A Psychedelic Poetry Reading in Los Angeles

Only 2 days away! Philosopher’s Stone Poetry is hosting A Psychedelic Poetry on the sidewalk in front of Vintage on Venice at the Mar Vista Art Walk this Thursday evening, September 7. We have an awesome line up, featuring 8 poets and 1 musician. We will be selling typewriters too! Come say hi between 6-10 pm to also participate in a community poem that will be read at the Art Bazaar After Party behind Grandview Fine Art Studios. It is going to be a joyfully bend-mending night and we cannot wait to hit the streets with our poets again.

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♥ Nisi

A Psychedelic Poetry Reading at the Mar Vista Art Walk hosted by Philosopher's Stone Poetry | pspoets | Mar Vista, Los Angeles, California

Summer | Venice Beach

The solstice arrived last night at 9:24 pm. In Los Angeles, we get somewhere nearly year round, but there is still something special about the solstice and the changing of the season. This poem is originally titled “Summer of ’16”. The photo was also taken some time last summer, with my Canon ae-1 program on one of our many trips down the street to Venice Beach. ♥ Nisi

Summer of '16 | Nisi Poesy | Venice Beach | Travel Blog

Philosopher’s Stone Poetry: 2 Year Anniversary Reading

Last week was the 2 year anniversary reading with Philosopher’s Stone Poetry at Gravlax. We had a great lineup and a great crowd. There was poetry, music and libations!

It has been an honor to get to know the fellow poets and artists involved with Philosopher’s Stone Poetry. Thank you to Chase Maser, Sergio Cacciotti and Amanda Ortiz for putting together such a great group. I look forward to more awesomeness in the future.

Here are a few photos from the night, courtesy of Dan Wynick. Thank you everyone who has participated and keep writing! ♥ Nisi


Community Collage Poem: CicLavia to the Sea: Venice Beach

Dear Bike of the Future,

Ride with the sun. It’s all about rotation.

Feel it out, establishing

healing respect, just a grand new dance.

You don’t have to go to where the grass is greener.

Just open your eyes and mind your own business, because its everybody’s

loss if we have second thoughts,

and everybody’s energy cycles upwards in the sun’s light and

(in an) unbeatable bliss.

A captive flow of light, unity of all kinds.

Shadow cats, you got this! Let go of it all,

enjoy the ride as a free soul.

What is the difference? Food is a

resolution for Paradise.

Without art, we are lost stars with a pulse.

Join the party,

not without a final



“community poem #2 ” CicLAvia to the Sea- Venice Beach

“community poem #2 ” CicLAvia to the Sea- Venice Beach

Community Poem:

The first rule of love is, there are no rules at all,

The push and pull of the ocean tides, sung by the Moon

Gravity is an endless pleasure, keep from floating too far

It keeps us grounded while we illuminate our eyes

Wheels for reals!


Patiently pursue passion pay attention to pain prowl your soul

Howl back at the moon who sings

A song of fleeting joy, filled with decadence, conjoined by twin signs of beating hearts, like two bicycle wheels together they ride on into a great abyss

A certain freedom no one can take away from us

Each life to live, every lung to fill

The night was cold and Owen loves his momma

Chaos in the millions of beating hearts, overwhelm the Sun

And by two wheels at a time, we move forward, for now

Sky above you, earth below you, fire within you.

Nothings perfect, the worlds not perfect but its there for us trying its hardest that’s what makes it so damn beautiful

Your face, your being…is a work of art a disaster of design

Keep the child inside of you alive at all moments

Alive live a life I find myself here at all moments

There is a first time for everything, including typing at artwalk.

Typewriters think in letters and keys, but me, well, I think in words and motions, paragraphs and less static things. But that’s just me.

Hurling bikes whirling across the world to the rim of rim of the horizon and to the heart of the city

Asphalt goes awry and that couldn’t be more desirable and clickety clack bodes well and well and well and well and well here we are now. What else would you like to do, caress the wind in your sails once more?


And after is relative to change that was already

Apart of people. The predestine nature of love. To create one must look inside of themselves and ask…am I, I am. I am is the answer to this truth. Truth. Truth. Truth. Truth. Faith. Love. Acceptance.

As long as this truth stands, so will I, myself and I will love who I love always, as we move forward in the everlasting and neverending show of time.
All of us

in all seriousness

Gravity lets go sometimes,
dizzy spells trigger vertigo.

Someone has cut her whiskers,
this cat we had hoped to tame,
a beast she can only be.

Before we give up, let us try
to save the day by cutting our own,
bring about belief in our system.

In solidarity, we dizzy ourselves
so that everyone has a chance
to thrive even while injured.

This is what we do, human or not,
animal or not, a butterfly
caught in a wind storm.

How beautiful the tragedy
when it cannot escape itself,
the most devastating flower.

Mourn all reduction of doctrine,
until we can no longer feel it,
especially for what is to come.

A time when we need steadiness,
we know nothing but lost balance.





(Mar Vista Art Walk: Voice 03.02.17)

Look up in the clouds, I’m still alive

The sun soaks into my pores and I relax

I have so many things I want to say

Fast receding daylight – it’s art walk time

Hold on to your creative spirit

It’s about to get real and real weird

Be proactive in doing good

Give love to get love

But you must understand how much I love YOU

Please never forget my face

Shine bright always

Even when the night is dim

Emerald fortress amongst the gilded trees – dew drops fall to cast a sparkle in your eye

On an evening when art reigns supreme

Never stop exploring

Remember to spread the light

Don’t forget that it leaks through

It’s about time that the voices of women are heard

Typing on the magic green typewriter. Why do they call green wait erase that…looks like a screen play from a mad…5%6(7(8…what is this cold fingers on old ling first time on the town new feelings

I love cats they are very very very good – good at making their owners comfortable and happy

If you feel like you are invisible then use your talents as an advantage to make yourself shine.

The softest voices can be so powerful

She is looking at me…I like that…I like her and her new boyfriend…he is black…he is right here with me…I did not like moonlight….sorry….happy march! When two girls have the same outfit there is nothing you can do about it – goodnight

Give them their flowers while they’re here, for when they’re gone it’s too late

Freshness sells, rotate stock

The shoes of the fisherman’s wife were some jive-ass slippers

The past can be a fruitful seed of the future

Spent…moonlight on rye

After thirty years I’m home

it’s actually good she said – much to my surprise

I love tonight

Dreams are full of raibow and glitter

Sure, why not?



The line is sublime

Cacophony of melancholy

Sparkle donkey

Along the tree lined streets I walk alone

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection

There is a war and its me

Sometimes I wear fake glasses and my husband hates it

Woah, boyfriend material

If I keep pleasing my husband I will appreciate the time we have on the weekends

And all days that you have

miles away, but you still seem to be here…

phoenix, rising from ash – we all build this city – we all have a past.

-Mar Vista art walk “Voices”