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6 Years of 100 Thousand Poets for Change

Saturday, September 24, at Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center in VENICE, CA (the West Side of LA) Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center, 681 Venice Blvd. Venice CA. 10am: Black Mask Parade against Police Brutality GATHER at Venice Blvd. and Lincoln Blvd. We will march over to Beyond Baroque/ Abbott Kinney. Join your community as we march up Venice Blvd. donning the masks of those who are victims of Police Brutality and unjust killing. Stop the murdering police NOW! JUSTICE FOR ANDY LOPEZ! JUSTICE FOR TAMIR RICE! JUSTICE FOR FREDDIE GRAY! JUSTICE FOR KELLY THOMAS! JUSTICE FOR SANDRA BLAND! JUSTICE FOR ALL! BLACK LIVES MATTER! ALL LIVES MATTER! Showtime: 11am-8pm Join us in a world gathering – a celebration of change! The Los Angeles Poet Society is honored to host amazing Angels of Change in our communities! Celebrating 6 years of 100TPC together! Additional events will be held after 3pm at Beyond Baroque. ISSUES WE WILL ADDRESS at this gathering: Homelessness Mass

Reading at the Last Bookstore - September 21

Hello my friends, I am going to be reading this coming Weds, Sept. 21 at the Last Bookstore in the historic bank district of downtown LA! Yahooo! I will be there with my brothers and sisters of the Coiled Serpent Anthology from Tia Chucha Press! It's a free show, and it will be filmed! I am super stoked! The LAPS has a new videographer and is growing the team of officers/ head honchos/honchas :) More info:  http://lastbookstorela.com/events/2743/ The Coiled Serpent is an amazing collection of the diverse authors of LA, pulling from our stories of tragedy, triumph, and hysterics. A very special book, dedicated to our dearly departed poet heroes: Wanda Coleman John Trudell Francisco X. Alarcon Plus a great intro from LA's Poet LAureate, Luis J. Rodriguez! Way to rock it Tia Chucha Press -- what a beautiful LA legacy! WRITE ON!

9/11 Memorial Open Mic with SoapBox Poets

Beyond Baroque, the home of the SoapBox Poets Open Mic, will have a 9/11 memorial reading, Sunday, September 11, 2016. Bring your candle and your art. Peace and love to everyone... let us heal each other and share story. Where were you on 9/11/2001... when did you find out? What did you do? 7 minute mic to all genres. Hosted by me (Jessica M. Wilson Cardenas) Los Angeles Poet Society Address to Beyond Baroque: 681 Venice Blvd. Venice, CA 2-4pm www.lapoetsociety.org www.beyondbaroque.org www.jessicamwilson.com

What I Heard

I heard it for myself, but I didn’t understand it. It was mumbled, passed under the air, the translation was kind, so I don’t really believe it; but why would you say that, mom? Why say that…? Were you pushed to a wall and forced to finally speak? My self-esteem cannot release me because I don’t even know if I am looking at myself anymore. I pray to god and I pray to god. I know the mother spirit is listening and is there with me through the struggle, I know my heart is good, but what did I hear? Was that you, finally coming exposed? Did you ever want me, or want us, my sister and I; that have been dragged over fields by our hair, screaming for peace, unconditional love, from the lap of you…? We want more , yes. We do. Your face has always been in my memory: A smile from the shadows; maybe always an illusion to the mother I wanted to see; one who gave love. Jessica M. Wilson 9/9/16 Friday, 11:18am

Prism

cascade of color generations after before; the start of matriculation dreams of higher revelation beyond the normality of just being breathing or beating of where we all began i see unity in this prism  light glaring into my throat, a voice for more a voice to plunge into pastimes of lives more than mine more than what i have seen it is immeasurable  makes me want to scream higher for the dreams of all reality to come to be. i infiltrate the circle, tuck myself into a knapsack and dance under the joy, no solitude, a collective self  that will resonate and sing beyond the reasons of understanding; who we can be or become within season we are collective body; masses of other, faces of comfort that grace the life holy. one being to nurture and penetrate without charity or solace camaraderie motherly, minds of menace and laughter minds planted with decision to reach beyond the vision of alignment. reaching beyond the chosen mind creating a harm

AWP in LA!

I am featured at AWP2016! Hello Los Angeles!  I am super excited to be joining the festivities of literary sorts this week for the annual AWP Conference! AWP is Association of Writers and Writing Programs. There will be panel presentations, readings, book signings,bookfairs, all kinds of fun things...including a bar for us boozers :) haha I am stoooooooked! I heard about AWP so much in college and in Grad School...it's amazing that I have this opportunity to be a part of it. I get to represent myself as a Poet and also as a Poet Teacher with California Poets in the Schools, newly published by international press, Swan World Press from Paris, France... and also, I will be hosting my own offsite event from the Los Angeles Poet Society, with the Writers Underground at Espacio 1839, in the heart of East LA..very close to where I was born. This indeed is such a special time for me.  I have no idea what to expect, but I know that I will rock and roll every day and enjoy th

When you’re no longer silly enough

When you’re no longer silly enough  to be with the “in crowd”, you just disappear. Sometimes it hurts, remembering… the old self in the mirror, and the shadows of age popping up like freckles. I miss you. I miss it… miss us, but I realize I’m never the person I am today when I’m with you. I am dully shining over your shoulder, questioning my intentions, and yours of mine. How many slow waltzes will we dance until we just embrace another partner that enjoys our step, and leads with grace with full swings inward and outward of the heart? I’m tired of aching, but I can’t stand blind of the ashes that have fallen, the timber of broken friendship, or small betrayal or the recourse of new life. I dream to feel whole, but insecurity never lets me stand beside you because I never know where you will go next; sometimes with me, sometimes concealed in the arms of so many more than I can even foster. Sometimes being home means being alone. Jessica

It's Leap Day!

I am posting because it's Leap Day. This should be a tremendous day of action for everyone. Happy Birthday to those able to celebrate in the joy of their actual birthday. LEAP DAY babies REJOICE! It's your day! Let this day of action bring upon new triumphs in all of our lives! Do something BIG or sleep in until March 1. Say something true, so it will not be forgotten. Keep peace and bring it closer to your heart. Today, I will be taking out the steps to heal my heart from friends that have been held in it. Today, I will begin to mail out my 1st book of poetry, Serious Longing , along with these custom bookmarks that I have been working on. Poet Jessica M. Wilson with Mrs.BeBe / Roxy Doodles Today, I workout my body to continue its metamorphosis. "I'm a BLACK STAR! I'm a BLACK STAR!" Be original.Be yourself without doubt or apology. Long live DAVID BOWIE :)!

Jessica M. Wilson on GuerrillaReads!

Greetings. I find myself parked inside of the NoHo Metro Station. Parked standing. Reading a poem called "Being Human", selected from a book called Serious Longing . This is my book. This is my poem. Bronwyn Mauldin is an angel with a video camera. She caught me reading, and all the humans behind me, traveling. I am proud of this moment. Proud to be Los Angeles Poet Society, speaking truth, in the midst of LA's 3rd Annual Lit Crawl celebration, with my friends. A team of bards on a mission of world peace. I am grateful for this moment. Catch me live any time in Issue #96 of www.guerrillareads.com where poetry is caught in action. Order your copy of Serious Longing! http://www.editionsducygne.com/swanworld-serious-longing2.html

for David Bowie

Rest in Peace David Robert Jones David Bowie You lived well. As your energy spins to the stars may all that you ever spoke become real Thank you for giving art and hope to humanity. @>---- genius be at peace.