I’m a Punk Hostage and it’s Good As It Gets


“As Good As It Gets” by Kitty Noir

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Before Iris Berry was my publisher, we were just a couple of cool kittens. She had written the poem “In The Past 2 Years”, an amazing poem that made me weep. It inspired the above collaboration, “As Good As It Gets” by Kitty Noir – that’s me and Iris Berry, publisher and poet of Punk Hostage Press.

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2 Undiscovered Poems by Charles Bukowski


2 Undiscovered Poems by Charles Bukowski.


I love Hank.

Yvonne de la Vega was here.

Charles Bukowksi‘s first generally recognized publication date is in the 1960s, yet citations from the early 60s exist in Sanford Dorbin’s early bibliography, and The Roominghouse Madrigals prints poems from the late 40s.

The fact is that Bukowski has published extensively in various small literary publications for over thirty years. These publications exist in small numbers and are difficult if not impossible to find. Fortunately, John Martin of Black Sparrow Press has managed to cull together these poems and stories over several collections, until catching up with his contemporary writings in the 80s.  (read more)

The following poems are from my own the private collection, copied from  Pearl-Number 14 Fall/Winter 1991 and have yet to be found elsewhere.

The above text is the article text from The Los Angeles Poetry Examiner. That’s me. The rules of the road at the publication are to speak in 3rd person, which…

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loving punk hostage press, iris berry & a. razor


    Alright already. Here’s the truth. I never told anyone what happened to my book deal last year. I told one of my bff’s, Iris Berry the story, and maybe Rick Lupert, since he’s the one that told me I was no longer with … I refuse to say the name. Rick called me to say, “Yvonne, even though you are no longer with ______ Press, we would still love to have you come read at the Cobalt.” I sat there for a second. Then I said “What the fuck what?” or something like that. I called my then publisher and asked first, “How can can you tell someone else before telling me that we no longer have a relationship you chicken shit bastard with a crook streak fuck.” or something like that.

Long story short and because I refuse to rehash the bloody details, the creep started me off thinking 20/80 was a normal book deal. That is, 80% of the profits goes to the publisher and I get the measly 20% AFTER his collecting his initial costs and his thing was print on demand in the first place. He also wanted my E-book. And that is without asking me how I even felt about e-books, that they make me sad and we as writers should all boycott and occupy the e-book otherwise known as the demise of the bound book, like, no more hard copy you dig? Not only that, he had no distribution plans for my book but instead, was depending on me to distribute them myself.

And here’s how I truly feel… How could I give ________ 80% for these two factors: first, Ray Manzarek‘s intro for my book gives me so much love and the fact is, that his legend will sell any book. Secondly, I had never sought a publishing deal and so, the poetry in “Tomorrow Yvonne – Poetry & Prose For Suicidal Egotists” reads like my autobiography. It contains every worthy poem I have ever written in my life. This collection spans from the late 1980’s to today. ________ and I worked on the layout and editing for a whole damn year of my life. When the deal fell through, I went back to whatever it was I was doing. I think I submitted the manuscript elsewhere just one more time but after that, I couldn’t give a crap about going through that stress again.

For another year, the completed manuscript sat in my hard drive like a canned fruit cake someone gave me for Christmas 2009. I always thought I’d find the right time to open that thing up and the right time never really happens for canned fruit cake ’til you commit to eating the whole thing with guests that would eat anything because they’re crashing from a binge. Or something like that. Same with the damn book. Okay, it’s way better than canned fruit cake. To me, it’s tiramisu from Frankie’s and you don’t have to be crashing to get it… you’ll see.

After finally raising me to a 40/60 meaning 60% his take and 40% my take – which is the norm,  I then asked him to sign an agreement on that since it is also the norm for a book publishing deal, and when faced with the paper, he then drops the deal altogether. I was like, “Why that @%^&^%*&&***^%!!!!! or something like that.

     But, like it’s been said a million times, everything happens for a reason. And today, all I have to say is, “THANK YOU JESUS!”  And I give thanks because 1 year later, Iris Berry and A. Razor set up their new publishing company:

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Iris Berry, co publisher Punk Hostage Press

Let me tell you, I wouldn’t want my book in the hands of anyone else. I love Iris Berry. I love her as a person first, because even though her poetry is stellar and has often moved me to tears, her heart has moved me even further, to places of hope and encouragement in this world of paper dolls, manikin and other cold-blooded hominids.

A. Razor, co-publisher, Punk Hostage Press

A. Razor is, simply put, one of the hardest hitting poets I have ever heard. He is honest and his lyricism is punk rawk. And –  he still agrees to publish me even though he’s sure he’s seen me pull a gun on some dude way back in the day.  I might have, he could be right, I did own a 9 mil registered to my husband…  if I did, I’m sure I had good reason and honestly, I’ve never shot anyone. I can’t even kill the ants in my kitchen. I always have a talk with them and they always answer with, “Then do your damn dishes!”

Also, if I did pull a gun on anyone, it’s in the book I promise. (heh)

Anyways, Iris and Razor. The two of them together forming a publishing company that is non-profit just make me wanna …have sex with poetry blaring in the background. Or something like that.

So – thank you Iris and Razor. “Tomorrow, Yvonne – Poetry & Prose For Suicidal Egotists” on Punk Hostage Press… due out this Christmas or before then. YAAAAY!

Tomorrow Yvonne book cover art

Much love,

Yvonne de la Vega with a new deal.

2 Undiscovered Poems by Charles Bukowski


Charles Bukowksi‘s first generally recognized publication date is in the 1960s, yet citations from the early 60s exist in Sanford Dorbin’s early bibliography, and The Roominghouse Madrigals prints poems from the late 40s.

The fact is that Bukowski has published extensively in various small literary publications for over thirty years. These publications exist in small numbers and are difficult if not impossible to find. Fortunately, John Martin of Black Sparrow Press has managed to cull together these poems and stories over several collections, until catching up with his contemporary writings in the 80s.  (read more)

The following poems are from my own the private collection, copied from  Pearl-Number 14 Fall/Winter 1991 and have yet to be found elsewhere.

The above text is the article text from The Los Angeles Poetry Examiner. That’s me. The rules of the road at the publication are to speak in 3rd person, which eliminates the  entire story. But here it is…

This Pearl Magazine was my very first invitation to be published. Back then, in 1991, I had just happened into the Los Angeles poetry scene, and didn’t really know who anyone was. I remember going to the Pearl Mag book release in San Pedro and I also remember that this very famous poet was going to be there.

Through the years, I had forgotten all about that night. But what had happened was very typically me. I was very excited to read that night. When I got to the reading, the place was standing room only. Everyone was there to see Bukowski.

I didn’t know who he was, I was a housewife and girl scout mother. I knew nothing about the poetry world and circumstance had it, my torrid childhood did not include the proper education that was due me. My mother died and I left school. I barely knew who Hemmingway was.

Well, by the time it was my turn at the podium, Bukowski had already read and the entire room had followed him outside. I pretty much read to an empty room. But here’s the good thing, a memory that came back to me just recently, because I had suddenly discovered that Hank was in the same book of my first publication. I remember someone saying to me that “the poet” wanted to meet me.

I remember being escorted to his table and him asking or telling or motioning for me to sit down, and I did. He seemed shy, but was smiling. He pushed a piece of paper toward me and said, “Do you want this?” It was the paper his poetry was printed on, the poetry he had read that evening. Not knowing the value of these things then, I shrugged and said, “Sure.”  And I took them.

I got into my friend Danny Peck’s car. Danny was very excited saying, “Awe Baby, that’s huge that’s big time!” and that’s all I recall of the night. The years went by… and at Beyond Baroque Joan Jobe Smith read from Pearl 43. I went home that night and took Pearl 14 of my shelf. And when I opened the book, there it was! The poetry Charles Bukowski had given to me 20 years ago! Not only that, but also his notes on the back. He was doodling and he had written,

“The Lost Symbol”.  How perfectly significant is that?   -Yvonne de la Vega

An Answer

within the past six years
there have been four
different rumors that i
have died.
I don’t know who begins
these rumors
or why.
and certainly humans
do worse things than
this.
yet I always feel strange
when i must tell people,
usually over the
telephone, that I am
not yet dead.
somebody out there
or perhaps several
people
evidently get some
satisfaction
in announcing that I am
no longer
around.

some day,
some night
the announcement will be
true.
to put it mildly,
I am no longer
young.
but these death-
wishers
are an unsavory
group,
these hyenas,
these vultures,
these failed writers,
will also some day be dead,

their petty bitterness,
their lying gutless
beings gone into
the dark.
but for the moment,
I am here
and these last lines
are for them:
your cowardice will not be missed.
even the roaches
lived with more
honor
and you were always
dead
before
me
without
rumor.

Charles Bukowski 1991
San Pedro, California

On The Bum

moving from city to city
I always had two pairs of
shoes

my work shoes were
thick and black
and stiff.
sometimes when I
first put them on
they were very painful,
the toes were
hardened and bent
back
but I’d get them on
on a hangover
morning.
thinking, well
here we go
again
working for
miserable wages
and expected to
be grateful
for that,
having been chosen
from a score of
applicants.

it was probably my
ugly and
honest face.

but putting on
those shoes
again
was always
the beginning.

i had always
imagined myself
escaping that.
making it at the
gaming table
or in the
ring
or in the bed
of some rich lady.

maybe I got
like that from
living too long in
Los Angeles,
a place far too
close to
Hollywood.

but going down
those roominghouse
steps
with each beginning,

the stiff shoes
murdering my
feet,
stepping out into
the early sun,
the sidewalk was
there,
and I was just one
more
common laborer,
one more
common human,
the whole universe
sliding through
my head
and out my ears.
the timecard waited
to check me in
and out.
and afterwards
something to
drink and the
ladies from
hell.

work shoes
work shoes
work shoes
and me
them with
all the lights
turned
out.
Charles Bukowski 1991
San Pedro, California


 

“The L.A. Spoken Photograph” by Christian Elder

“The LA Spoken photograph was inspired by a terrific documentary called “A Great Day in Harlem”. And that documentary was about a day when several great jazz musicians gathered to pose for one photograph on a stoop in Harlem, New York. And these were guys like Count Basie, Thelonious Monk, Charlie Mingus, all the greats basically. So I’m looking at this movie in my tiny apartment in Hollywood and I can’t help thinking that this same idea could theoretically apply to the LA poetry community. So I started putting the wheels in motion, assembled a team, and produced the event. And as far as gathering the participants, I made so many contacts running the Lollapalooza slams that all I needed to do was open my phone book and get on the horn. But the idea truly took on a life of its own, people gravitated to it; I was merely a conduit. What I’m really proud of is that I helped bring together a wildly diverse group of spoken word artists ranging from Ellyn Maybe, to Dr. Mongo, Larry Hankin, The Carma Bums, the late Merilene Murphy, and the legendary Watts Prophets.” –  Christian Elder(read more)

 

100 Thousand Poets For Change


Los Angeles Poets For Change is at:

Please visit 100 Thousand Poets For Change Homepage

The Los Angeles Poets For Change can be found here.

Los Angeles Poets For Change L.A. Poets UNITE


Poetry is the catalyst.  It inspires creative solution.  Poetry can only speak truth. It is based in love and compassion for every living thing that has inherited the Breath of Life. ~Yvonne de la Vega

Friday, June 24, 2011 8:28PM    – THE THREE PILLARS OF SUSTAINABILITY

Today Michael Rothenberg and I marveled at the rapid growth of this project. Having just jumped on a week ago, I am not yet overwhelmed but realistically, having organized large events in the past,  I teased him on the telephone with little whispers of, “Ya think you’re swamped now? …It’s gonna get worse.” I asked him when he had started. I think he said 4 months ago.

I remember a couple of months ago on facebook, running into the crazy stop you in your tracks event title. 100 Thousand Poets For Change it said. Right there I signed on. I facebook chatted with Michael Rothenberg for a while, told him I was in Los Angeles and yada  yada… I couldn’t get to really working on the event just yet due to a family tragedy and a very strong fetal curl.

But here we are today, I’m beat too I tell ya… and everyday an average of around 10 cities join up. A lot of the poets are not on it quite yet. They read around their cities probably once a week if there’s a weekly reading in a coffee shop they frequent, so September feels like a quite some time from now. But for us organizers, this is a bit late in the game. Being in Los Angeles you need way more than 3 months. There is an obligation to the major city. If you stand up and call shotgun, well you better have your over-under 12-gauge ready for rock n’ roll. There are so many great poets that should read. We need a venue, we’d love sponsorship now.

It’s the third day of Summer and it’s getting very sexy ’round here in Los Angeles. I haven’t heard diddly squat from any of the other organizers. But they’re all baddasses. They’ll pull it together. And it’s all on me. I’m the control freak that grabbed the reigns and told everybody, “Hey c’mon we’re going to save the world, get in.”

So it’s on me to find the sponsors, write the nicely worded can y’all throw us a bone letters.

Ben Rattray of Change.Org told me nicely,  “Thanks for the note, Yvonne. 100 Thousand Poets for Change looks awesome. We’ve unfortunately already made all the sponsorships we’re able to make this year, but we will be enthusiastically cheering you from the sidelines.”I pictured him with pom-poms when I read that. He’s on the sidelines and a bunch of us are sweaty, and.. Boy oh boy is he a hottie. And an activist for Change. (melting with heart visibly pumping through my t-shirt).

yada yada yeah, right. The truth is, the large dot org has already been where Michael Rothenberg, me and a host of others  are standing right now at this very moment in time.. We’re stretching on our way to the starting line. Everyone has to begin from behind that line and wait for the gun to go off. The only difference is, and it’s a big difference, is that all of us on this particular track, well we don’t really have our team uniforms yet and we may never get them. We are the Bad News Bears, in Levis and flip flops. some of us are barefoot.

But it matters not, we’re gonna do this. We are going to save the world. We are the last poets. And this our time. And here’s a beautiful thing, I learned something new and valuable today. Just when you think you know it all, and way too much for comfort, right when you come to terms with intolerance from all the accumulated wisdom and been there done that, there comes a drop of holy water from out of nowhere. It comes from heaven and plops on your forehead splattering kindly to accompany tears that often arrive with revelation.

It dawned on me that with 100 Thousand Poets for Change, there had to be a way to bring all those various cries together as one, and it dawned on me that it had not yet been defined for me. I told Michael on the phone, Michael, there is a problem I believe. With so many different cries for so many different pains in the body of humanity, how are we going to successfully carry out Change in one day?

Michael said, “I always answer the same thing when someone asks me.” He continues with, “I always answer that all in all we are seeking Peace and Sustainability”.

I thought about it for 2 seconds and immediately began the edit process. “Sustainability is not an attractive word. Nor is it poetic.We do need a motto though. A phrase we can attach to this… ”   yada yada. Michael and I are a lot alike and we argued very politely by just talking normally but over each other. The word is not… and… he says But it is the exact word and it defines our desires, all of ours every one of us… I said, let me get on the thesaurus and find something that sounds like The Black Eyed Peas said it first. Michael is still talking over me with   sustainability this and, sustainability that  – and I say, on google with my phone on speaker clicking my tongue when I come to…  the Three Pillars of Sustainability.

I stopped talking over Michael who was still trying to convince me that it is the... I was already gone. The Three Pillars of Sustainability had found me, stopped me in my tracks, and revealed to me the totality of the process and success of The Good Fight is... sustainability. The word itself had the properties of Eastern thought. A strange hard sound that had no appeal whatsoever until it is understood in its full capacity. And its full capacity was not full at all, but instead, balanced.

And I realized today, that as super heroes of this Earth, there will be no high-speed flight with clenched fists before us, but instead our voices will simply speak in harmony with this planet and our word will teach others to seek balance and as Michael brought me to the understanding of the last poets, it is the balance and the Sustainability, which is simply the technical term for Peace, that will bring us all the happiness we seek. And the Earth does have hope in knowing the formula for man on Earth today. this is the formula that will finally work, as the last poets this is what we’ll all speak of, regardless of which issue or topic.

At the end of my divine revelation, I wiped away the water drops, powered down the Mac, closing that portal to the world-wide web from where we have all become one army for Change,  and I took a catnap.

Our goal in reaching Peace and Sustainability will be reached by

1. Doing justice.

2. Showing mercy to the poor and needy and

3.   Exemplifying good and righteous character.

This is the message we will bring to the world.

With our Voices we will save the world!

With our poetry that supports Justice, and Mercy,

Exemplifying Righteousness in all actions

toward

All things Economic, all things Environmental,  and all things Social.

Remember these, the Three Pillars of Sustainability.

The pillars we shall begin to erect on 100K PFC Day are all things Economic, every value Environmentally and Socially.  Each pillar must be supported by justice and without fail show mercy to those in need,  all of our actions must be exemplified in righteousness. This is basis of every message we’ll share.

Never before have the poets gathered in this way, committed and decided, to speak on a day set aside for them,  to finally be heard by the rest of the world that awaits in hopes for answers, for inspiration, and creative solution toward all global crisis.

And we the poets are anxious as well. On this day, we will finally be heard, the world is going to stop and listen. And we will make that Change.

-Yvonne de la Vega

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And for those of you who have never heard poetry for Change here is one example from a Los Angeles poet.

EXAM FOR THE UNINSURED BY BRENDAN CONSTANTINE

June23, 2011                            L.A. POETS UNITE!

To define the outstanding persona and quest of the L.A Poet, would entail the run through of the history of the city itself. There is much history in every humanistic aspect of plight in regard to oppression and racism, and the progress of change. If you study the rise of the Los Angeles Boosters, and the violence it took to create this mecca in a dry desert wasteland, there’s no wonder that film noir originated here. Go even further back, during the war between the United States and Mexico in 1846, Los Angeles was occupied by an American garrison, but the citizens drove the fifty-man brigade out of town.

Because of the city’s history, Johnston McCully recreated Los Angeles in the early days for his setting, as it was a perfect place from where his hero Zorro arose in defense of whom? … THE PEOPLE!

All in all, because we as poets fight the Good Fight, the Los Angeles Poet is one that uniquely bonds to his fellow poet and there  is love, honor and camaraderie between us. We know one another personally, and have known each other for decades. We help each other with the organization of events and support each other without having to be on the bill. We support one another for the love and sake of the Spoken Word. This is just one of the beautiful things about being a Los Angeles Poet.

Charles Bukowski stands out in our minds among the best poets of modern poetry. He wasn’t really one of the Beats, although his readers like to romantically place him among them. But Hank was different. He spoke with a rolling realism and a subtle humor beneath every bottom line and the difference between Bukowski and the Beats is, Charles Bukowski was an L.A. Poet. full on, full-out, through and through. And it is his realism and sincerity,  however cynical, that has attracted many to his poetry and short stories.  Of course… he was one of us. LA POETS UNITE!

On September 24, 2011 a global grassroots event titled, 100 Thousand Poets For Change will take place in more than 245 cities and 55 countries worldwide. It will be a definitive day for all of humankind and history in the making.

Many topics of change and the need for change shall be presented from the voices of the people, represented by the Voice of Humankind: The Poets.

In Los Angeles, each Organizer will host a one and a half hour poetry reading. – We will host our readings back to back from noon to midnight. – There will be four booked bands featured before each quarter of our Event. The L.A. Poet Organizers of The Los Angeles Poets For Change are:

Michael RothenbergFounder of 100 Thousand Poets For Change. A poet, songwriter, editor and publisher of Big Bridge. With Michael’s vision, poets of the world are coming together for the first time in history! In Los Angeles, some of the finest poets of the city will speak to our brothers and sisters, our children, our neighbors and especially to our Nation’s Leaders.

Yvonne de la Vega – Event Coordinator of The Los Angeles Poets For Change. Yvonne is known as a poet/recording artist with many spoken word and music tracks and anthologies, collaborated with several “greats’ in the music world. She is the Los Angeles Poetry examiner for Examiner.com, and created WORDBEAT Radio a podcast that highlighted poets calling in to share their works while de la Vega and co-host John Barrymore deejayed jazz in an improvisation and LIVE delivery.  www.yvonnedelavega.com

Poetri Smith – “To regard Tony Award winner POETRI as just a poet would be underestimating his abilities. As a writer/producer, he has worked on “Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry Jam” on HBO and Broadway, for which he was a featured player as a prominent Def Poet” …read more about Poetri at: www.Poetri.com

Milo Martin – Creator of The Overhead Projector Series of the legendary ONYX Readings.  2 Time Slam Champion Winner with The Hollywood Slam Team, Poetry Editor at TheNervousBreakdown.com, and DJ Host of WordBeat Radio, Milo is a street poet with a Master’s Degree in Poetry from UCLA. His book “Poems for The Utopian Nihilist” is one filled with finely channelled poems in a unique and honest voice that always finds the good in every observance, transposed by the well-travelled poet and nuance archiver that Milo Martin is.

Mike The Poet Sonsken- Co-founder Getunderground.com. & Jointz Magazine. Famous for his L.A. City Tours. As a third generation L.A. native, his tours of Hollywood with Red Line Tours & the Museum of Neon Art incorporate poetry & L.A. history. Also host of the perfect poetry readings at Stella Adler Conservatory in Hollywood. His book of poetry. “I Am Alive In Los Angeles” is used in many of the curriculums of High Schools and Universities around Southern California.

Jessica M. Wilson – Los Angeles Poet and Writer,  founder of the Los Angeles Poet Society, the downtown Art Walk’s Writers’ Row, and also the SoapBox Poets, which is a group consisting of writers, musicians, and artists that enjoy delivering their work in the raw to the masses.

Douglas Steindorff –  Ex-Marine and poet who will host a group of ex-military writers. They will speak on topics ranging from the flawed and unfair judicial system to police brutality. His line- up to date includes Poet ‎Steve Abee ,Dennis Cruz, and ‎Paul Gallagher banned UK writer, comic, filmmaker, activist.

Christian Elder – Organizer of the Lollapalooza Poetry Slams. Producer and co-host of the classical LA poetry series, SpokenHeard with LA Poet Mauro Monteiro and The LA Speak Easy with Nelson Gary Author “Twin Volumes” (Ethelrod Press). Christian has long been dedicating himself to the Los Angeles poetry scene’s most distinctive voices.

LOS ANGELES POETRY ORGANIZERS CONTACT: losangelespoetsforchange@gmail.com

“The L.A. Spoken Photograph” by Christian Elder

“The LA Spoken photograph was inspired by a terrific documentary called “A Great Day in Harlem”. And that documentary was about a day when several great jazz musicians gathered to pose for one photograph on a stoop in Harlem, New York. And these were guys like Count Basie, Thelonious Monk, Charlie Mingus, all the greats basically. So I’m looking at this movie in my tiny apartment in Hollywood and I can’t help thinking that this same idea could theoretically apply to the LA poetry community. So I started putting the wheels in motion, assembled a team, and produced the event. And as far as gathering the participants, I made so many contacts running the Lollapalooza slams that all I needed to do was open my phone book and get on the horn. But the idea truly took on a life of its own, people gravitated to it; I was merely a conduit. What I’m really proud of is that I helped bring together a wildly diverse group of spoken word artists ranging from Ellyn Maybe, to Dr. Mongo, Larry Hankin, The Carma Bums, the late Merilene Murphy, and the legendary Watts Prophets.” –  Christian Elder(read more)

Where is Change needed? Healthcare, Racial Crimes,The Judicial System, Care for the Elderly, the overall cost of living and even the cost of dying, The planet, the slaughter of the Dolphins and the Whales by ignorance and greed, resulting in a dangerous imbalance of our entire eco-existence. The conditions inside our jails, The lack of music education in public schools. the issues are plenty.

THE CITY’S FINE ARTISTS – LOS ANGELES STREET ARTISTS

There will be art on display, by artists who use their expression just as we the poets do, with “voice, awareness, enlightenment and conviction”.  Just as poetry begins from the heart of every city, village or township so does the street art that in Los Angeles has risen to equal the art of the “high brow”. Today artists that began on the streets of Los Angeles such as Shepard Fairey and Mear, OG Able and others, are now being appreciated for their skills and techniques. The world of fine art has taken notice and now admire their works because of the arresting beauty of social conscience on canvas. These visual artists with the poets of Los Angeles have been speaking aloud from the Underground Awareness that is, and always has been a major catalyst for Change.

David & Goliath David & Goliath

Delusions of grandeurDelusions of grandeur

SUPPORT WELCOME —————————— We are currently seeking organization sponsorship as well as venue donation for the Los Angeles segment of the 100 Thousand Poets for Change, a global event of a nature that has never been possible, until now. Obviously, this is a newsworthy event, and will be televised as well as broadcast online. If you have ideas or resources you would like to share, any support will be considered so please:

SEND ALL INQUIRIES REGARDING THIS EVENT TO: losangelespoetsforchange@gmail.com

La Isla Solamente


NEW! Watch the LA ISLA SOLAMENTE video on youtube!

 

 

 

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It is a quiet clapping

no waves


the beach is perfect

the way she combed it


her writing stick

aimed

ready

to commando

words


across the sand

every ripple on the water

she has named


every shell silver dollar

every palm frond fallen


she can even time the breezes

if she wants to.


there are only 11 seagulls

she has their potato chips

there is plenty enough

for every beak

there are no

humiliating

squabbles

to have to

listen to.


clouds with colors

a sistine ceiling


all is

as always

in


perfect

lovely

order


design by


the rhythmic quiet

lapping along her

private beach

where she controls

all audio


but suddenly now

there


some full sail clipper

attempting anchor just

yonder

there…


she clicks her tongue

with stink eye and the yen

where are the words in the sand

today?


she stands with her stick

and in vain tries to recall

the poignant message

she had dreamt and

rose to scrawl

for this day

it was brilliant!

it was good now

what was it?


her winged familiar

flies above humming

at it’s side

a giant dragonfly

a discerning eye


and love looks like illusion

and if only the distant rumbling

were tsunami to save her


if only the reef would rise like great barrier

sharks circling ’round methane bubbles


fire corral mines

portuguese man o’ war

she wants everything but remembers

this is now this is after

and she wants

not that hunger

not that intrusion

nor that dragonfly

with it’s bright

peacock wings

peacock wisdom

and not much more

which is nothing

which is everything

a fly nonetheless

beautiful or no.


disgruntled

holding a rusted key ready to toss

it into the newly agitated surf

the lock now missing

just gone


just gone


in love sadness

takes inventory of everything that

might be moved or must be buried

pre reminincing of when her

island was pristine and

void of any brightly

winged illusion


when writing

in the sand

once came

so easily


~ yvonne de la vega

As Good As It Gets & Punk Hostages


Iris Berry of Punk Hostage Press. Before she was my publisher, we were just a couple of cool kitty kats. She had written “In The Past 2 Years”,  a poem that when I read it, I wept. It inspired the following collaboration.

As Good As it Gets a collabopoem by me and my new publisher, Iris Berry of 

click to listen at Bandcamp