We met these dudes from a blues-rock band named Kaleo with our friend Steve at the Old Man Bar in Culver City. We had a drink or two there, then headed over to our place and partied until the wee hours of the morning. They were super chill and we all had a great time.
They invited us to their show at the Wiltern in Mid-City last weekend. We showed up in time to watch the Mayweather vs McGregor fight with them in the green room. We hung for a bit then it was time for them to play. We went backstage to sneak a peak of the crowd. The place was packed. The anticipation was hard.
The bellowing blues bass lines and guitar riffs began, reverberating the entire space. The music rumbled my stomach, like the butterflies you get when visiting some place new. They rocked and rolled with powerful waves of sound and clean, poignant vocals. It was a great night. Hope to see them again soon.
I creep through ancient forests,
decrepit, abandoned- nearly destroyed.
A dense fog lay beneath my shins,
I cannot see the forest floors.
Only a smoky grey ocean,
an unearthly mystic haze.
The morning barely sung,
newborn to a day of solitude.
Creatures nest, flourishing
where I cannot see but I can hear.
Now as dreams have clouded,
this morning is full of realists.
I hear crisp of leaves below
bare feet scratching the palms,
my toes reach hesitant for stepping.
I pull away from some hanging bones
and through the branches
I peek the rest of the world.
With a snake-lake gaze,
I see there [still] lays a strange
beauty in this wasteland,
something worth saving.
When I first moved to Los Angeles, I fell in love with the diverse array of plant life. Though some are not native (such as the Canary Island palm trees you find growing very old and sick up and down the western coast of the U.S.), there are MANY different trees, flowers, shrubs and succulents found all over Southern California that you just don’t see in the rest of the U.S. (the mid-west, for example).
The Jacaranda tree is my favorite. The magical purple petals stain the sidewalks and roads after they bloom in late Spring. They are painting a beautiful landscape against the ugliness that can also be found here in our city. They certainly do provide much inspiration, and I cannot stop taking photos of them. ♥ Nisi
I posted this poem several months ago. I changed a line or two, and paired it with a photo I took with my LG G5 on a plane. It was last October and I had to attend one of my best friend’s memorial service. I flew from Los Angeles to Cleveland for the weekend, and I wrote this poem on the flight back home. I also read a poem I wrote on the way there, called “Erin Revisited” at the memorial. You can read it here. Thank you always for the inspiration, Erin.
✒ My favorite place to read and write is under the sun, but we fight sometimes.
✒ Mostly, we run together.
This past week my husband, my dog and I traveled to Colorado from Los Angeles. On the way back we stopped briefly to check out Arches National Park in Moab, Utah. When spent two hours there. We could have spent two weeks there, and not have seen or did everything.
It is a beautiful country we live in, and it is heartbreaking that these places of peace and inspiration are so fragile and people / politicians are so careless. We must cherish our national park systems and give back however we can. I am happy to be living in the western United States. Some of the most beautiful and awe-inspiring places on earth are in my back yard. I seek them all.
The Mar Vista neighborhood was very pleased to host part of the route for “CicLAvia” to the Sea: Venice Beach. We readied ourselves as a festival-like street affair ensued. The neighborhood came together once again to showcase our artists, musicians, poets and community organizations.
Erika Lane Enggren and I set up our poetry station, using collage and typewriter poetry to create community poems themed around the event. The typewriter poem turned out wonderfully and flows well! The entire poem can be read here. The collage poem is a little more whimsical, and can be read here.
Here are some highlights of the day. Photos by Dan Wynick. Thank you all for supporting us and contributing! ♥ Nisi
Oh, Ash – you giant lion of living room and courtyard. This one is for you, my feline confidant.
Painting the color
of your skin,
it is like eating
handfuls of blueberries.
Rubbing down body
of tart desire.
Freedom to smash
grapes between toes.
Consume the sun in a field
lighter than air
to float above,
watching dreams come to life.
Blank sky / empty and free / only in a distant blue / light streak break the vault / into winding branch /of those arms / reaching infinite / I am not dead here / there is life / scurry scurry / lizard creature / snake that rattles / soul of the desert / sweet dessert of west / we wait for you / always