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It's Master Class Time! Ekphrastic Poetry with Jessica M. Wilson

 I am so honored to announce my partnership wtih Avenue 50 Studios, a premiere art gallery in Highland Park, in a historic part of NELA.  Starting April 25, I will be teaching my Ekphrastic Poetry Master Classes! We meet 6:30-8pm, in person at Avenue 50, examining and embodying modern artworks in curent residence at Avenue 50! Not only that, learn more from Art History as we delve into Masterpieces that lend themself to the technicques or inspiraions behind the art. Classes are $20 each.  Minimum of 3 classes will earn you publication by LA Poet Society Press. Meet and Greet contemorary Artitsts!  Learn Art History, write and embody visual art, to bring a new perspective and experience to the artwork! Register by visiting:
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In Honor of Mother Earth

Happy Earth Month!  Right now, we see the blossoms opening, the vines ripening -- the sweet smell of Spring is here! Congratulations to everyone for making it out of the darkness, in this frigid air... the dew of the damp Earth has sprouted many blessings.  Rake up the gentle soil and bring her into your circle. Let the abundance flow into your circle; enjoy the fragrance of your harvest. I wanted to offer up this powerful song; Madre Tierra , by Maya Jupiter. Her message is steady and daring to be spoken into the ears of all who dwell on and know Mother Earth.  Speak righteously, and take care. ~ Jessica ~

Elegy for Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Elegy for Lawrence Ferlinghetti looks like wings flying off birds Dust digging as far as it can inside itself             a piece             a piece             a piece. So anyway,             I’m pretty sad you are gone. Pictures gone mad with hope in a gone world That’s how I’m feeling right now.   Do you know you are loved?                                                                              Hope you are okay. So anyway. Take care of yourself, okay? Bye for now. Thank you for liberating me.   -         Jessica M. Wilson 11:17pm 2/23/2021 For Lawrence Ferlinghetti – on his passing. Ometeotl March 24, 1919 (Yonkers, New York)  –  February 22, 2021 (San Francisco, California)

To the lipstick that made my Mom happy

 To the lipstick that made my Mom happy,  I smelt you today, because the sudden rise of your aroma, a suddenly ripe expiration to a wax well used, sticky, rich, and captivating. A heavy tread across the highlights of your lips. Creases of embarrassed smiles, a guilt of not belonging, or a lessening, or insecurity. Yeah, that's about ripe. But your thickness glamourized my Mom  with your crimson promise, of keeping her young, beautiful, a ritual of engagement with the mirror,   A promise she knew. Always hid. JmWC 11 18 20  1053

When everyone was quarantined, I felt like

  "When everyone was quarantined, I felt like..."           I was caged,  my cord cut,            the outside was in,       and I  wasn’t ready for that. I felt like I was out of time                 – no way to re-plan my life,  no way to be by anyone’s side. I like mapping the scene,     feel heat amongst a crowd,  and now, to stay away from them,  I have to hide. Close myself off  my nature,  to enjoy parties  dancing, all the things               feel more alive…  When that door shut, a hurricane hit. JMWC 9/22/20 from class, Panorama High School, 2020

Top Me

Midnight satisfaction mystical fashion a decade of decadencia thrusts between the shouts. Do it a little longer; and keep me in that place you send me when i go midnight on  your excursion.  An exorcism to say the least. JMWC 1105pm, Sunday 9/6/2020

Sort of a Downer

It's birthday season again!  Yay...  (sarcasm) Gosh, it has been a while since Covid19 made its debut... I think I was thinking it would be gone by now. Yes, the foolish fantasy that we could continue with our lives after 2 weeks of lockdown, but here is August. It's nearly my birthday and I have been wrapping my head around just what I can do to celebrate. Sure, you can say, go low key. Or, "why not be low key, Jessica. Why's it gotta be a big party?". Well, to counter that I'd say, "F&*k off, it's my birthday bish!" But really , I would probably say: 1. I just came out of 3 years of being "Mama", as in new momma, as in "where the hell did Jessica go", as in "when the hell is Jessica coming back?" as in "what do the kids need now?" I haven't been out in a long time. Definitely not the way I used to go out.  2. It's a milestone birthday! Let me rock my milestone and set it off! That's what I