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Archive for May, 2014

RIP our beloved Maya Angelou

Wednesday, May 28th, 2014

On the Pulse of Morning

Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.

The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.

I will give you no more hiding place down here.

You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.

Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.

Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.

Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,

Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.

The River sings and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.

Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.

Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.

Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.

You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers–desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot …
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours–your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.

Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.

No less to Midas than the mendicant.

No less to you now than the mastodon then.

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

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Maya Angelou lived a sacred life.  And even if you weren’t paying attention (I like to think I was paying attention, close attention) her lyrical prayers rained down upon you without you even knowing.

And that is what the everyday miracles of everyday life are all about.

xo, Angela

about this poem

Amen, Sister.

Saturday, May 17th, 2014

People are often unreasonable and self-centered.
FORGIVE THEM ANYWAY.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives.
BE KIND ANYWAY.

If you are honest, people may cheat you.
BE HONEST ANYWAY.

If you find happiness, people may be jealous.
BE HAPPY ANYWAY.

The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow.
DO GOOD ANYWAY.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough.
GIVE YOUR BEST ANYWAY.

For you see, in the end, it is between you and God.
IT WAS NEVER BETWEEN YOU AND THEM ANYWAY.

-Mother Theresa-
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A certain one of you sent this to me ….

When I saw this the other day, I immediately thought of you and the post-coital discussion of our last assignation.    I remember thinking at the time that I was the luckiest guy in the world to have found you.  Because, Angela, you approach this “adventure of life” (your words) in a way that is beyond the measure of the average person’s ability to even grasp.

This “spiritual” you in juxtaposition to the “kinky” you (into which I’d just experienced full-frontal, balls-to-the-walls  immersion) is, simply put, mind-blowing.  I’m still feeling the aftershock of you.

After we’d hung up, I remember thinking, My God!  She’s a Mother Theresa in latex and spiked heels.

So that is why I had to send you this, and I hope you don’t deem it presumptuous, as it is only meant as a token of  appreciation.

Until we talk again, Mr. J.

So, yes, you can be one kinky bitch and still be ethical and spiritual. I do it every fucking day.  Well, mostly every fucking day.  I just think it’s a cop-out for me to blame the world on my personal behavior.  Two wrongs don’t make a right and all that jazz.

Thank you, Mr. J.  … so glad you GET IT!

xo, Angela

So you wanna see my pussy?

Thursday, May 15th, 2014

pussy tease

from socks to fedora …

Wednesday, May 7th, 2014

This just in from Jerotic:

Jeremy_200I am amazed and ecstatic! The Pleasure Dial: An Erotocomedic Novel of Old-Time Radio has been awarded a bronze medal in the 2014 Independent Publisher Book Awards! The gold and silver for erotica went to the illustrious Alison Tyler and D. L. King–and needless to say I’m honored to be in their company.

Meanwhile, catching up, since it’s been a while… recent(ish) short-story publications include “Unsnubbed,” in Xoxo: Sweet and Sexy Romance (ed. Kristina Wright); and “Whom,” in Book Lovers: Sexy Stories from Under the Covers (ed. Shawna Kenney).

Short-story publications coming later this year include “Tickle Day,” in Hungry for More (ed. Rachel Kramer Bussel); and “The Nude, Stripped Naked,” in The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 13 (ed. Maxim Jakubowski). And a few more anthology appearances are in the pipeline for 2015.

There are also some older anthologies now being reissued with new titles and new covers. I definitely encourage you to check them out if the themes appeal to you—just make sure, before buying, that you don’t already own the original versions (unless you’re a real collector!). Lust in Latex (which includes my story “Tire Stud”) was formerly Rubber Sex; Flying High (which includes my story “Get On, Get Off”) was formerly The Mile High Club; and the forthcoming Nine-to-Five Fantasies is, I think, a reissue of Open for Business (which includes my story “One Cubicle Over,” aka “Mindy’s Pheromones”).

from socks to fedora,
Jeremy

www.jeremyedwardserotica.com

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You really should buy his stuff. He writes erotica very well.  I mean, it is AWARD WINNING!

Plus, he’s a genuinely sweet guy.  Which goes a long way with me.

xo, Angela