasonable” amounts of time. But the only way to help improve my reading speed is to keep reading and keep taking on those that take longer to digest, at least on the surface. So far, I’m a little more than halfway through, and pleased with the pace I’ve been going, almost to the point of proud. But that won’t happen until I can check it off as read. Invisible Man hasn’t disappointed either. The writing is far more engaging than I was expecting based on the synopsis and so well executed. Some paragraphs sing almost poetically while others push you to read more, and it makes me pause to reflect and consider things about myself and those around me. And really it’s just been the kind of book I need to read at this moment in my life. So if you were one of few that encouraged me to pick it up. Thank you.

Currently Reading: Lorraine Hansberry (A Raisin in the Sun)

A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry

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As part of the Advanced Placement English curriculum during my junior year (11th grade) of high school, we had the option of reading one of two plays. This and The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams. I read the latter with no problem. I purchased both works, but never got around to reading A Raisin in the Sun. Unfortunately, I think some of the reason I didn’t select Hansberry was because there was this sense of you should learn more about your heritage. But when it came to the students it seemed as if ones blackness was called into question if you weren’t reading all of these prominent black female writers when given the option (Toni Morrison, naturally another). I certainly appreciated the fact that a southern suburban high school, gave us the option, and didn’t insist on only reading white American male authors. However, all the other females in my class of black heritage were reading it, and this notion of we’re going to determine who you are was a huge turn off. So, I resisted. Plus the synopsis for Menagerie appealed more to me. What amused me later, was when we watched film adaptations, these students were some of the first who seemed disinterested in either play. Further encouraging me to remove myself from this display of false pride flag waving. Years later, it’s still in my unread pile…until now. After reading one play I was in the mood for another and thought what better time to rectify this wrong that was no fault of Hansberry’s, but self-exploring adolescent circumstances.

If interested in a written review or just to hear my opinions on the work let me know in the comments or contact me 🙂

Lincoln Penny

Subliminal Quibbles

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The year was 1995. What was I doing? Enjoying life to the max by still being a kid. Old enough to have a vague sense of the world, but young enough to have a thirsty imagination, seek adventure and not take things too seriously. Responsibilities were simple, go to school, try not to be a pain to my mother and just live. Sometimes I ask myself. Whatever happened to that little girl? She was damn near fearless, even with being someone conscious of mortality. She knew how to entertain herself when friends weren’t around, but also capable of making and keeping friendships, neighbors and classmates alike. Invited to slumber parties often, a “delight to have over” was a frequent compliment of parents. Actually looked forward to going to school, talking about her day, and had an optimistic disposition regarding her future. The…

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Cupid’s Arrows


Cupid’s arrows
stabbed me in the heart and brain the moment I saw your little runty face
Your eyes were blue and filled with stress
Your appearance was rodent like, even though your lineage is one of predator
I looked at your brothers and sisters
Mewing and clamoring for attentionCupids Arrows
Most of them were claimed, but I didn’t care
Your dark fur historically the shade of superstitions suggested why you hadn’t already been chosen
But you were my ideal
I scooped you up and held you close
Oxytocin must have flowed because it was longer than twenty seconds
We took you home
That was ten years ago
Your eyes turned a yellowish green as you aged
Your size doubled, tripled, then quadrupled
Runt of the litter?
It’s amazing what a little tenderness, love, and care can do
I spoiled you rotten
But I’ve never regretted it once.

What this Daily Prompt inspired.

Ten Word Journal-ing (8)

Creativity coyly seduces reason inside my brain keeping me complete.

People knew dentists would know the truth,
but lied anyway.

Valentine’s Day pizza,
had enough for two,
went home,
puked.

Some turn to poetry for ease,
but discover it challenging.

Poet who doesn’t know it,
needs more than rhyming mastery.

Poetry, unique as fingerprints or as common as brown eyes.

So be it.
The thoughts summoned whenever distance is imposed.

Water trickling in from neighboring walls,
pooling,
an unwelcome surprise.

Trust and compassion gradually replaced with dissociation and minimal communication.

Electric flash,
Thunderous roaring proceeded.
Goodbye tree, I am sorry.