“The Creative World of Synthia SAINT JAMES” — I’ve used this description for many years because of the variety of my creative work and endeavors, such as in the visual arts I am a painter, architectural designer (ceramic tile designs for the Ontario Int’l Baggage Claim… READ MORE
I finished my term as Los Angeles Poet Laureate at the end of 2016. In two years, I spoke or read poetry to an estimated 25,000 people in over 200 events, and millions more in English and Spanish language TV, radio, publication, and Internet media. READ MORE
A Book Signing with laughter, music and jaw-dropping shenanigans featuring Jenifer Lewis with special co-host Synthia SAINT JAMES — Saturday, December 16, 2017, Nate Holden Performing Arts Center (Ebony Repertory Theatre). READ MORE
The Wandering Song: Central American Writing in the United States is a multi-genre collection of poems, short stories, essays, memoir, novel excerpts, and creative nonfiction. The book showcases writers who render a multiplicity of experiences as refugees from the wars of the 1980s to those who barely remember the homeland, or who were born in el norte. READ MORE
We look to George. Was that a gun? “Could be hunting season,” he speculates, eyebrows lifted. “Or maybe there’s a shooting range nearby.” The sharp cracks come more frequently. Multiple shooters. Whoever they are, they seem to be moving closer.
We all go by certain assumptions that we live in a largely civil, law-abiding society. Still, it’s hard not to flash back on the final scenes of Easy Rider with its denouement of casual, explosive violence against the free-spirited, live-and-let-live cross-country riders. But that was only a movie, right? Right?
I glance at Emily for an assuring look that will confirm I’m overreacting. But her widened eyes and the taut set of her jaw tell me she’s frightened, too. READ MORE
Murphy has learned how to make peace with fear. “Sometimes I’m afraid of stuff that I don’t really have a good reason too, it’s just there. I have to deconstruct it, take a look, and ask myself, ‘Is there a way that I can make a relationship with this fear?’” READ MORE
“It’s fantastic to be a poet in L.A., and to be an Angeleno.” That’s right, our country’s chosen wordsmith is one of our city’s own. Amanda Gorman was born near Los Angeles International Airport, fitting considering she has wings rivaling any aircraft’s. Her path to poet laureate began “at the cross-section of diametrically opposed neighborhoods; READ MORE
But we do have an understanding of sorts. When he’s eating away from the table, he’s supposed to share a bit with me. If he doesn’t, I’ll flounce away and not speak to him, giving him only the occasional look of hurt accusation. READ MORE
For instance, whenever I wear hoodies, I find myself suspicious of my right hand, wondering if it might steal the money from my left pocket. With that in mind, who knew what stereotype would be triggered if Tiny Hands started using foul-mouthed locker room talk? I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be Sambo, Coon or good ole’ Stepin Fetchit, who was television’s favorite Negro, back when America was Great. READ MORE
Miss Annie: Sometimes the Judge does get quite morose. It’s something to do with his Welsh roots. I find it useful to come and sit on his foot. This way it’s difficult for him to ignore me, and he can’t really get up and walk away. He usually gives in and starts to stroke my head. That’s when I know I’ve got him. READ MORE
Miss Annie: I specialize in socks and underwear, and have an extensive collection. This is an art form, unappreciated by humans with their short noses. They miss so much in life because they weren’t given proper smelling equipment. READ MORE
Murphy wrote a book that is riveting, intimate, and a fun read. Learning about our four brain chemicals that determine our personality traits is interesting however, I found Murphy’s personal experience even more intriguing. Not every woman is going to embrace mid-life on a Harley, but living vicariously through Murphy’s travels gives us insight into what it means to embrace mid-life rather than complain about it. Her story and her book is compelling. What a joy it was to spend an afternoon in my easy chair riding on a bike with Bernadette Murphy. READ MORE
We the people live in a less than perfect union
That accuses the vulnerable and never the top class and race
When children are ‘illegal’ and intolerance bans humans
I wonder who ‘we the people’ are in the first place. READ MORE
My country’s doormat
reads: SORRY, NO VACANCIES
I want it to read:
YOU’RE WELCOME HERE, DO COME IN
Make yourself at home. READ MORE
For the new year, I won’t count it down as a
uranium bomb. Every open window is a
cause to be kind. The last days came like a plague ship over the
know, so I’m swimming out to meet it. Let us reach the season of
desert bloom, with angels on all four sides of the barricade, let us
outlive the wolves. READ MORE
According to MacDonald, “The Judge has a legal mind. He’s trained as a lawyer, as I am. If you go to a good law school – I went to USC, and I was number one in my class – they don’t teach you to pass the bar, they don’t teach you to practice law, they teach you a different way to think.” It is that difference that makes The Judge a well-defined, three-dimensional character, able to approach investigations from the perspective of the legal mind. “He’s a clever and experienced guy, but a judge no longer. READ MORE
He’d brought his favorite toy car down to drive on their working vacation. The Jag was a convertible, racing green, 1969, vintage. His tried and true toy since he bought it from the original owner back in 1989. He loved the car. Except for the Lucas electrical system, which he overlooked, the way a proud parent overlooks a club foot….
There had been a day when he’d felt swashbuckling in the car. Younger and slimmer then. It was hard to remember back. He had only faded shadows of memories of what it’d been like. Realistically the Judge had always been too tall for the car. And now he was too old and too fat as well. The convertible top was already down, by necessity. He unsnapped the tonneau over its cockpit on the driver’s side, then knelt down, squeezing his bulk in and under the wooden steering wheel, struggling with a two piece seat belt that both went around his waist and came down over his shoulder, a new innovation back in the day. READ MORE
This year’s DADA theme, “EYE FOR A LIE,” features work that examines the concept of “fake” everything—questioning the very essence of truth in what some have labeled the “post-truth” era.
We caught up with Linda Albertano to get the low-down about DADA, what it means, what it does, how she became a DADAist, and the theme of this year’s new LA-DADA book release (Maintenant11). READ MORE
The Reasonable Woman is a hope chest, a locked cabinet.
The Reasonable Woman is pleasant enough.
The Reasonable Woman is the converse of sex.
The Reasonable Woman is durable good, a sound diagnosis.
The Reasonable Woman is a subordinate clause.
The Reasonable Woman is childproof, although Heidi is already up to her knee.
The Reasonable Woman is a skillet, a war bond.
The Reasonable Woman is a fugue heard on the intercom.
The Reasonable Woman is a graph of stock options, the percentage of return.
The Reasonable Woman is open to suggestion.
The Reasonable Woman is a string bean, a cauliflower, a field of potatoes. READ MORE
Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher
As a poet, Linda represented Los Angeles at the One World Poetry Festival in Amsterdam, and she’s featured on the Venice Poetry Wall at Windward Ave. with such local notables as Jim Morrison, Viggo Mortensen and Exene Cervenka.
Virtue rides into town on a
convertible Clydesdale. She’s wrapped
and is eating an apple concoction.
Ah, Virtue! They want
are so succulent! They want to use
for purposes of personal
adornment. They want to pin
wholesome and lovely, to their lapels.
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