Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Kisha says:

Greetings all,
this is kisha nicole foster.
I had a very entertaining weekend hanging with my two kittens, Mattie and Valerie...they both came from the same litter...one is black(mattie) and one is striped(valerie).

Tonight is B-sides poetry night at Euclid Hts and Coventry, downstairs from the Grog Shop...it starts at 9p and admission is 5dollars...

I have a show coming up on Feb. 20th at the Howard A. Mims Cultural Center at Cleveland State University. Admission to that is free and we have food...all are welcome...

I am apart of the show at the East Cleveland Public Library on Feb 27 with Black Poetic Society and Cavana Faithwalker is the host...as i get pdf files of these shows i mos def will post them..

thank you my sara for the congrats..

going down to IWPS has pushed me as a writer to take that extra step and use the formula that Salinger has been putting in my head since day one...for those who don't know i cannot say today..its too much...and it never fails when i am in his class i am in it...participating...i paid attention for real this time because what he was saying is what slam is all about...taking skyscrapers and making them jump under bridges, asking what is black toast and the answer is a sweatsock on a broke hand...and making the emotions become real with the words which describe the emotion, not just the emotion and the sound like a scream or some crap like that.

In my earlier years that was my voice developing, now this is my voice, the one that takes the scream and wraps it around a thousand underprivileged school children desperate for an answer to their questions...

anywho, i am out...

i am tired and will return when I get some more news...

the peoples poet is signing off and out...

all of my love,

kisha nicole foster


3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Okay young lady, your are on another plane now, and I am liking that. Stay focused, and keep it movin'.

thepeople'spoet said...

Mommy...you are hilarious...

Anonymous said...

Hee, Hee, Hee

Cited...

The poet doesn't invent. He listens. ~Jean Cocteau