I got $5 on it. If you are into spoken word poetry, then I encourage you to take a moment to check out this up and coming poet from the Bay Area.
This book is now on sale for $5 a copy to all of my friends and family on social media. If you have PayPal, it’s even better because you get an instant invoice/receipt for your purchase AND if you don’t have $5 immediately, PayPal allows you to utilize your PayPal credit account. So why wait for something different, when you can get it here and now?
If you’re in the mood to support my business venture, send me a PM with your PayPal email address. I will then send you your invoice. Once payment is received you’ll get your copy. Only $5 via PayPal. I’m grateful for any and all support of my craft. OneLove
” The Prize ” by Tamara Natalie Madden. Mixed Media on Canvas. “My art is a reflection of my personality – vivid and buoyant.” – Tamara Natalie Madden Tamara Natalie Madden was born in St. Andrew, Jamaica and raised in Manchester, Jamaica.
I Feel it 100%
My dear followers,
I felt the need to write this post after a ‘conversation’ with another blogger about my blog’s focus. During this ‘chat’ I explained that I can be a bit enigmatic; moving from one voice and perspective to another –from post to post.
Fortunately for me, my dear blogging friend understood. However, I do realize that some readers will find my tendency to shape-shift confusing at best and off-putting at worst.
So, in an effort to set things right with my followers, I have decided to offer an apology of sorts 😉
To all of the readers of this blog I apologize to you if you came here looking for social or political commentary, but instead found a random story about my mama, my brother, my dad, a balloon man, scalloped potatoes, my kids, dogs, Germany, Vincent Price, knock-off treehouses, and/ or anybody and anything else that came to…
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I held my breath trying to listen if there was anyone else breathing in the room. Dang, the silence was unnerving. I could hear my pulse loud in my ear; my heart beat a rhythmic rendition of its own, manifesting a new wave of fear. I cried at the self-inflicted circumstance, the abyss of stupidity and careless miscalculation.
My father was a burly man who swore more than a cupful of a sailor’s semantics. Famous for his unexpected backhand slaps that every time I was near him I would involuntarily flinch. He reigned with terror in our home, mercilessly beat us all leaving us with nothing to salvage but self-pity and burning hatred for him. I can hardly remember a day when he was sober or said a kind word to any of us. There was no getting used to his abuse, everyday felt new and raw. The habitual abuse…
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The root of life
My Ancestor’s spirits are the foundation.
The foundation is now speaking to the trees, who are now making themselves seen and known through the existence of the younger generations of new life form (Us).
The Spirits of our Ancestors live among the trees of the forests, and old plantation lines. Their bodies and blood; fertilizer for the very ground we walk today! They died in the swamps of hell, so that America could see its day in history.
But see, my Ancestors only died in the flesh. Their spirits live forever, telling their stories, OUR history, through the mouths of OUR people. We are our Ancestors voices, their power, their reparations.
See trees are the ONE thing in life that I know for sure, cannot be controlled nor manipulated by mankind.
Yes, mankind can plant a tree, and water a tree. They cannot make it grow, nor can they determine the shape or outcome of that trees growth and development.
THAT is, the work and manifestation of the Spirit world, the Original owners of this Universal foundation.
Ever notice how some trees are very human like in appearance, some trees tell a story if you pay attention to its location, its surroundings, its existence.
(c) 2016 Jnaha