The mind, a dormant stone

Hello Poets! It's that time of year where we work on our tans, or blockage of any tan, and enjoy the long days and steamy nights! It's Summer, our favorite time of year! That also means, it's time to launch our Annual Summer Poetry Contest! We know you've been writing through the entire year and have many amazing words to share!  Why not send your best poems to the 4th Annual Los Angeles Poet Society Summer Poetry Contest?  Your poem could be the winner of a cash  prize ! Past winners include:  Mary Torregrossa ,  Tresha Haefner , & Alexis Rhone Fancher This years' contest topic: Summer of Peace In no more than 200 lines, send us your poetic interpretation of "Summer of Peace". All submitted work will be judged by Los Angeles Poet Society and a featured Guest Judge. $1 donation per entry  (details below). The Prize The sole winner will win a cash prize that includes  all the proceeds   from the contest entry donation...

Whether it be for Dad, Uncle, Grampa, or Grandma... I hope you made it out today to experience the longest day of the year.  Frolic in the openness of green trees and the golden light they perspire. Skip over a daisy to preserve a bit more dew from the falling mist of the teetering night. Let the human remain under stars for a canopy serenade: wind huddled in chattering leaves, million speckles of water dropping like sunset. A moistened pocket to tuck dandelions before decay, and pat stamen with golden powder; more life will unfold. Crawl out of caves to ascend earth for a climactic finish. Brilliant green; here is where it all begins; to feel the pull of each corner nest excrete conquest lust, until the hairs on our arms hypnotize the supple creases that tongues can seek, and poses dangle like clever berries to be had. - Jessica M. Wilson Sunday, 6. 21. 2015

EpiTantriChord I am a Poet of the Cosmic chord -- I say, “ luz ”, Maja calls it, “ love ”. Perception and digital signals, dials us up one by one. We are here; empty. Come and fill us up, just don’t feel us up; we’re tired of being used, tired of being consumed. Trash bag over our young  and we don’t even want to look to see its face. An atrocity. A lone 93-year-old man who’s loved so, as to sacrifice decades of his life for a cause of millions... and here he makes breath for only few to ever see. Broken chord. Chain-link to every human’s ghost. A known unknowing of our eternity. Jessica M. Wilson

Founded in 2009 by East Los Angeles and Navajo Poet, Jessica M. Wilson, the Los Angeles Poet Society has diligently served the people of Los Angeles uniting the creative communities of Los Angeles!  Our mission is to create a bridge to all the literary heartbeats of LA including: Poets, Writers, Artists of all creative genres, Publishers, Cultural Centers, and Book sellers.  Jessica is a Poet and believes Los Angeles deserves a Poet Society, thriving, loving, and uniting across Los Angeles!  Since its creation, the Los Angeles Poet Society has been 99% self-funded, believing in its purpose and importance, thriving on.   Over the last 6 years, the  Los Angeles Poet Society, has brought over 900 members to its network!  The website    www.losangelespoetsociety.org  is home to: - Poetry Interviews - Member spotlights - Socially and culturally impactful Poetry from members including Alexis Rhone Fancher...

what makes a jessica wilson cocktail? i am not sure how to make one... i know there are definitely 3 parts bright neon lights 2 parts sleazy 4 parts comfortable 1 part curiosity how tranquil? any part peaceful? of course... maybe, for now, a tossed salad. let's see, there is a little Pine tree sprinkled with pixie powder bright green moss landscaping the piers tiers to the bright sky light reflecting on supple brown skin tendered to taste. add a palm tree or two, rows of eucalyptus and  manzanillo trees orchards of manzanillo, actually, and vineyards and cherry trees long daffodils. I want an orchard in my heart. Growing away from fear, dependency, misfortune. Free from oppression and religion archaic democracy dogma. I want to capitalize on me. enjoy the breeze. always the sea tilting side to side it puts me to sleep to peace the sea the tree a forest a forest free.

Here I am New climate covered in fresh green Neon blades rising Tasting air Tucking away seeds For spring rain Let life show grains for a new year Dazzling blue In the juicy mud. JW 51015

So what am I up to??? Here's what I've emailed over to my allies in "the scene". I am super honored and humbled... all these features just came in a brilliant light! Thank you, Los Angeles and thank you to my friends and those who believe in my work as a Poet. I am an artist. Love love! * * * * * * * * * * * Hello my friends, I wanted to be sure to get the word out to you about some upcoming features and workshops that I will be holding this week! It's a privilege to close out Poetry Month with a bang!  Thursday, April 30 Rooftop Poetry Workshop with Jessica M. Wilson, MFA Topic: Beat Generation @ 6pm $5 It all starts on Thursday, April 30th, the last day of Poetry Month, I'll be at The Hatchery, teaching a Poetry Workshop on the Beat Generation. This is truly such an honor. It's something I have been wanting to do all my life and I feel so blessed that I have this opportunity to share what I love to do with the people. Th...