A Delicious Dinner: a coupla' low income cats... Talk Back!

Lester the Cat And Dee
Monday, September 18, 2000

Well, well, well, imagine me, Lester the cat, writing about pigeons- whatever I know about pigeons could go in a cook book, along with all of the other tasty things that I’ve eaten.

Hands tells me secretly, Why don’t we invite those pigeons over for dinner sometime soon?

Good idea, I tell him.

The reason I’m writing about pigeons is that this guy named Joe sent me something that he wrote about pigeons taking over the world (not with us cats around, someone should tell him). This Joe wrote to me and Hands:

Una Opera Muerta/Dead Opera: PNN reviews Imperial Silence: Una Opera Muerta/ A Mariachi Opera in Four Acts

iny aka Lisa Gray-Garcia/PNN- ReViewSFoRtheReVoLutioN
Saturday, November 15, 2008

The colores shimmered from their jackets... the glow of pinks y amarillos, golds and greens filled my mind as my ears and eyes wrapped around the son and the ritmo of the deep , rich sounds of mariachi that filled the stage of the Brava theatre at the opening of Imperial Silence: Una Opera Muerta/ A Mariachi Opera in Four Acts.


Friday, May 25, 2001

Incarcerated for crimes of
That's being homeless,
on welfare
and poor in this
capitalist SociEty

Currently at-risk of
fallin back
in the Cracks

Did I say At-Risk?
I meant at-risk of
tellin the truth to the
wrong people
at the RiGht TimE
and the WroNg PeoplE at
at The RiGhT TiMe

Currently on this eArTh
To SaVe tHe WorLd
ThroUgh the WoRD
and in the ProCess...
Maybe, Me and MineS

Carlos y Elegua – a road that noone knows how to begin or to end: A Poverty Hero Series Story

Lisa Gray-Garcia and Rodrigo Jimenez
Monday, January 1, 2001

Ibaro Ago Juba (Song for Elegua)

Eshu Eshu – his body felt wet – wet and yet covered –wet and cold in a new way – in a dead way – was he awake? …. The orisha Elegua was waking him up.. Eshu Eshu Layiki. he heard the first words, the praise name for Elegua- a road that no one knows how to begin or to end….

Unseen People: a PNN ReViewsForTheReVoluTion of Dirty Pretty Things

Tuesday, September 2, 2003

"We are the people you don’t see.. the ones who clean your rooms, drive your cabs and suck your (cocks)" the actors steady gaze crawls up each syllable and in that one moment 10 years of low paid/no paid jobs and demeaning hustles were wiped from my working poor brow.

Sheltered in the Wings of Heaven: Ms. A. Faye Hicks, Po Poet Laureate

Tiny/Po’ Poet and Co-editor of POOR Magazine
Tuesday, February 11, 2003

Precious- A Soliloquy for Survivors: A Womynist Movie for all tortured women

Tiny aka Lisa Gray-Garcia, Daughter of Dee
Saturday, November 21, 2009

The pain of a thousand mamaz and daughters - the pain of isolation, capitalism, racism, sexism, violence and poverty - the pain of women, the pain of children- too much pain for a film screen, a book, or a dream...-

Marie Harrison

Tuesday, May 28, 2002

Words like Verbs
Institutions are per-turbed
liars are dis-turbed

her mouth and heart a flutter
until time and corporate lies

MArie re-sists
until she Gets

Community organizer, columnist, teacher, Mother,
daughter, grandmother, poverty survivor, creative vision of the goddess

It's KripMas Karols Re-Mixed!

Its KRipMas - by Leroy Moore

Leroy Moore, Darla Lennox, Maria Palacios, Zilwood, Tiny
Monday, December 21, 2009

It’s Kripmas
(My Krip-Hop Kripmas Karol)

It’s that time of season
Where we give for no reason
Liberal hearts are bleeding

It happens once a year
Strangers in shelters
Cooking our last super

Share in the Kripmas Guilt
A toast with eggnog & milk
Make it last cause its cold outside

Where many live throughout the year
Kids can’t hide from Jake Frost
And folks walk by holding their nose

Pretending not see or hear


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