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Sacred Grounds Newsletter For
04/02/2025 San Francisco time for sign-in @ 6:45pm Our Facebook Zoomroom Features Cafe Days Videos The Global Open
Mic One Insight Press Contact Dan If you are looking for San Francisco live and Hybrid Open Mics – See the: One Page
Guide to San Francisco Poetry Venues ` Part One: This weekÕs Feature * Zoom Info * The Team * Upcoming Features Part Two:
Last week: the readers and
the feature in notes and near quotes Our First
Show starts at about 7pm, the Second
at about 8:20 or a bit later. We hold to a 4-minute limit – participants observe their time. Part One We will have Louise Moises, a fine poet whose journeys on our planet and in
her inspirations are simply marvelous to behold. Louise was born and raised in the Bay Area, where she still
resides. A graduate of San Jose State, she has been a puppeteer, teacher,
retail clerk, an owner of an antiquarian bookstore, along with being a wife,
mother of two sons, and a grandmother. Although the bookstore has closed, she
still sells books online. Louise has dabbled in writing most of her life, but
didn't become serious about poetry until 8 years ago, when she was widowed
for the second time. She looked for solace and expression of grief through
her poetry. Her work quickly expanded to include many other subjects. Louise
has received awards from the Alameda, San Mateo and Marin County fairs, the
Ina Coolbrith Circle, Soul Making Keats, and the Chaparral Poets among
others. She is the recent recipient of the Grand Prize from Artist Embassy
International, Dancing Poetry Festival for her poem "Peace Is..."
Her work has been published in printed anthologies and online venues
including High Self-Press, Wingless Dreamer, California Poetry Society, A
Gathering, the Write Launch, Tiny Seed and others. Her most recent published chapbook is "Peace Is a Pelican"
available from the publisher Finishing Line Press or from herSacred'sWeeklyNews.doc
directly mailto:bookstallsf@outlook.com She enjoys traveling the country in her 23
ft Class C RV with her cat, Grady. Here is a link from her last feature at
Sacred: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fG0fn_9NNFg Be advised we have a Second Wednesday hybrid event at Faithful Fools at 234 Hyde between Turk and Eddy and I host the
zoom-room from my home. This cooperative starts more quickly and we keep to
time constraints to accommodate the needs of the live venue, which closes at
9pm – even as the zoom room continues on. One rings the front door bell to get in. The
reading is on the second floor. If you are using MUNI, the 38 Geary, 27
Bryant, and the 31 Balboa have stops near to the address while the Civic
Center is the closest BART Station. This is a link to the MUNI system –
it may prove handy. https://www.sfmta.com/media/37783/download?inline –
WeÕll be concluding this effort in May. Zoom
Information: The
meeting number: 221-224-5102 – and the password: 135246 If zoom
is ever compromised an update will be posted - either in the
newsletter: https://www.drdan.solutions/Sacred'sWeeklyNews.htm - or on the FB page: https://www.facebook.com/groups/203539673028715/ The
Team:
Upcoming
Features: April 2025 9 Karen Pierce Gonzalez, presenting her poetry for our discerning
considerations – this will be a Second
Wednesday hybrid event 16 Denise Collette, a well regarded poet. Her work is inspired
and wondrous 23 Jeffrey Kingman, a formidable voice, http://www.jeffkingman.com 30 Frej Barty, will be a new voice to Sacred; this will
be something quite amazing so, come one, come all! May 2025 7
Eleanor McIntire, a voice
new to the Sacred community; a passionately compassionate person 14 This will be the final Second Wednesday hybrid event and weÕd like to have a live feature at Faithful Fools, please let me know if youÕve interest June 2025 4 Taneesh
Kaur, a compassionately passionate writer with life experience that is
worthy of the muse and more 11 Dan OÕConnell, DanÕs is a powerful voice of long
standing; this will be very special – this will be a Second Wednesday hybrid event Part
Two See Sacred
features from our Zoomroom Keynote,
Barbara Saunders: presented The Truly Great by Stephen
Spender -
AntoinetteVP: a look at
New ZealandÉ pines reachÉ on back roads one foot after anotherÉ clouds ten
thousand feet upÉ Ghosts preside in tidals and dreamsÉ wood chippers ratta
tat tatÉ an engine ready for take off – a childÕs voice yells out no,
no, noÉ on Cowell IslandÉ the shores edgeÉ people, pines, palmsÉ the tree
limbs that fell last year, near where we swim in the shallowsÉ before the
tides changeÉ Ó -
JefferyB: Ò... my
heart is in the middle of your stolen ashtray filled now with whatÕs
extinguished between usÉ you
gave me Thursdays to give me timeÉ hear the poem about the last kiss we ever
sharedÉ Stumble into the fictions we singÉ until all falls down to our fatal
listÉ time
came for your lifeÉÓ - BrittP: Ò... I donÕt knowÉ lost ... he said, she
said, you may have saidÉ you know a whole hell of a lotÉ clear the hesitanceÉ
turn your cannon of a mind in a forthright direction and blast offÉ what we
do knowÉ in the avenuesÉ waiting for a street carÉ arguing, discussing with a
friend, drinkingÉ JS Mill said, I may not to know everythingÉ that was the
clink of truthÉ things have been
easier since thenÉÓ - TommiAM: Ò... bus stopÉ homeless manÉ on the
pavementÉ the shop sells herbsÉ and moreÉ he says good morningÉ to a woman
face to her screenÉ no one notices the crows having at the lost foodÉ
everyone looks tiredÉ the homeless man takes time to talkÉ I listen it is
poetryÉ the bus is crowded and empty at the same timeÉÓ - RichardI:
on the theme, unknownÉ Òthe theme is knownÉ but it is unknownÉ there are many
unknowns, the soldierÉ who first painted on caves, sang the first songsÉ I
donÕt know what she had for breakfast, greater unknowns, what will the future
be, what will bring the greatest good to the greatest numberÉ lots of poems
have unknown in the titleÉ The Road Unknown, The Unknown Dead, Entry in an
Unknown HandÉÓ - DebbyS: Ò... in dark dampÉ swirling bone and
featherÉ arrow flake, medicine showÉ tracking secret maps into the voidÉ
celestial Venus unveiledÉ drum beatsÉ these are foolÕs goldÉ you will taste
creationÉ dubious dreams, chaos, waves and dotsÉ platonic shapesÉ with
flickering narrow pinnaclesÉ to shadows blackeningÉ Earth says noÉÓ - BarbaraS:
Ò... theme, two in the bushÉ the fat sparrowÉ hops from the ground, deep into
the bushÉ a hawk takes to the afternoon skyÉ which one calledÉ grasping for
its mealÉ in a fight with mother natureÉ condemned from the beginningÉ or the
song birdÉ having no reassurance of GodÕs careÉ did it make it through one
more day?Ó - JackM: Ò... diagnosis commerceÉ strange a marvelÉ
the musings, who can trace the works in his feckless skullÉ shackled to
machines he sadly singsÉ this is what has mother nature flooredÉ he has no
lessons learnedÉ he acts as if he lives in a utopiaÉÓ - EdM:
Ò... end times, end games driftÉ long legs big bodies, tiny heads since they
spoke the same languageÉ wandering for a land that they likedÉ they build a
cityÉ a tower, and so were famed until todayÉ what do you want memories to
beÉ the end game is what freedom to dies toÉÓ
- JohnC: Ò... the
governorÉ ordering out the National GuardÉ bites his tongueÉ while a great
bird appears in the evening skyÉ traditions of alienationÉ I was very young
when I first had the troubling feeling that something deep and basic was not
right in the worldÉ couldnÕt finger itÉ I could see the people around me were
living in ways badly out of synch with the natural worldÉ as a young human
animalÉ alienationÉ free-floating, ubiquitousÉ suffocatingÉ a profound maladyÉÓ - DavidE: Cursive Writer/Richard
Sanderell, p.75, Trees Have Coats – and from his own store of poetry,
ÒÉ this poet is obscure, caught him writing long had proseÉ they forced him
to write in verseÉ I have to have me some colorÉ rainbow shades IÕm on paradeÉ
female compliments maleÉ within the limits of my visionÉ multiplies my
divisionÉ fly cast, dry mouth bassÉ enjoying life with all its flawsÉÓ - DanB: Ò... sings and speaks his
terrible classic: supercallousfragilesexistNAZIPOTUS, a profound put down of
the Cheetoh prez – is still enjoyable after all these yearsÉ YAY! - SamH: Ò... itÕs all about love,
heartbreakÉ chicken hearted, I am chickenheartedÉ I canÕt risk rides in fast
carsÉ but each time I see you I get more courageousÉ today I decided to get
off the roller coasterÉ to ride the horses É if you donÕt like it you can go
to hellÉÓ https://vocal.media/authors/ty-tp550e0m Feature,
Milo Johnson: She
presented pieces from her latest book, soon to be released, Miss Experience
White, a challenging collection of colorful characters used as a foil to
skewer our current civilization and its wayward waysÉ a couple of examples:
her first piece: ÒÉ reptile show, lights fade up on the stage of mindÉ apparitions
begin to appear reptile like bodies clothed in the latest rageÉ tattoos of
prideÉ they are all, in fact asleep, entities without substanceÉ the first to
appear is Queen Chastity Wonderbread, alias Old PussyÉ her shield a fan of
credit cards, breast plate by FredrickÕs of HollywoodÉ this desperate
housewife may be sexually available, medicated or bothÉ under mascara she
wears black eye husband gave her with martyrÕs flinty prideÉ next Prince
Tyrannosaurus Junior WonderbreadÉ hunting rifle slung over one shoulder he
wields MBA degree like a knife thrower using briefcase as shieldÉ stands atop
many dead, little children, mom and pop businesses, the secret of mommyÕs bathtub games played out in one
assault case after anotherÉ here comes Princess Purity Wonderbread, alias
sweet pussyÉ her bejeweled selfie stick dripping with bloodÉ sexy breast
plateÉ pattern of broad stripes and bright starsÉ although knees are
together, lacy knee pads by La Perla suggest another stance her brother
taught herÉ Ò— from Bonfire of the AncestorsÉ crumple up passenger
lists, replicas from passenger ships, 1600 to 1800, set ablaze with cigarette
I set ablaze in Dublin ParkÉ Scotch Irish from both sidesÉ my dad liked to
say, Òeveryone hated themÓÉ maps
showing north America is uninhabitedÉ burnÉ motherÕs side, grandmother
arrested 1653 for wearing finery, not allowed for the lower classÉ she had
arrived indentured, burn indentured servitude contractÉ burn oaths of allegiance signed by German
great grandfathers arriving prior to revolutionÉ burn revolutionary war
recordÉ grandfather fighting BritishÉÓ A tour of our history and family
history. This is simply grand writing, varied and rich. A wonderful writer
and a fabulous feature! See Sacred
features from our Zoomroom Last Word,
EK Keith: Ò... Earth
is cosmically number three, weÕve never been expelled from the garden of
EdenÉ time makes myth of both history and scienceÉ what does it mean to be
homeÉ I belong here where the breathing is easyÉ the dirt under my nails is
stardustÉÓ - LouiseM: Ò... inspiringÉ quietlyÉ one night, winter,
my grandfather wentÉ I wrote him a letter, did not know where to send itÉ I
put it in the pocket of his coatÉ in one pocket his glovesÉ felt them against
my faceÉ I looked into the snowy moonlit night, how could he have goneÉ with
out his coat and bootsÉ with out saying goodbyeÉÓa beautiful voiceÉ wondrous - DeeA:
just visiting - JulianM: just visiting Mini
Feature, Brett Benson: Ò...the
sunÕs dawn fluteÉ may the notes brightenÉ I will play you ten thousand songs
that fail, if ten thousand and one would serveÉ your much needed medicineÉ
meet me with the clouds at dawnÉ as the sun plays a song on its pristine
fluteÉ bring out the divine star dust in youÉ once moreÉÓ – Òfriendship
in the bottom of a bottle, I never forget I did not find it thereÉ when you
forgive others and yourself a freedom exists that you and I once never
thought possibleÉ a kind of everlasting beauty of the soul is realÉ if you
have the courage to see it in the mirrorÉÓ— ÒÉ if it true we repeat the
actions of those who become before us should we not change what we doÉ what
of the destruction that plagues this existenceÉ the pain I suffer and
continue to sufferÉ what I am most afraid of is my insecurityÉ I shall not
return hereÉ I am making my life newÉ one day at a timeÉÓ - CesarL:
Ò... on the moonÉ MondayÉ before dawn, last chamber of darkÉ my coffee and I
are concentrating to meet the weekÉ the moon has been waking earlyÉ she has
employment as well, moves the tidesÉ effects the seasonsÉ somewhere across
the city someone is making bread...Ó -
Phynne-Belle: Ò... reads
Langston Hughes, ÒLament for Dark PeopleÓ a great poem and great voice. She
was motivated to read because the feature finished of with Langston Hughes,
in her piece the salient quote: ÒtheyÕve caged me in the circus of
civilizationÉÓ her second piece, hers, from her childhood, how her mother, a
teacher, made sure her English was perfectÉ but, Òinsider her color she sings
sad songsÉ a bland tongue beautyÉ this is how little girls lose their wayÉ
losing the why momma did not teach us TagalogÉÓFind Phynnecabulary, Mayari Lit, and PGN announcements and events here:
https://linktr.ee/PhynneBelle/ - KarenMM:
Ò... the little gooseÉ couldnÕt honkÉ they each tried to help himÉ when they
had to flyÉ and then, suddenly enough, he was lostÉ and É he could honkÉ the
other geese, circling heard him, found him, and said he had a wonderful honk
and they flew on to CanadaÉÓ - QRQuasar: Ò... plucked of a willow strandÉ I heard
them say this guy knows sorceryÉ we were already in the mountainsÉ we came
across a gardenÉ a bridge across a stream with boy Krisna, he was holding
flowers, offered them to usÉ but I blessed themÉ we had stumbled into the
Garden of EdenÉ got lostÉ everyone had vanishedÉ but turned out the only way
out was the way inÉ all was gone when we got to the log bridgeÉ only when we
went outÉ did we undersand we were in the garden of edenÉÓ - Avotcja Their
love dance sounds became meÉ that nightÉ I came with all the wild fire of a
hurricaneÉ heard music in the rustling papers on the sidewalk, the dripping
Fawcett, the dice tossed on the cornersÉ sweet uncontrollable memoriesÉ
melodiesÉ the sound of the streetsÉ listen, all around you there is music
everywhereÉsound sound waitingÉ waiting for someone who does more than hear
with their earsÉ sound waiting for a friendÉ who is not afraid of noiseÉ
noise is sound waiting for a songÉ just another naked note looking for a
songÉÓ Info of
note for Avotcja: learn about her events and books: With Every Step I Take
2" by Avotcja (Taurean Horn Press / distributed by Ingram Distribution
"Uncommon Ground" edited by Shizue Seigel (Pease Press 2022)
"Matter Is" by Electric Squeezebox Orchestra (doubleOone Records)
"One Note At A Time" by Erik Jekabson Sextet III (Wide Hive
Records) Her venue: La Palabra Musical / The Music of The Word 3-5PM PST 4th
Saturdays on zoom. Check my website for info www.Avotcja.org Clincher
Closer Super Duper Bulldozer, EK Keith:
Ò... on the unknownÉ I donÕt think about the water under the bridge while I
am crossing itÉ I think about the workers that died, the suicidesÉ there is
the beauty of the towersÉ technically a kind of orangeÉ I donÕt think about
the water under the bridgeÉ let the conflicts between us flow awayÉ we make
bridges because we are water, ourselvesÉ and want to connectÉÓ Poetry
Month is Coming! Everyone is invited to the 20th Annual Poems Under the Dome,
SFÕs Open Mic Celebration of Poetry Inside City Hall on April 11, 2025 from
5:30 – 8:00 pm in the North Light Court! Put your name in the Lucky
Green Hat for a CHANCE to read ONE poem in 3 minutes or less! FREE! All Ages!
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