Summertime

I am finally starting to recover.
I have been running since before I went to New Orleans.
I've been dragging my buddy Melissa with me, poor girl
she has to get up in the mornings, not me!!
This is when it's hard for me.
I wake up in the summertime thinking ...Hey I could call so and so and we could go to the movies or out to brunch or something fun.
And they are at work.
So instead of inviting them at some point it will turn into a taunt.
I'll be like,"Hey, wanna go to this very exciting and cool thing happening in the middle of the day?"
And they'll be like," You Know I'm At Work!"
And I'll be like "Oh, yeah, sweetie I forgot. I'll think of you while having fun. Don't work to hard."
My friends will hate me by July!

My brother is coming this weekend!!! He arrives on Friday hopefully in time to make Collin's open mic at GA Tech Barnes and Nobles. Then there is a new place in Decatur, I have trouble remembering the name of it. Then on Saturday my mother gets the Lifetime Achievement Award. Then Sunday Java and Monday House of Poets with Collin Kelley as the featured poets. If you are not at this show, there are many things wrong with you!

Hey, anybody going to Nationals just to hang out? My friends Karen G. And Stacie B. Got me hotel accommodations ( with a king sized bed just in case I get lucky and laid) and my brother is getting my plane ticket. I can't wait! I have never been to an actual real life slam competition where folks from all over are represented. Can you imagine the words, words, words! IT JUST MIGHT BE POETRY HEAVEN!

Act Your Age

Theresa Davis

I figured it out!! Who says you can't teach an old goddess new tricks. So how does 40 look on me? Be honest, I will not use my goddess powers to smite you. I may singe but I never smite!
I've got lots and lots of things happening this month! I need to create a new web page. I need to begin with a simple free site that I can use and update easily. Any ideas?

Poetry

I love poetry.
No, I really love poetry.
Last night at Cliterati we did kareoke (spelled way wrong i'm sure, i love poetry not spelling)poetry.
I read a couple of my mom and dad's (Jikki) poetry. I also read a poem by Christine Hamm titled My Poetry. The funny thing is I started a poem called My Words almost a year ago and stopped because it got way silly. One line says
"My words have often been mistaken for laxatives cause I got so much shit to say"
I am going to have to dust that poem off and give it a go.
I met a very lovely lady who covered my poem Off-KilterWorld. She invited me to perform at a party next week.
Did I mention that I love Poetry!!!!

Hey why the fuck do the Amish need a Wal-Mart! (is that how Amish is spelled?)
Why aren't the Amish throwing horse shit at that establishment.
Why is Wal-mart the devil,
and why are the fucking prices so reasonable and they are always so well stocked.
Just say no!!!
Mayans just say no!!!
Amish just take your horse and buggy and ride into the sunset. just say no!!!!!

Recovering

New Orleans? The final frontier.
What fun, fun, fun!!
Bourbon Street is an olfactory nuisance, imagine a street that smell constantly of sweat, puke, alcohol and ass. No wonder folks start drinking there and just don't stop.
Heat, heat, and more heat. But it's not just the heat but the humidity.
I am having poetry withdrawal! Can't wait for Cliterati tonight. I have no idea what I will do
but I will do it.
I will speak more about NO, later. Wanted to blog last night but the alcohol poisoning interfered with that plan greatly. I strayed from my friend beer, and got suckered into Long Island Ice Teas, there's no tea in there, especially when your bartender says oops while pouring the stongest liquors. Beer, I will never forsake you again, forgive me!!! Long Live Corona

It's Almost Over!!!!!

Only two more days of school. And it won't be a two days too soon!
I love my class, but they are leaving their mark on my locks.
Gray everywhere, no wonder I'm not getting laid. I look like someone's granny.
We had our graduation today and can I just say, middle schoolers in general are a surley crew. They were all stoic and Goth at the same time, just nutty. I am already in next year mode. Redecorating my class in my head and planning. I love my fucking job!!
I think I should take up racing cause all I seem to be doing lately is running.
This week end I'll be running to New Orleans!!!!!
My birthday is next week the big 40!
I got carded the other day and the guy looked at me and asked me if
I was sure the dates were right, lot of guys flirting with me lately...Creepy,
I said now wouldn't I be a dumb fuck if I made my fake ID say I was 40 when 21 would do it.
He grinned and asked for my phone number.
I told him to go to time out 'cause I was old enough to be his goddamn mother.
He asked if a spanking came with that.
Twisted little crackhead, why are knuckleheads catching me in their highbeams.

I read at the cemetery....and it was tooooooooo cooooooool! I loved it!
Nothing like a captive audience! Hey Collin.?

Something very upsetting to me happened last week.
My nephew was working on Wizzer Pizzer ( @ 7 Stages, go see it NOW).
His mother asked me how the show was. I began rattling on about haw amazing
the work her son is doing and how the show was funny and the political
implications, religious crap to, and so on and so on.
Mind you he has been working on this show for more than five weeks,
so she should have know what the fucking show was about inside and out.
I wouldn't let my child work on a project that kept him out till all hours of the night and not
know what it was about. So, she takes my conversation twists it and pulls him from the project! Does she do this Monday when she faked interest noooooo?!
She waits till Thursday two hours before call and then she doesn't even make the call.
My name gets thrown in the mix like I believed it was inappropriate!
I could have kicked her ass. I did in my dreams and then I had to steer clear of her the next day( we work in the same building) so much so that I blew off a field trip because apparently,
I have completely lost the power to bullshit and my hypocrisy button is stuck on fuck you!
This is a post full of 4 letter words! Damn I gotta stop cursing.
Any who!
Rupert was great at Java Sunday night! The new poem went well and I sold two books and a CD( yeah gas money)! Poor Cherryl was s exhausted she ended up crashing on my couch! Twas' the week for women to run themselves crazy!!
My birthday is coming up!!! My mom's getting me a tattoo.....What you goin' get me?????????

The Call

So, I have had quite a week and weekend.

I may actually have to get over my
allergic reaction to exercise and workout.

Since my preferred form of exercise (sex) happens
too few times and too far between times.

But, I digress. So, between open mics, my mother's performance,

her after party, needing to hang out with Melissa,
getting my mom off to South Africa, opening night of

Wizzer Pizzer and their after party, having an encounter of my own,

very nice I might add.

I was moving every night, and drinking every night,

doing poetry every night in some way or form, Theresa was a beat,
tired, and satisfied woman. Then Sunday, Mother's Day, I get a call.
Now normally I don't get phone calls at home teenagers, you know.

Realizing it was my cell, looking at the caller ID, what the fuck were the only
words that would come out of my mouth. It was my father. My biological father.

It threw me.
This is a man I haven't talked to on purpose for years.

The last time I had to see him was at my brothers wedding.

He pulls me to the side, I was warned to play nice earlier,
and it was my brother's wedding, and the reception hadn't started

so technically showing my ass twice would be redundant although

enjoyable in a de ja vu kind of way, I listened to the lie.

See, the only thing he tells me turns out to be lies.
He expressed that he was worried about me , that I didn't even tell him

about my upcoming surgery(this was in December) and he loved me.

He had this tearful look in his eye and I didn't respond.

To do so would be trading lie for lie, a game I'm not willing to play.

His last words to me on the subject were, " I'm going to call and check on you."
It never happened and I didn't count on it because this is a man

who hasn't remember my birthday in almost 20 years. No big deal.
So he calls on mother's day and if you decide to continue the reading

of this long winded blog you will see why it bugged me.

I tend to not deal with things, or those who don't want to deal with me.

Every once in a while I find myself in a situation where I'm trying to

save someone from themselves, but that shit never works. At Java, my head was full.

The call was fucking with me and I couldn't put my finger or my emotions on it.

When I got home I tried to think of my childhood with my father.

I have no memory of him before age eleven. Some friends think I am suppressing

a lot of shit, and they are definitely right. Let us pray that when I unsuppress (which I'm not sure is a word) that I am to old to pull the trigger and the shoppers of Piggly Wiggly will remain safe.
Here it is. I am going to perform it at the cemetery on Wednesday night, Collin Kelly is hosting an open mic there. I think it's just the right setting. Since I've kept this buried so long, it felt good to get it out. When I droped my poem it change the quotations, and apostrophe's to boxes. What the hell is that! I was going to fix it, but...NO!
Work it out!


May 8th 2005
My Sister's Birthday/ Mother's Day/ And My Last and Only Memory of My Father
© Theresa Davis 2005

"Happy Birthday to you!"
"Uh.........."
"Happy birthday to you!"
"Wait........"
“Happy birthday my sweet baby girl!”
“It’s not my birthday.”
“Hello?”
“It’s not my birthday.”
“Shawnta?”
“No, Theresa, your other daughter
Whose birthday is not today.”
“Theresaaaah!”
“Yeah, that’s me the other daughter
And well it’s not my birthday
But it does happen to be Mother’s Day
If you want to sing a few bars of that song.”
“Hey, baby I been meaning to call you.”
A lie, how unexpected
“Yeah…uh.”
“Yeah, how you doing”?
“I’m fine.”
“Good, good.”
“I just don’t know how I got your numbers mixed up.
Let me try to find your sister and by the way …
Happy Mother’s Day.”

This phone call disturbs me at first
Then I become enraged
And it makes no sense
and I think I don’t care
But it’s not my fucking birthday
And it reminds me that he hasn’t
Remembered my fucking birthday
In what seems like forever
Or at least since that day
I don’t blame him from deleting me from his
Memory of family
The daughter who challenged his manhood
Left him fearful
Of the possibilities of me
The probability of me
The me who would not
Be controlled by him
See, me being the oldest of four
Me who learned at an early age
Exactly what bullshit
Smelled like
Walked like
Lied…….
I mean talked like
“You need to call your daddy”
My sister says to me every once in a while
Since my response never changes
It's become some twisted joke between us
“Call him what” I sometimes reply
In that smart ass way
That I’m told I do quite well
“Call him a … coward."
“A liar”
“The thief that stole my childhood memories
Of him before that day
And holds them hostage?”
Because I have no recollection of him before that day
“ I don’t have a daddy.” I sometimes reply
“My daddy died.”
She understands but only a little bit
Cause she was young
When it happened
The day he snapped and took
My memories of him as daddy away
Threw them away
Like mental garbage
The day I stood up to my biological donor
The day of my right of passage
A right not forged from ancestral beginnings
But urbanized cloaked in domestic violence
As much an oxy moron as friendly fucking fire
That day when he decided
My mother was to be his punching bag
As four children watched in horror he struck her
And the irony of this being Mother’s Day
Brings it back to me in a flood of anger
Sets my brow to frown
The only true memory of my father
Never again to be called daddy
A title he no longer deserves
Not in my heart or mind
No wonder he can’t remember my fucking birthday
Because something undoubtedly changed for him that day
The day he learned his daughter feared no man
Least of all her father
He hit her like she was a man
In full view of his children
Teaching them something
That my eleven year old mind refused to believe
Refused to accept that this was the action of a man
While my siblings cringed in fear
I stepped forward
“Don’t hit her again.”
My voice not quavering in my memory
He looked me in the eyes
His eyes
And I could have plucked them
His eyes
From my head to not see this picture
I think I would have
But then I would have never seen the look in his eyes
When I held the knife to his throat
Reminded him of my request with
“Don’t hit her again.”
First confusion danced in those eyes
He move as if to disarm me
The serrated edge fixed more
Tightly around his Adam’s apple
Fruit easy to slice
Old Gynsu commercial scrambling his reality
Then those eyes, his eyes transfixed registered fear
My eyes, his eyes, remained unblinking
“Call the police!”
I yelled to my brother who stood holding the others
Stuck in horror as though it were quicksand
“Call them!” I said
My eyes never left his eyes
As his eyes, my eyes, shifted in their sockets
He looking toward the door a possible exit
In hopes of fleeing this now tainted space
We all wanted to leave
But my brother couldn’t move
Trapped in the fear
I moved myself to face my brother
Serrated edges plotting a path
Around this used to be daddy's throat
I fixed him my brother with those eyes,
My eyes, my father’s eyes
“Hold the knife on him.” I said in away that would never
Be mistaken as a suggestion or a question
“Or bring me the phone!” my resolve stony
Something about my tone
Or maybe it was the eyes
It’s all in the eyes
My eyes
His eyes
Made him move my way
I fixed my eyes again on
His eyes my eyes on my father’s eyes
The man who no longer held the honor of being my dad
He beat it out of me
Just as sure as if he’d struck me instead of striking my mother
Just as sure as he called me to wish me happy birthday on a day that wasn’t mine
Just as sure as he was a coward and
Just as sure as I called him on it
Just as sure as I reminded him that
He would never lay a hand on my mother again
It's no wonder he's deleted me
I’ve deleted him
Because
No daddy of mine would teach this lesson to his children
No daddy of mine would force me to protect mine from mine
No daddy of mine would be led away by police
No daddy of mine would fear the love I have for my family
No daddy of mine would forget my fucking birthday
And it’s here
Still here
It’s all in the eyes

Damn Tired!!!

Okay, why are there so many
fucked up crazy people in the world?
Why?
Tell me why?
Another stupid-ass,
pretends to be kidnapped!
What the fuck is that exactly,
and answer me this.?
If I pick up the telephone and call the police
to report a crime that is not actually happening,
will the cops not show up and arrest my black-ass?
Yes they will!
Rodney King style,
then they'd take some fucked up picture of me
looking like a prostitute crackhead
and play it on the news for a few days.
Ruin my reputation!
Why are folks deciding whether or not to press charges?
Did she commit a crime or not?
Deciding not to get married.
Not a crime.
Running away to get your head straight, and you're grown.
Not a crime.
Planning the get away for weeks.
Not a crime.
Calling in to the police department,
telling them that you have been kidnapped
and taken across state lines,
that it was a Hispanic male and a Caucasian woman,
that they cut your hair and put you in a blue van.
Hmmmm.... Yeah, that's a fucking priceless CRIME!
And I'm sorry if her skin had color any color,
It would not be up for discussion!!!
She might be a little crazy,
but we all know someone crazy in jail and
I bet if we really thought about it,
we'd have to admit
it's the best place for them.

And now she's got more shit to deal with.
Cause even though she faked an abduction,
ran across state lines,
to get away from the wedding.
He standing by his gal!
Dude did not get the picture and she might end
up marring him out of guilt.
She wasn't even smart enough,
to get engaged to a guy that would be smart enough,
to know when he's been dumped!
And because if she doesn't marry him she will be
regarded as the uncaring, crazy, stupid-ass,
bitch, that if she had the balls to
JUST SAY NO,
HELL, NO, if that's what she was feeling,
and we wouldn't have to hear
about be apart of,
watch,
or even feel the need to blog this shit.
* helpful hint***
This shit has been tried before.
They didn't get away with it either.
Did you Audrey?
Grow a fucking backbone and deal with your shit.
If you're crazy write that shit down and
become a tortured artist type and attract cute
people, who are interesting and fun,
who won't make you kidnap yourself.
Cause you're not good at it!
Get another hobby.
Kidnapping yourself.
Not working!
If you don't want to get married.
Don't
it's an evil institution,
you are better off not getting into it.
But should you find yourself there again.
Just kill yourself.
That way no fines, no apologies,
no TV coverage, no marriage!

I Did it!!

I finally did it! I have taken my first erotic photo shoot.
Not thinking of myself as a sexy motherfucker (as Prince would say), but
they look okay. Lot's of hair. That may actually be the only sexy trait I have.
And I have lots, and lots, and lots of hair.
I got more naked than I thought I would too.
Oh, well... You only live once, twice if you're Egyptian!
I can not believe how nervous and shy I felt.
My friends know how incredibly shy I am.
I barely speak above a whisper.
I don't swear, I don't drink, I don't smoke.
Goddammit, where's my bottle opener and ashtray!
No, seriously, I was so shy.... I am so shy.
More nakedness than intended, very tastefully done.
He took over 100 photos. Dang!!

Javaology

I went to Javaology last night.
It was very cool, coffee a bit expensive, but a nice spot.
The open mic is called The Womb Room.
The name made it a little weird to see all the guys their.
The name makes for a space that kids could come to. You have to keep it clean!
I can do that but sometimes a nicely place four letter word does the trick.
I was good.
The only four letter word that escaped was BUSH!
Now that's fucking profanity.
While there I ran into Lady, John Goode, Abyss and Cocktails.
Also this very nice gentleman drew a picture of me while I was performing.
It was very nice.
I like great open mics! I really like new ones. I should be doing one myself ( with Alice of course) very soon.
It's a great spot! Check it out !!!!!

Mary, Mary Quite Contrary

So Mary Grabar has some definite ideas about Slam Poetry,
Java Monkey Speaks and the poets that read there.
Hold up,
Wait a minute,,,..
What's that you say..
She hasn't what?
Hasn't been......
Did I hear someone say she hasn't been there?
But her commentary it was so, so, ......
really fucking insane is what it was.
It's funny because she has no idea how many people she pissed off.
Or maybe she does and it's some twisted republican game ( I hear they are a kinky group).
She was worried and concerned about her favorite shrub being dissed
in an open mic setting,
wait no it was "the liberal setting"
she may as
well show up butt ass naked
(although I can't imagine wanting to see that),
slathered in butter,
with an apple in her mouth.
'Cause soups on and let the roasting begin.
So many of my friends are responding to the letter
and giving her hell.
Way to go fellow poets.
I have not mastered the art of response to letters that piss me off
without lots of colorful
un poetic, slammy like phrases like...
Stupid dumb fuck,
ignorant ass bitch,
and my favorite
goddamn republican crackhead motherfucker!
See none of these will get my letter of response printed
in the Loaf. So I leave it to you my level headed poetry kings and queens to write the response that makes my phrases eloquent.
An I will slam her ass on the stage!!!
And I'll be nice and include her boy Bush!!!!
I'm sure he's doing something fucked up oh.....right about now!

Festival A Success

What a week!!
I have been a running crazy women!
Some of you are thinking and that's different from what.
I understand the love...Thanks.

The Children's Festival was a great success.
It was probably the largest crowd yet. We had wonderful workshops and performances.
Next year however will bigger and more fabulous.
I am still in a bit of pain and it really confuses me.
I have lived to be almost 40 and get my first ear infection.
I know have guilt because if the pain I endured was even half of what they went through
I did not nearly enough to relieve their pain. Cause damn!
We'll talk more later!

The Pain

I have been in pain for about a week now.
It started dull and achy then sort of went away.
I have not slept since Friday. The pain is so excruciating
that I can barely control my expressions. So bad that hydrocodone,
800 Milligrams of ibuprophine, and a shot of tequila did nothing.
So now I have naproxen which helps but now I'm so overly tired
I can't relax. Makes me want to scream. I'll try to give you a heads
up before the psychotic episodes begin. But remember I'm sleep
deprived so no promises. The slam was interesting. I'm glad I participated.
There has got to be a way where it could be better.
Maybe bring out poets or someone who knows what they are listening to.
The old couple who were judges kept saying to each other what do you think, I don't know whatever.
Strange.
Two others were heard to say a participant wouldn't make it past the
second round before it started.
Sounds shady.
We will see how this team does.
See if nationals enjoy a nicely recycled Saul Williams piece.
I will let everyone know because.....I will be there!
There are so many things you can do that don't require you to be on a team.
I can't wait!
You can send more than one team from each state.
I'm thinking an all female team in 06'!!!
I know there is a way to do it.
Let's figure it out ladies!
I Love My Friends!!!!!
I bugged them about this and they came in droves.
37 people came to see me last night and it felt good to have them there.
I am loved!
They were all pissed!
I had to get them outside so some wouldn't cause a huge scene.
It was pretty funny!
They left in a flood after I bombed.
That also felt good.
They are loyal only to me.
I am special and not just on the short bus!
I am so glad this is over. Back to my open mics and features.
I have got two more pieces done. A writing maniac I tell ya!

Count Down to Slam

I have become obsessed.
It's like the time when I was in highschool when this
white girl told me there was no way I could be a
cheerleader. I had no desire to be a cheerleader, but because
that knucklehead said I couldn't I became cheerleader from hell
just so I could make the team become captain and kick her ass off.
Which I did, don't fuck with me.
The whole process took about two months.
I wonder if she learned her lesson.
Probably not.

The maiden voyage of the grill went well.
We were not however able to set up the kiddie pool. Z-man was very
upset by this. Next week I'll set it up and he can take a dip after school.
This spring break has gone by so fast that I want a do over.
It's not right. I think the time change should happen after spring break
to give us the illusion that we have more time.

Last night the poetry at Charis was incredible. I heard a lot of new poets that I'd never heard before. Sunday night will be awesome. I do realize that it is entirely possible that an all
male team could represent Georgia but let's all do our part to make sure that little nightmare doesn't happen. I learned my shit and I will do my best. I will go regardless, but it would be awesome to compete just cause I've never done it before, and it would be the perfect addition to my pre-mid life crises.

Curse of the Grill

Can I just say that Amanda Kail rocks and she is my shero!!!!!
And Phoenix Y Z is amazing!!!
We have such a great time, and Malika, Elliott, and Rachael helped to hold it down!!!
Can I let you all in on a little secret? Get closer....Closer......CLOSER......
Women Poets will one day soon RULE THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't tell anyone I so enjoy the look of surprise on the faces of the dominated.
I crack myself up.
So the new Lowe's in Little 5......SUCKS a lot.
No one there knows what the fuck they are doing.
It's like watching the learning challenged channel.
They called me to tell me my grill was ready at 1 o'clock.
I said I'd be there at 2. So why did I have to wait an additional 45 minutes
to get the damn thing and it was shaky.
They kept walking around like they had no idea where
the grill could be and like they were lost. Kept asking each
other if it was a seasonal or outdoor item. I'm thinking it's an
outdoor item that I'd like to have before next season,
thank you very f*!!%ing much.
The the same chick who first helped me kept asking me
if she could help me. I'm like help me find my damn grill!
Then she wanted me to sign something that said I received
what they couldn't f$&*ing find.
When I looked at her like she was the nut she is, she said "Oh, don't worry we gonna find it and the you won't have to wait to sign this form then."
Yes, I fought the urge no the desire to slap her silly but damn.
And people wonder why I curse!
I know they are new but it would be nice if the employees knew what the hell they were doing.
I tightened up the grill and tomorrow some carcass will be barbecued!!!!

The Countdown Begins

Wow
Wow and more Wow!!!

What a week. We are now on spring break and a much needed one at that.
Java Monkey rocked last night and now we are down to just 1 week till slam!!!
I am going to practice at House of Poets Slam tonight at Mulligans.
I am so ready to take another road trip!
Trying to get some poets together who want to do it!
You wanna hear something strange which also goes to prove my obsession with this slam shit. I dreamed poetry last night.
Freaky right?
But I fucking remembered my dream,
and now I know the shortened version of Chance Encounter.
I timed it this morning, just under three minutes,
I also memorized three other poems the same way and wrote a new one.
I am a freak of fucking poetic nature.
But don't hate!
Poetry through sleep deprivation....... It just could work!
I am also counting down my Birthday!
Can't decide on a performance night party with drums and poetry and music or a drunken orgy party. Both have the strong points but what a decision I have to make.
I really hope my students have stopped reading my page.
I told them it's where I vent which means the occasional explosion of profanity.

I made Zion take medicine last night which he was none to pleased about. He woke up coughing this morning and said " Mom! I told you medicine don't work, and I was right. I don't ever want to take medicine again." By the time I faced him to respond he was snoring. Bossy little sleep talker.
Must go buy grill! Lowe's had a cool one for 99 bucks.
I want to invite some folks over to practice with and drink beer
and grill the carcass of some animal smeared in bbq sauce.
Now doesn't that sound yum?!

Rain Rain Go Away!!!!!!

What a dreary day!
Rain, rain, and more rain.....
Java Monkey was so empty combination crappy weather and holiday kinda mucked up the works. I have been a writing fiend.....I am so not complaining.
Four new pieces! WooHoo!!!!
I have been very busy this weekend.
My friend Toby had his going away party this weekend. He will return to Germany next week.
And damn!
Tap a keg and they will come,
and they will pass out, and the cops will show up.
All signs of a kick ass party.
Except when the host disappears and passes out in the barn with the goats (don't ask), and wakes the next morning with no recollection of how he got in bed and why he reeks of goat droppings. There's a poem in there somewhere and by damn I will find it!

The final slam at Java Monkey is coming up!!
It should be an awesome event. My only hope is that one of the final four(out of 13) is a woman.
There are only 3 women in the finals.
Come out and support the women!!!!

Wow!!!!!!!!!

I feel like I have arrived, by leaving it's all very cryptic allow me to explain.
I had my first performance out of town and it was awesome!
I traveled to Antioch University in Yellowsprings, Ohio (not sure if the town should be one word or two). My traveling companions were the very brilliant and talented Amanda Kail and Phoenix YZ. What a weekend, on Friday we left 'bout noonish and arrived in Ohio a little after midnight. You would think that we would have been tired but no we were wired and stayed up talking poetry, barley and hops with the amazing Ami Mattison. When you get two or more poets in a room you may not get them out.
The performance on Saturday night was refreshing, fabulous and too much fun to be real. The feeling of doing something you love in front of people who have no idea who the Fuji you are is very empowering. They loved us and not just because we were three hot babes but mostly because we are three hot babes.
After the show we partied till they kicked us out of a club in Dayton, and I mean snatch the drink out of you hand , then the light weights had to go night, night. But those of us who could continued to hang. The conversations we had will save the world. Because of the massive amounts of libations consumed the secrets are temporarily lost but when Ebonie, Ami, and I regrow those lost braincells we will share the secret to all.
I really want to thank those folks for bringing us to the university. It rocked and now I am ready to slam, slam, slam.

Changes

It's been a year solid that I have pursued my poetic dreams and I am happy.
I also really, really, really want to make the Atlanta Slam Team. IF you love me you will come out and support me on April 10th as the four team members will be selected. Out of 13 only 3 are women. Hello, that's wrong. At the very least one of us has to be on the team.

What is the deal with people who try to date new people when they are still in deep with their ex's? Why is it necessary to draw others into their drama? I have had several people approach me wanting to get to know me and just when I let my guard down they bounce back to their ex. Color me confused. It's very tiring this is why I will only focus on those things that don't send mixed messages and makes you want to choke them. Me and my poetry.
I have my first out of town gig this weekend! Antioch here I come! I am so very excited!

What the Fu@!!%!!!!

How is it possible that a person can shoot up a court room in this day and age of heightened security. Why would you have an older woman by herself securing a man known for violence against women and not give her back up. Somebody fucked up big.

Change of subject......
I had a very busy week. I wrote two new pieces and did several open mics. I met this guy at the Yatch Club who wanted a woman's perspective on his relationship. He is with this woman that he thinks he loves. When he met her she had a child and he took care of him as if he were his own. Then he had a child with her. She broke up with him and now she wants to get back with him and guess what she's having yet another mans baby. Can you say doormat?
I don't doubt that he cares for her. He broke down and cried several times during our conversation. He's going to go back to her I just know it. I wish him the best but it makes me sad to watch someone struggle over whether or not they can live with being used because their love is so strong. He believes that if he loves her hard enough she'll realize that he is the one. Love can be a beautiful, warm, sexy, breathtaking, vicious, uncaring bitch.
What can you do? You can run, but unfortunately you will be bodyslammed by love repeatedly. Make sure you're wearing head gear.

And what the hell is Michael doing?
Or thinking?
PJ's in court?
Maybe they can get him to hang out with Martha she can help him, if nothing else she can help him coordinate so at least he matches his PJ's match.

Back Again!!

Howdy,
I'm back at school and wow!
It is a different kind of tired.
I am about to start back hitting my poetry stomps next week.
I've only got a few weeks before the finals for the slam team,
which means I have got to memorize my shit!
So there will be Java on Sunday
House of Poets on Monday
Cliterati on Thursday and who knows what then.
I actually think I have a gig or two before I leave for Ohio
but I spoke to people while on hydrocodone and as I said before
it is not conducive to memory. Hopefully my mom knows or
I'll be late for those shows if I show, know what I'm saying?