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

Dancing With The Clown of Love

Joseph Bolden
Friday, March 12, 2010



Women Dying=Generations Lost.

Most Males born of women.

Help talented players bring their truth globally, find more strong, defiant women.


An Interactive Performance For Incarcerated Women In Dancing With The Clown of Love.

Conceieved & Performed By Rhodesssa Jones Idris Ackamoor

8pm on February 11, 2010.

In the spacious Idris & Ackamoor & Cultural

Odyssey at 767 Fulton Street, Suite 306 San Francisco, CA 94115-6680 (as on the flyer)

Who’s skin care you? Who’s voice care you? A Po' Poet's Poem

All my life, in my life, the afterlife even, you only see it.

Sometimes, most of the time, all the time, it’s all you choose to see.

Every direction I tread is your dread.

A sentence from my mouth shifts your mind to go south.

Who’s skin see you? Who’s voice care you?

My image, a blessing from above,

Cursed, hissed, and hounded by you below.

Truths spat from my very mouth

increases the bloodbaths spilled by your pen.

Envy of my image, a life you liked, a life you lack,

A soul you never stole.

Who’s skin see you? Who’s voice care you?


Marlon Crump/PNN
Sunday, December 20, 2009;

Before the World Trade blew
I already knew
but you still dumbfounded, livin’ without a clue
It ain’t ‘cause I’m arabic or ‘cause I’m a Jew
America the beautiful, we loved by few
That’s why they puttin’ flames to the red white & blue

Lyrics from Bay Area hip hop artist, Opium titled “Suicide Execution” a single from his debut album, “Terrorism 101.”

“Thus I will punish the world for it’s evil
and the wicked for their iniquity
I will also put an end to the arrogance of the proud
and abase the haughtiness of the ruthless...”


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