sweet sentiment

Ms. Theresa,

I don't think that I said thank you in the correct way. I will never forget the way you taught and nurtured our daughter while she was a middle school student at Horizons. What was most impressive was the way you encouraged Rachel and other students to analyze and enjoy the written and spoken word. I recall the year that all of your students rebelled during the middle school commencement ceremony. Rachel was going to the 7th grade. She said...oh mom, I do not want to go back to Theresa's class. I told her that she had not yet proven to me that she could be responsible and that she needed to prove to her instructors that she was indeed responsible. At the end of her year in 7th grade, she told me that we had made the right decision. During her year as an 8th grade high school student at Horizons, she referred to you and your "teaching tactics" and remarked about how she missed them. Despite all that you have to deal with...your children, your art, your issues and your public....you still find time and space to" love and nurture other peoples children". It is teachers like you who make the Horizons School a very special place. Thank you for being one of the teachers that Rachel will never forget. We are a Horizons School alumni family. Therefore, you will see us again and very soon. I am suppose to be part of the 30th Anniversary celebration committee. Please keep in touch and keep me informed about your poetry...( I have been writing a lot) and your children. "Again, thank you the way my momma taught me how to say thank you."


Peace and Blessings,


Jea Delsarte

when one door closes....


you should run up to it real fast and deadbolt the shit out of it!

hindsight is a bitch

the party's over

yeah i don't know who's crazier me or her. probably me. i keep getting caught up in trying to fix or save folks. and when i make a fucking rule i should know better than to break it. i do this sick thing where i kinda make a notation when i start getting to know someone intimately. it's kinda twisted and probably acts more as a catalyst for everything that happens afterwards. me fucking around with the power of the written word, i should know better. so after the first couple days of bed games and of hearing about my ex this and my ex that i wrote; three months top, she'll bounce back to her ex, and i'll be lucky if i get through it not hating her by september. if i don't hate her by then we might be able to be friends. that last parts not looking too good.

as i can only focus on one thing at a time my attention was dominated in this fix a chick effort. it boggles my mind. i meet these really attractive, beautiful, talented people, who tell horror stories of how they got fucked over. Some of them really fucked over, abandonment, mental abuse, all kinds of crazy shit. then comes me attentive, accommodating (too much), and they get nostalgic it seems for someone to treat them like shit. i can't treat people i care for like shit. then the horrible ex stories become, well i could have done...or we both did our... and i'm like maybe you should go back and their like no i really care about you and that's not where i need to be....bullshit? my dar seems to be stuck on attracting crazy or like i said maybe i'm the crazy one.

those days are over (she says somewhat confidently, knowing the next beautiful, smart, funny, talented one that comes along will again consume her thoughts, as she is a hopeless romantic in denial). i have made a decision (i think i have at any rate) to be adhd poet for the next two week and let my attentions wonder all over the fucking place. being naked in the hot tub last night helped clear out a lot of shit. the pretty girl from out of town in the hot tub helped as well and added to the clarity. just the change of being around some one who really doesn't want anything from you, instead of the one who claims not to want anything all the time demanding shit they claim they don't want from you. yep, i am definitely the crazy one.

i am so ready to get out of town i can't even begin to tell you. any poets wanting to assist me in the getting into fun trouble in austin, bring it!!

the clot

so lot's of things have been happening and i still feel a little bit crazed.
i had a run of very good shows, getting to know my new sweetie, managing not to totally wipe myself out with all the activity.

when i finished hosting the dixie pistols show, i thought i had a charlie horse. a week later the cramp was still there and moving up my leg. Saturday morning when i got up standing was slightly owie. i went to the emergency room. there the doctor convinced me that it was probably a blood clot that would eventually travel to my lungs or brain and possibly kill me......yeah, color me scared shitless.
when they drew my blood it moved so slowly that in my head the clot was definitely there or my blood would move more freely. begin the freak out. they prescribe me medication that i have to self inject...more freaking, i don't do needles. i have popped a nurse or two for trying to give me shots in the past. i had a crying fit in the parking lot because i was sure i would not be able to do this and as a result would be dead by Sunday. my friend was out of town and i really wanted to hear a kind voice. when we talked she was short with me and and seemed busy so i figured let's not bother her about my pending death.

when i got home i couldn't do the injection. i started calling friends and my mom. thankfully some friends stopped by, my mom ran out of the room during the injection squealing "ewww needles" yes very comforting. i felt disoriented almost immediately. later realizing that confusion and other mental shit are side effects. make the crazy crazier. the banter as retold to me involved my dying and how embarrassed i would be if i died in front of people. there were phone calls. i am not sure how many people think i'm more crazy than my usual. i do know i pissed off my friend. and the fucked up thing is no matter what i say it will sound like an excuse.

yesterday i had to stick myself three times before i could get the final dose before my deep ultrasound to detect the alleged clot. still emotional right after that i get a call from my friend and snap, why, not sure but she is pissed. so pissed..not pretty. when she confronts me face to face, i have no words anything i say will be an excuse and possibly piteous. no winning. as close as i can come to it is she didn't care that i thought i could be dying even though she didn't know i thought i could be dying...confusion thy name is theresa.

i do not have a blood clot and if i'd been allergic to the stuff given to me it could have been very bad the tech said. she said they should have never given me inject able especially with no sound proof of an ailment.

so today i am sore and in and out of my mind and trying to rest still trying to listen to see if i can hear my blood thickening. i'm giving myself a major headache that i can't do anything about because i can't take meds until this stuff is out of my system. hoping to be better tomorrow when i really have a lot of shit to do. maybe my fuck up is forgivable...time will tell.

so

so i'm in publix,
cause i need some stuff.
actually i only need two things and am slightly confused when i notice all the shit i have in my buggy. i must have been having an excellent shopping experience cause there was bob in my step and was humming. i talked myself out of the french horns remembering the last time i had them. it wasn't pretty. talked myself out of the 5lb bag of pistacios. i mean i like them but can only eat a handful before my tongue goes into overdrive. looking at the contents in my buggy if i didn't know better i would have thought i was high....and i wasn't. i end up with 5 things. a rock star energy drink, a bag of tortilla chips, 5 layer dip, those little crab cake things ( cause they must have crack in them), and a six pack of strongbow.

i'm checking out. there is a very eager bagger bagging up my stuff. he is loving his job. an elderly couple is pushing their bag filled buggy towards the sliding doors. mr. eager rushes to aid them. almost knocks the old guy on his ass and bumps his old lady companion into a rack. he explains to them that he wants to take their bags to their car. they say no. he continues to hold on to the buggy pushing it as they are trying to stop him. he explains again that he just wants to do his job well and take their groceries to the car. the old man again says no and adds thanks. the young man then has a slight tantrum and shoves the buggy out of their reach then sulks back over to the register i'm at. you can take my bags if you like, i offer.
he tells me that i only have two bags, they had more and walks away.
i'm sorry, but maybe you had to be there, the shit was funny!

the straw

i have been running for weeks.
this week has been ridiculously busy and full of stress.
working the social forum, managing to make all the performances, worrying if i was going to lose my house,no time to write, post office still fucking up my mail so much so my children's insurance was cancelled and now other things are being seriously effected, putting so much money out and not getting it back, putting my own financial security at risk....lots of stuff....so when snuggling with my new friend trying to relax i don't remember what i did or said to upset her, but her response to it was the thing that broke me the tears started and they haven't stopped yet. i knew i was inching down the road of overwhelmed but i can usually forestall my breakdowns....yeah, not so much anymore. i lost it bad and i have been sobbing uncontrollably for hours. stress mixed with this menopause shit is like a Molotov cocktail and this shit will last for days....so exhausted and spent.....i have to take myself out of the picture for a few days until this passes.

i was kinda maybe drunk at the time

i got issues

what is wrong with me
ok so i made a fucking decision.

i'm going to be single for a while cause damn i need an emotional time out or something. clearly i don't listen to myself. and i should learn that every time i say some dumb shit like....i'm not looking for anyone or anything. someone or something falls in my lap. and this time she's a chocolate goddess.....and i must be tripping cause i got my feeling all hurt today and it wasn't even that deep. i had to give myself a mental lashing. i allowed my mental to work me to the point where i caught myself about to cry...what the fuck is that!!

i'm blaming the heat...yeah that's it it's fucking hot...and maybe i'm tired yeah that's it i am tired as hell...and maybe it's cause the sidewalk is crooked..yeah...and maybe just maybe i'm full of shit and actually falling for this girl...stop the fucking madness oh my damn.

okay don't stop it yet, i'm kinda having fun;-)

My birthday!!!!

Your Birthdate: May 24

You understand people well and are a natural born therapist. A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around. You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you. You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people. Your strength: Your devotion Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness Your power color: Lilac Your power symbol: Heart Your power month: June

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

who's hot???

i've been mused

Kiss
Theresa Davis 2007

Darkness can conceal
But it can’t hide
Tender feeling deep inside
A gentle tug a gentle urge
Spoken without a single word
Hard to touch
Even harder to hold
Inside a secret to unfold
Come closer don’t resist
Kiss

A closeness never felt before
Like this, not like this
The shape of your face your lips
Cause my pen to skip on the page
Imitating my heart, the catch in my breath
The cool touch of fingertips
Across tattooed skin
Warms, heats, engulfs me
Mangles my words
While I try to find something
To do with my hands
You pirouette and pace
Nervous energy at its most graceful
Watching you watch me
Electricity tingling
My skin of fire
This urge to touch you
A sideways glance
An eyebrow raised
A devilish grin
You stutter through my being
Thoughts locked inside my head
Attempt to escape
To paint pictures
Aching to force its way onto pages
A decision to be made
Frustrated by my own fears
Relieved by your honest truths
I float rooted to the spot
Heart pounding pondering
A forever whatever that could mean
Do I fight this feeling?
This need to want you
Let you flow like ink
An opportunity could be missed
If I resist

Your kiss

party time!!!

Cliterati presents
A Duo of Geminis (that's 4 people)
Birthday Spoken Word Bash -
Thursday May 24th
Featuring the political,
the raucous,
the erotic,
the Queer-spittin' vibes of...

Theresa Davis & kathleen delaney!!!!!
(and yes, we are celebrating both of our birthdays, so come spank us!!!!!! *wink*)

At: The Spot
757 Ralph McGill - next to Tower II - in the ATL.
Thursday May 24th @ 8pm!!!
Bring tip money for the b-day gals
& enough to enjoy the Spot's Soul Food!

if you have ever wondered in your head or out loud
if a man wearing sagging pants
can peddle up a hill
on a bike with two low tires
a beer in one hand and a smoke in the other
while trying to talk on a phone

the answer is well, it takes some work and a lot of wobbling but
yes,
he can

it's not poetry in motion
but he got his ass up the hill breathing hard only stopping to say hold on in the phone take a drag and a drink and pedal on

scenes from my front porch

Fan Mail

very cool way to begin the day after my coffee!!



Okay, yes, I know. It is ridiculous that a grown woman is writing fan mail to a woman she has never met. However, someone sent me your CD - well, to be honest, I had to harangue her into it but, still, I got it. She played me Butterflies & Rainbows and Rockstar Poet over the phone and I had to hear the rest of it. How can I resist someone who uses both "polysyllabic" and "onomatopoeia"? Clearly, I can not. Since I'm in Michigan, which is no where near Atlanta, I couldn't just go buy one of my own. You are officially now My Favorite Poet, replacing the long-dead-thus-isn't-going-to-write-anymore Rumi.

And just so you know? You are SO my Rockstar Poet.

Barbara

This Week!!!

crazyness

they have rounded the bend and are trying to take my with them.
i am refusing.

they have almost made me pee my pants twice so far because they are insane.
they are the happy crazy since they all seem to be in a good mood.

#1
i told him not to bounce the ball off the tree with so much force. it would bounce of and pop a kid in the head. he tells me he is a professional ball tree bouncer. i tell him i didn't know that was a profession. he is throwing the ball harder and harder. i tell him to be careful. he tells me I GOT THIS MS.T! the ball bounces hard comes back on him with a force that whacks the shit out of him. he staggers sideways and tells me he meant to do that. i am on my knees cracking up.

#2
on kid says to the others.
i wonder will i be able to taste this capris sun (juice box) if i snort it through my nose.i say whoa don't. to late. not sure why he ran. in circles. when he got through spluttering. i asked him how it tasted. he said it tasted like pain and how does anyone snort things up their noses. he declares he's never doing coke. i say good for him. he says yeah dr. pepper either man those drinks would really burn.
there is something wrong with that boy.

#3

so he asks me

(him) what is it?

(me) what is what?

(him) you know IT?

(me) i have no idea what you are talking about.

(him) you know it..is IT a muscle or a bone?

(me) what?
(him) i don't think it's a bone cause it bends.

i look confused. kids are giggling.

(him) you know...It he points.

(me) you mean your penis?

they all fall out laughing.

(me) it's your property you should look it up. (more giggles)

(him) oh I can't. i don't want to see one i just need to know. i did an experiment. is it cartilage?

(me) tissue i say. can we stop talking about this now.

(him) are girls the same?

(me) girls don't have penises.


the moon is going to be full tonight the behavior is so wrong in all the classes. 21 more days!!!!

joke

one of my nose always in a book students just told a joke. made my jaw drop, just a little.

how are michael jackson and wal-mart alike?

they both have boys' pants half - off.

soo bad....i swear i didn't teach him that. but that is twisted hilarious!

stop complaining!!!!

response to middle schoolers complaining and being negative.


To help you look on the bright side, here are some things that could be worse:
Your Butt could fall off.
You could be sucked into a black hole, never to be seen again.
You could be sitting at a table with an apple in your mouth, ready to be eaten.
You could be a mime.
You could like Karaoke.
You could be one of those perky people who smile all the time.
Your head could spin around like that possessed chich in the movies.
on top of everything,
You could permanently itch.
You could be shanghaied into outer space to become some bratty little alien's new pet.
You could discover that your whole life has been meaningless- That all along you've just been a part of somebody else's multiple personality.
You could have NO FRIENDS,
NO BLADDER CONTROL, AND NO SENSE OF HUMOR-
NON OF WHICH, THANKFULLY YET, KNOCK ON WOOD IS TRUE!
Now doesn't that make you feel just a little bit better?

these dreams

i want to have an event in the fall called the slamlympics. i dreamed about it last night. it was funny and fun as hell but i only remember a few events on was the onomatopoeia slam, the anagram slam, word wizard slam and then the award ceremony. prizes were a bronze, gold or silver engraved pen..... don't steal my fucking idea...and that's all i have to say about that!

Slam Amok

interesting.
i blogged weeks ago about a second place winner in the slam slammed art amok at a different venue. the way i went off i'd have thought he would not show his face. he showed his face. i went off again. i let him know that i would not bar his competing but that i would not put up with any shit. period. i tore him a new ass and he humbled himself. said he wanted to make amends, he was better than that. he was just mad at the judges. i again explained that if your ego is so wrapped up in what 5 random people thought of your hard work and dedication then you should not fuck with slam.
i have not been apologized to that much in a minute. he bought me coffee and i though damn he is really trying to repent all praises to the carmel latte. when he left to get my coffee a poet i am just loving lately Stefen came up and said, "that took some balls!" "from him or me?" i asked. " it took balls for him to take the tongue lashing you just gave him. hell, i would have left semi-humiliated. remind me never to piss you off." i give him props for staying. for competing and making the team. we will see if he follows through on the practice and fund-raising schedule. i think he is going to try his best to follow through, the last thing he wants is me in his face, being right. and angry. and righteous anger conjures up my other goddess
NEMESIS
the spirit of divine retribution against those who succumb to hubris, vengeful fate personified as a remorseless goddess...NEMESIS



Hubris is exaggerated self pride or self-confidence (overbearing pride), often resulting in fatal retribution and .....NEMESIS


she can't be bribed with coffee.........she probably could after a full night of kicking ass this might be what she needs to pick her up in the a.m.
Goddess knows lots of ass needs be kicked!!




was way wired after the slam last night drove my ass across town to get into trouble....
as winter returns to the ATL, it is cold as fuck here!
oh yeah and who made a hot guy????