September Poet's Place

POETS PLACE
SEPTEMBER EDITION

It’s hot! Super hot!!! September is my birthday month and my day usually falls on or there about Labor Day. Birthdays are a celebration of self. A day just for you to do and act however you want. A gift we can give ourselves. It’s a day of permission. So why don’t we give ourselves permission to be kind, loving, happy and self nourishing everyday? I wish I had the key to that answer. It’s also a difficult time for everyone right now since we are in a state of flux and worry about the upcoming election. No one can really predict the future, so it keeps us in a constant state of fear and anxiety, which keeps the cortisol chemical in our brains on high alert mode. A state of fight or flight. I’m trying not to freak out. To use my meditative skills to calm myself, and self sooth. Creative distraction often helps. So do drugs and alcohol. Yoga is a healthier distraction. It has many benefits for the mind and the body. So let’s get out our mats, lay down, stretch and breathe. Let’s pray to the Gods that we can get through this cluster fuck of nauseating fear mongers, liars and cheats. And dig our way out with the help of Om.

Namaste, Linda :0)

On closer inspection
By Linda Kaye

No matter how much you clean the dust particles remain 

the mind races unable to sort out the constant barrage of toxic influences and stupid rhetoric as if bombs are exploding behind the retina of the eye

creating images of death diseases religious fanatics beheadings weddings starving dogs and weeping children

senseless behaviors flooding the world as we speak 

a wrath of dearth with loads of rhyme and incomprehensible reason


On closer inspection 

look up to the sky and ponder 

grab a blunt get high on life's gifts and presents of love that surrounds abounds with infinite wisdom the Dalai Lama-isms

"Silence is sometimes the best answer"


Reflections of experiences passed 

on guilty pleasures 

unlocked treasures 

buried deep 

underneath 

trying to escape through the barriers of imperfections

mirrored inspections that resemble that familiar face

smells of that place

the repression that holds tight 

squeezes with all its might


Upon deeper inspection colors appear brighter when the fear peels away revealing untapped resources of gold and markings of scars that have actually healed but remain buried encrusted as a trusted friend although developmentally delayed and frightfully stayed


Oh the possibilities of new skin 

a fresher look of perception 

unclouded visions

transcendence of soul 

unconditional love and acceptance of self of humanity 

respect of thy neighbor 

thy friend, nature, the earth. 


A Hoot and a Holler and Two Cahoots Away
By Alex S. Johnson in collaboration with Alea Celeste Williams 

"Everybody should have an Alea-esque person in their life"-- A Josh Cookieman

So

there's this

kinda

Unusual

Chica

In

Monroe

Michigan.

She has dark hair

Dark eyes

peering at the world

Curiously through

big

Frames.

Her eyes look like

Smoke

Seen on a deliciously

frosty

Fall day when the leaves

crunch

on the path before you

And your nerves are all a tingle because

Magic

Mystery

and perhaps a ghoul may

Just

May cross your path but

Her breath if I could put a glass box around it put

It in

Artistic context make it into

A Bauhaus type

functional yet

beautiful

Mass produced

object

put it in artistic context and

sign it

L.H.O.O.Q.

French readers do yo stuff

(spell it out phonetically for a million in prizes!!!)

Let me tell you

People would pay a

Frightening lot of

Do

Re

Mi to

Collect it

Doom Hippies of all

stripes bell

Jarred bottom feeders and

Sizes of daughters n' sons would

Hitch thur buns to a

traveling chaos

Star like

Freddy

Mercury or

that guy whose

poetic philosophy inspired

Also Sprach

Zarathustra and

The hurling of a bone into

a smash cut military machine

Sponsored by aliens

sponsored by aliens

sponsored by aliens

sponsored by aliens

Upgrade upgrade upgrade the

glistening bolts of the

New

machine-man

Slot into

their

Places places places

Bob Fosse

On your remarkable

sets

go go go

like Antonin Artaud

the Theatre of Cruelty

Like Friedrich

Nietzsche on

The Original Mother

Music

The Birth of Tragedy and

Let me tell you

like an old and

Deere John tractor tread

Fren

It wasn't

Wagner

who saved us all with his

architectonic vision of

Total Fucking Theater

With Death from Above

Raining blood all over our

Split diopter

screen

In a fever dream of

espionage by

Brian De

Palma

Will I win the Academy Award for

best

hallucinatory

vision to

Instantiate

Live deconstruction of malware addicted guts

like an experimental

contest,

object


a night in the ruts....

No

Bitch

We

ain't

dead

yet


No,

Bitch

We

ain't 

dead

yet


Because we're from

the West

the

West

The West is 

the best, the best, the best, the best.


Alex S. Johnson is a neurodivergent activist, author, music journalist, artist, songwriter, novelist, editor, publisher and poet. His singular poetry and prose has been widely published, including such venues as Drinker's Corner, Borderless Journal, Cease, Cows, Bizarro Central, Horror Sleaze Trash and Black Noise. John Shirley, Bram Stoker award winning author, co-creator of the Cyberpunk genre, lyricist for Blue Oyster Cult and co-author of the screenplay to the 1994 cult classic horror film The Crow, wrote of Johnson's dark poetry collection The Flowers of Doom, "Alex S. Johnson is the Baudelaire of our time; the poet of the underground." His poetry collection Skull Vinyl as well as his dark satire collection The Doom Hippies were acquired as culturally significant by the Widener Library at Harvard University. His upcoming books include a series of dark poetry chapbooks in collaboration with critically acclaimed author and artist Sandy DeLuca. Together with Alea Celeste Williams, he founded Coalition for the Better Timeline. Johnson runs Nocturnicorn Books and resides in Carmichael, California with his family.

Alea Celeste Williams is a well-known UFOlogist, a poet, artist, activist, lover of nature and peace, thinker, philosopher, dyslexic and dyscalculiac healer and founding member with Alex S. Johnson of Coalition for the Better Timeline. Her work appears in several Nocturnicorn Books anthologies including We Are Gregor: A Disability Rights Anthology. She lives in Monroe, Michigan with her cat, Zaku Salem and her boyfriend Michael Akers. 

IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW
5-14-2024
5:10 a.m.
By Mary Cheung

Mom if you could now see, 

what I've become. 

I think you'd be proud,  

seeing where I am and what I've become. 


As a mom, I don't need to guess. 

I'm walking in your shoes

And everyday is a test. 

Of my strength, of my patience 

Of my unconditional love. 

Only it comes with conditions and there's no manuals, there's no rest. 

And you do what you must

Because of the love 

and they're your own flesh and blood.

And you only hope you get it right.


Some days are a really big high.

Other days a really low, low. 

On those days you remember,  

the early years. 


When you were your kids sun and they revolved around you.  

Bringing only sunshine no rain. 

In their eyes you brought them only joy, no sadness or pain. 


Then before you know it

Toddlers years become elementary school kids.  

Drops offs and pickups

Lunch boxes and field trips.

Homework and school games.

Halloween, scholarship and school yard parades.


You do it all while juggling work.

And sleeping fewer hours.  

It all feels impossible and insane.

But you realize ... you did it all.

And you did it with less help.


Hey I never heard you complain. 

Because it was never a job to you.  

Being a mom was a reward to you.  

Oh and when those hugs and "I love you's " came.....

It felt like the biggest gift.  

Nothing else would ever compare.


Mary Cheung is a multi-disciplinary artist. She has been creating art since she was young. Grew up the youngest in a family of eight. She came to America at the age of 2 and grew up in San Francisco. Attended American school during the day and Chinese school at night. 

Mary has an AA degree in Fashion Design and a Best Costume Design Award from the NAACP. She often creates costumes for her art narratives and creations. Sometimes building the sets as needed. 

Mary was the Producer for the Santa Rosa Spring Festivals 2011 and 2012 which incorporated live performances and festival games. 

She produced the EVOLUTION Music and Arts event in 2013. 

LUSCIOUS, Music Art, Live Body paint Art Event IN 2014 followed by 

OPEN FLOOR IMPROV EXPERIMENT whose purpose was to engage the community, encourage local business growth and artists involvement. Her real passion and drive come from being able to engage the community while bringing hope, healing, joy, and human connection. 

It is her goal to be able to continue to do this while making an impact on society’s values and thinking.

 “I hope that I can be a role model for others to find their own true voice in life through my art.


After prostate surgery
Looking at a bowl of wildflowers
By Bill Fishman

I don’t think this is final

I don’t even know if I remember this right

Did I read this somewhere?

I wake up sobbing.

This is a heart you don’t know

Trapped in a body that cannot endure

Seeking an ending that cannot deliver.


Bill Fishman has lived 30 years in Eagle Rock, 75 years on the planet, 75 years in L.A. I could have used some of the now-possible ways of coming out, like, 70 years ago. Everything in the poem actually happened. It’s about mortality.                                                           

Survivor of Past Moonlight
By R. G. Carrillo August 2024

Laura Nyro on my wall

Like a musical crucifix

My long haired

New York Madonna

I cling to my 

Youthful sensibilities

Dreamlight 

To mystic

Moonlight

Melodic romance

Peace on Earth

A benefit dance

For homeless

Gay teenagers

Mantra to marijuana

Tendaberry

To Santa Monica Blvd.

Los Angeles

Heartland

A wasteland

Filled with saints

And sinners

Angels minus wings

All trying to be 

Winners

Devils covered

In sheepskin

Roaming the Earth

Like packs of wolves

A piano interlude

Of epitaph

The blues

Crash down 

Upon me

Like blue rain

Writing on the wall

Of my rebellion 

Tears and blood

A heretic’s ink

Ignoring red flags

Along my way

The luster

Of this lifestyle 

Superficial

Shallow

But swallowed

Me in a game

I could not win

I sit opposite death

Drawing in 

Stubborn breath


How we ignore

The flaws 

Beneath their sheath

Of beauty

Our vision

Blurred

By passion’s 

Flame

Our instincts

On the blink

We sink to base

Primal function

With wisdom

And hindsight

Returned

Earned in youthful

Battles with love

We develop

A third eye

We acknowledge 

The physical 

Magnificence

Now tempered

In our reverence

Our minds

Coveting flesh

Our souls

Looking toward

The glory

Of God

A communion

Of beings

Not to be denied

Free will 

Personified


Foreboding 

Piano notes

Chinese wind 

Chimes

Softly tinkling

In the morning

Breeze

The steam 

Of Oolong tea

Melodic melancholy

Her Captain man

Her devil adversary

My romantic worries

A bellyache of sorrow

Heartbreak wishes

Unanswered

Depression 

And dirty dishes

Sink me in illusion

Demons in the New York

Puerto Rican night

Looking for something

Akin to love

My spirit defeated

Sad mutilated

American dove

High on marijuana

Overindulged 

Cocaine freak

Featherless

Terror stricken

Heroine 

Methamphetamine

War sicken

Drop cluster bombs

On those

Fanatical ones

Stars and stripes

Burned in Bagdad

Land of Allah

Whose god 

Is greater

No more war

60’s protesters chant

Save the country

March on D.C.

Kill the 

Great Satan 

Their followers rant

The president

On vacation

Golfing at his 

Country Club

The nation

Out of gas

How do 

We escape

How do 

We evacuate

How do 

We resuscitate

Our constitution


Survivor of many

Ravages

Sweet catholic

Altar boy

Raised up

By savages

Sacrificed 

By irresponsible

Parentage

Baptized 

In Cathedral blood

Disciple

Of Louis John

Betrayed by

Frank-in-Sense

Misunderstanding

God

My life

Resilient

My path

Less brilliant

A thorny

Journey tread

Resurrected

To a new 

Prosperity

The wood

Is aged

The fruit

Is good

Blessings

To all I meet

Looking back

On a few regrets

Never smoked

Mainstream cigarettes

Puffed the cancerous

Fires of self-hate

And fatalism

Tempted heretical

Suicide

Authored my own

Life catechism

Opted out            

On a bride

Retreated to

My room 

Musical groom

Always at my side

I have survived

Now the

Honeymoon                                                                  


Ronald G. Carrillo is a native Lincoln Hts Angelino, living in Eagle Rock and a retired LAUSD educator and influencer. He writes of his passion and rebirth into the golden age of living. He has been writing since high school and was initially influenced from the songwriters, Keith Reid, Joni Mitchell, Laura Nyro, Neil Young.

Two Love
By Don Kingfisher Campbell

from opposite sides of the dining table

single hands finger meander like cats

looking to nail nuzzle each other

 

one slips on top of one upturned

palm lying flat like a survival raft

as fingertips slide and meet wrists

 

there they go back and forth to create

soft friction sensed by skin, faster

and faster to generate welcome heat

 

then thumbs stroke sides, eight digits

latch in the middle like a train coupling

clench cut nail edged fists into palms

 

shimmy and release so whole hand can

turn perpendicular and embrace, lock

on to push up and down a squeezy kiss

Don Kingfisher Campbell, MFA Antioch University L.A., taught at USC and Occidental College Upward Bound, board member California Poets In The Schools, publisher Four Feathers Press, host of the Saturday Afternoon Poetry reading and workshop series in Pasadena, California. For awards, features, and publication credits, please go to: http://dkc1031.blogspot.com

Child Of The Cosmos, February 2021
By Bee Appleseed

To be a child of the cosmos

One with the stars

Is to be a little chaotic

As the universe itself is chaotic

For life is but chemistry and physics 

Infused with spirit

Somehow finding balance

In all the unlikeliness of this incarnation 

Here on Earth

Bee Appleseed is a prolific singer/songwriter, poet, musician, entertainer, audio archivist, and recording engineer from Canby, Oregon, living in Los Angeles, California.

and here's my website: www.beeappleseed.com

Thanks for joining us! We will continue to host writers and poets of all genres.

Please submit your written work to: lindakayepoetry@icloud.com 

and include a short bio

Linda Kaye writes poetry, curates poetry, produces films, produces spoken word and art events and produces a poetry column POETS PLACE for the online publication LAARTNEWS throughout the Los Angeles area.

Linda’s poetry events have included several summer poetry salons, and shows at the Align Gallery, 50/50 Gallery, Gold Haus Gallery, Ave 50 Gallery, and Rock Rose Gallery in Highland Park. The Manifesto Café in Hermon, Pilates and Arts studio in Echo Park, and Native Boutique, Zweet Café in Eagle Rock, The Los Angeles Makery in Little Tokyo. And at the Neutra Institute Gallery and Museum in Silverlake. Her first short documentary film “BORDER POETS” was a socially and politically inspired event with poets and musicians filmed at the border wall near Tecate, Mexico on the Jacumba, Ca. side of the US. The film co-produced by MUD productions is available for viewing on her website and on youtube. https://youtu.be/5Te4-dlhxco

Her rap music video project in collaboration with Mary Cheung, “ERACE-ISM” can also be seen on youtube. https://youtu.be/NfrbveNUBgg  This video was accepted into the Ontario Museum of History & Art show “We the People” Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow. February 2- April 16, 2023. So honored!!

And… February 19, 2022, she debuted her staged poetry production of “20 Years Left” at the historic Ebell Club in Highland Park! Two sold out shows with 2 standing ovations!! Check out the links to reviews and the video!

https://thehollywoodtimes.today/20-years-left-new-show-performance-poetry-music/

20 Years Left youtube live stream 2/19/22

https://youtu.be/GT1D5k2EeKU

Linda Kaye is a native Angeleno who grew up in the San Fernando Valley. She claims to be both a first-generation Valley Girl, and The Original Hipster. Educated at Antioch University and Cal State Long Beach in psychology and social work. Linda, now retired from medical social work, was working for her last seven years of employment as a psychotherapist and licensed clinical supervisor for an out patient mental health clinic. She was a licensed medical social worker for 30+ years working on the front line of healthcare, a private consultant for Physicians Aid Association and for skilled nursing facilities throughout California and Arizona. She was also an adjunct assistant professor at the USC Suzanne Dworak-Peck School of Social Work. Oh yeah.

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