Vineyard Gate Apartments loves facebook

 So I walked in at a quarter after 10am to inquire about vacancies and their rates. When I walked in I wasn't greeted by the staff in a normal manner. The leasing manager Candace Barth stayed seated at her seat while facebook was clearly open on her desktop. Instead of the appropriate and conventional: " Hi, welcome to Vineyard Gate Apartments how can I help you?" She just stared at me like I was wrong for even coming in. I had to initiate the conversation: Hi I was wondering about your rates and if you had any vacancies? I admit I was dressed a little bummy in some sweats but I felt like she was judging me. Once I sat down and gave her my ID she semi warmed up and put on her plastic facade and we went through the tour like it was on auto pilot. She seems really fake and I was put off by her initial greeting. Even my teenage daughter asked why was she so rude to us when we walked in? First impressions are crucial. Although the tour was fine and the property was lovely, I will never forget how she made me feel as I walked through the door. If Candace Berth is any indication of how Vineyard Gate treats its tenants, I'll look elsewhere for residence. By the looks of these Yelp reviews coupled with the poor customer service I received today, I'll be spending my hard earned money elsewhere. $$$

Marketing, Marlboro, & Men

Men's egos constantly need to be stroked. Did you know the short box for cigarettes are called a King's box. Why? Because men never wanted to be associated with anything short. Great marketing by the tobacco industry. I still wish people would quit smoking though. Spend your money on other vices.

                                                 

I witnessed someone return a dildo at Walgreens. And it was opened. Extremely tawdry.

I have seen so many apathetic caregivers lately. I feel so bad for the elderly. This one lady told me she works at a "retirement home" and so often the families move their elderly to these homes and then never visit them. She said it is particularly depressing during the holidays. Who are the advocates against elder abuse in the form of familial neglect?

This is a very special Christmas for me since I achieved a personal goal. It has come at great cost and although I may not be rich in material possessions, I am rich in love and self respect.

People come and people go, such is the ebb and flow.

I came up with some awesome stoner moment ideas although for the record, I am not a stoner.

1. a gamblers disneyland-type resort where they pay admission to get in or maybe a monthly membership fee and they can gamble all they want inside the facility with fake money. Maybe this idea could be marketed toward the folks at Gamblers Anonymous.

2. this idea is for households with multi-drivers: gas cards tied into your ignition key which allocate how much gas you have invested. so essentially the distance you are allowed to drive correlates to the amount of gas that you have invested. the fuel that you use is somehow tracked. i don't know how we would get to this point but it's a pretty awesome idea for people who share cars.

I was feeling pretty good until I got a letter in the mail from the county. I'm gonna have to brush this feeling of negativity off and take my grind hustle to another level.

#leadership

when one door closes another opens.....

they eliminated postal home delivery in Canada. is this coming to the US soon? I always wanted to be a postal worker. I guess I should be happy my life didnt take me down that path.

pardon my capitalization today. i'm feeling very e.e. cummings

Undercover Racists or Misguided Consumer?

I'm the type of person where something will happen and then three days later I'll come up with the perfect comeback or response. I use this example to segue into the profile of delayed responders. I'm that girl. You might do something to piss me off but it takes me three days to figure out I'm pissed off about it. Anyways, I think a couple of posts ago I wrote about this awesome used bookstore I found in Roseville. It didn't dawn upon me until recently that maybe the Hitler photos displayed prominently in the windows could indicate an anti-Semitic philosophy. ( I know.... Captain Obvious, right?) Then I start racking my brain and I remember going to a very well known tattoo shop here in town (for my daughter's nose piercing) and seeing another Hitler photo on the back of their promotional flyers/business cards. So I'm thinking ....hmmmm, racist much? Here's the photo:

So the blackened face of the General in the back ( I don't know if he's a General or not...) and the laughing face of Hitler, as if Hitler was just some swell guy....

The other day my daughter was walking to the local store and a truck pulling into our neighborhood screamed "Nigger!" at her. 

What year do we live in? Am I being too sensitive? This stuff really bothers me. I always tout about how progressive Roseville is but I feel like the wool has been pulled over my eyes (once again). I've always hated racism in all its ugly forms. 

I know I will never step foot into those two business establishments again. 

#irritated

 

Mid October Ramblings

So I'm trying to eat healthier. I picked up this bag of chips which are non GMO, vegan, and organic, kosher, gluten free, yada yada, yada.

So, I believe in the concept. I'm really trying to financially support companies who's belief system align with mine. Long story short, I couldn't believe how awful these chips taste. I'm not sure if it was the flavor I chose, or perhaps my body is so used to unhealthy food that it rejects the introduction of healthy items but imagine the taste of wet socks and musty roller rink odor wrapped in a stale chip. It was pretty bad. 

This was a pretty exciting week for me. A lot of mental ups and downs. My daughter got her first job. I'm excited about the responsibility it will teach her. She's already been such an amazing daughter. I know this next step toward young womanhood will do her so well. She opened up her first bank account to set up her direct deposit. She had so many questions. I had forgotten how new these things must be to a teenager. I'm so happy for her.

My son started preschool. He looked so handsome on his first day. 

I was worried how he would take being away from family for the first time. But he acclimated well and was so ready to be a "big boy". Both my kids took major leaps this week and my heart swells with joy at how easy it is for them to adjust to change. (if only it were that easy for me.)

Quick Story:

I ran into a woman and we were talking about how she is looking for a place to stay in Roseville. She said she decided to leave the Antelope area because she felt uncomfortable being a minority in her own neighborhood (she is Caucasian). I thought that was an odd statement and I tried to hide the "WTF" look off of my face. Then she proceeds to add a caveat "I'm sorry... but" ( NOTE: anytime you add an "I'm sorry but..." to any statement YOU ARE NOT SORRY.) then she turns around to see who is around her (I'm assuming to be sure she was shielded by white people) and says ..."if people are cooking in their garages I don't want to be around that. That is just weird." 

So I'm guessing, she's referring to some Indian neighbors of hers. The only reason why I think this is because there is a lovely Sikh family that live around the corner from me. They happen to cook in their garage. Maybe she's referring to another culture. Who knows, but more importantly who cares? What does it matter to her where people cook in their own house? People usually barbeque in their backyards but I've seen some rebel front yard grillers. Should they too be shunned and ostracized  for not adhering to social standards? 

Racist people are so weird. They will pick apart anything to find something to HATE. 

On a scale of 1-10, I'd say I'm feeling about a 7. Still dealing with some issues, still faking it on the outside like everything is hunky dory. I must be doing alright. (*pats self on back*) 

I hope you all have a great week. :)

Hi, this is _____ with the Sacramento Bee

So recently I got a random call from a local number that I did not recognize.

"Hello?"
"Hi, this is _____ with the Sacramento Bee. Are you receiving the paper right now?"

He goes on to his little spiel trying to get me to commit without just asking me if I want to subscribe or not. I know how everyone says that the paper days are over and that everything is digital now, but I ruminated over whether or not I wanted just the weekend or perhaps the whole 7 days for 10 weeks at blah blah blah.... Anyways, I'm trying to interject and interrupt his script. I ask him how his day was, if he likes his job, yada yada yada. I finally ask him is your call center located in Sacramento? He tells me no it's actually located in Nevada but they handle all the subscription calls for the Sacramento Bee.

Nevada? Errrr, what?

I don't know. Maybe I was having a bad day. Maybe I saw one too many Nevada plates cut me off that week. But I was just irritated that with all the unemployed people in Sacramento our own newspaper had to contract with another state to handle its out bound calls?

I'm tired of businesses not thinking locally. I know maybe it must have been more cost effective. It's not like California makes it easy for businesses to thrive here. It just sucks, you know?

The unemployment rate is staggering and there are no jobs. It would've been nice if the Sacramento Bee kept their call center local. I know I probably would've subscribed that day. I guess I'll just keep getting the Sunday paper out of the Dollar Store like I have been.

::: yummy yummy in my tummy:::

I recently went to this networking event in Rocklin at Rubino's Restaurant. The food was delicious. But I happen to meet two sisters who own a pie company. I'm very particular about pie because the crust has to be just right. Their pie was delicious. They had  this one called the Amaretto that was divine. They are looking to open up a store front and they started a Kickstarter campaign. Their $100k goal seems a little aggressive to me. Especially since it looks like they haven't implemented an aggressive marketing plan. I truly hope they make it. If you are ever in Rocklin  and need some pie that is waaaay better than Marie Calendars check them out: http://www.twoslicespieco.com/ 

Support your local businesses!

Here are some pics from Rubino's.

Red Pills and Pink Rabbits

The League of Highly Intelligent Non Diploma'ed Intuitive Truth Seekers or the Secret Society of Paranormal Paladins decoding limos while eating pizza in Texas:

Red Pills and Pink Rabbits

In the silence do you hear the booming presence of those near
Pay attention
Pay the toll
who's the mole
Revisit the house that speaks
and the daughter that never sleeps
Shape shifters decode
While eating pizza pie a la mode
Whispers throughout the commode
Who told?
Strawberry Fields Forever
You think NSA is a problem? Their in your head, Maaaaan.
DEW thought you knew.
Shots fired. I aint no liar.
I easily retreat as you sneak down the street
Blue birds lie while black birds fly
Witnessing events long foretold
I bemuse to use the various hues as clues
Fuck You!
And then I evolved and partially solved the paradoxical dilemma which has haunted me for so long
And I could identify with a vibration
a tear's lamentation
a heart's palpitation
a lover's false adaptation
Things became clear to me within the negative space
Fresher Escher MC
You began to flee and is it you?
Is it me? Did it become we?
You're a counterfeit juggernaut, I'm a royal astronaut.
Coming up empty like a Federal raid
You may have taught me how the game was made
But I'm gonna show you how it's played.

Practice makes perfect, right?

A long time ago, I used to write all the time. Writing was my therapy. Writing gave me the release that I needed to forge through whatever crazy event was saturating my life. At the genesis of social media, and long before the hype of data analytics:  I had a blog. And quite a few followers if I must say so myself. I wrote daily blogs about my personal life, I wrote poems, and short stories. Not everything I wrote made it online. Some things were very personal. I had umpteen journals through out the years, tracking my ups and downs of my life.

Then one day someone took those journals and placed them on a BBQ pit and burned them.

I stopped writing after that.

But slowly, I am emerging. Hoping to find my voice. I want to coerce that being which once gave me so much validity to dance with me once more.

Anyways, the majority of my writing was stored on a gmail account. One that incidentally got deleted. With all this hype of the NSA, I know Google must still have access to the data. What does Google do with old email accounts?

Whenever I get emo about this stuff I watch this video.

Thank you City of Roseville

So it's another hot sweltering summer day, I'm a little low on cash and my son is looking for something fun to do. Thank you City of Roseville for providing some free good old fashioned fun. The water is recycled and there is a clear sign stating to not drink the water. There is also a caveat for those who have recently suffered from diarrhea to STAY AWAY. The water smelled of freshly infused chlorine which made me feel somewhat better in case there was someone there battling the runs. At any rate, the $4.5 million dollars was pretty well spent. I like the idea of revitalizing Downtown Roseville and creating a sustainable, walking urban development. With the prices of gas rising I can't afford to drive to Downtown Sacramento for pleasure. I'd rather do things local. My next hope is that Roseville increases bus intervals. Right now they only run once an hour and there is no service on Sunday. Wait... whaaat? Yeah.That's not going to work. So how do people with no vehicles get around? Do they have to leave 3 hours early just to insure they catch the right bus? I hope they fix this issue soon.

Pay it Forward recipient : Tammy from Bar 101

Today's Pay it Forward recipient is a bartender from Bar 101 that's located in downtown Roseville. Her name is Tammy. The few times that I've been there to support my brother Jion for open mic night (every Wednesday from 8 pm - 10 pm) she has always been pleasant and affable. I love to support local businesses within my community and especially those that create an avenue for local artists to gather in a positive environment to share their skills and talents.

Tammy is very supportive of the artists and she's really sweet to the regulars and the new comers. She keeps the bar and restaurant clean and stocked up and you never have to wait for a refill on your drink. Good service is hard to find so she definitely is a keeper.

If you're ever visiting Downtown Roseville, stop by Bar 101 on Main St. and pay Tammy a visit.

The "Grape Gatsby" and the half naked tree...

Today just felt like a very strange day. I can't really explain it other then it felt .... off . I tried to be very observant of things around me to see if maybe there was some galactic shift while I slept through the night and unbeknownst to me there was a third moon orbiting somewhere, but that wasn't the case and things pretty much looked the same. (Except for this tree. I wish I had an arborist in my circle so I could ask them what all this is about.) 

Anywho... so I'm going to the CA Auto Museum for the "Grape Gatsby" wine tasting event. Hopefully, I'll make good connects. I'm hoping to woo the gift shop into being my potential client. Wish me luck. Oh and if none of you are doing anything you should go too since the proceeds will go to benefit Auto Education and it's always nice to see a familiar face (even if technically I've never met you.. LOL). So if you see me say Hiiiiii!   

success

the woman whispered to herself

i am not successful i am a failure

and her spirit whispered back
ask the woman who's children were taking away what success is

the woman asked the mother what is success?
she said having my children in my arms every night

the woman bemoaned

 i am not successful i am a failure

and her spirit whispered back
ask the homeless man what success is

the woman asked the homeless man what is success?
he said having a roof over my head and a warm place to lay my head at night

the woman lamented

i am not successful i am a failure

and her spirit whispered back
ask the drug addict what success is

and the woman asked the drug addict what is success?
and the drug addict replied being free from this addiction

the woman cried

i am not successful i am a failure

and her spirit whispered back ask the convicted felon what success is

and the woman asked the inmate what is success?
and the woman replied success is freedom. it lies beyond these prison gates.

and the woman groaned

i am not successful i am a failure

and her spirit whispered back
ask the woman in an unhappy marriage what success is

and the woman asked the unhappy wife what is success?
and she replied success is not being trapped in a relationship with a man that does not love you

and the spirit told the woman you are successful
and the woman listened

Spiritual Journey by Henry Asencio

Here's what I believe..

Here's what I believe:

There is only one God. One omnipotent, omniscient, all knowing God. Regardless of what country you come from or what culture you subscribe to there is still : ONLY ONE GOD. Somewhere in the Bible it mentions that we can not say his name. I think this was for a reason. When we use our lexicon to define God we limit God by our mere definition. God is greater than anything we think we can define God by. God transcends any definition. When you give God a name you are confining God to your limited knowledge of your interpretation of that definition. No pronoun, label, noun, letter, symbol, sound could ever properly describe the Creator. 

 

Genius has no country...

"Genius has no country, genius burst forth everywhere, it is like light and air- the patrimony of all; cosmopolitan as space, as life, as God" - Jose P. Rizal

Henry Ford said it Best...

"You can't build a reputation on what you are going to do." - Henry Ford

Automation and my happy LIFE.

Lately, I've been really big into automation. One must always stay a few steps ahead of the game. Allow me to introduce to you a handy tool which eases many tasks. Familiarize yourself with this website and many things will begin to be a BREEZE...

 

* I'd never steer you wrong, my friend. *

Cheers! 

Riddle me this...

Now if u follow me you will remember that fateful April day when the one you love was another and that which was born of you was lost. 

And with the FAITH that was within u coupled with a scion of the royalist  knight...

I blinked 

And the one that was lost was found and the charlatan that dared to destroy was no more 

It's the little things...paying it forward

This is going to be a partial entry to a blog I will write at a later date. I recently had to deal with an irate customer who subsequently left a negative review on a social media website. In having to deal with that debacle, I noticed there are so many avenues in which we can connect but many are used negatively. I've decided to do what I can to change that. Everyday I will write one positive review of a company and/or one personal recommendation on LinkedIn. I will do my best to promote others and leave a lasting digital imprint to enhance someone's online presence and visibility. With so much junk out there, I want to hear  the good stuff: the inspiring, the thought provoking, awe invoking greatness of our local community. Now mind you it's not going to be just fluff, these people actually have to have exemplified greatness and not just in scaling Mt. Kilamanjaro, barefoot, pregnant, with one eye and a collapsed lung... no, my friend... I'm talking about the greatness in a smile, in a conversation, in forgiveness and in love.

My First Pay it Forward recipient is:

Dee Hansen 

She's the owner of Let's Celebrate Decor. She did a bang up job decorating and helping me coordinate the event. I'll try to find some photos to post later. Here's the recommendation I wrote for her on LinkedIn and Google Business Pages.

"I had the pleasure of working with Dee during my mother's 60th birthday party and surprise vow renewal. She was amazing. As you can imagine I wanted the event to be perfect and thanks to Dee it was. She coordinated beautiful arrangements and the banquet room we reserved at the Legends at Woodcreek were decorated superbly. She is highly skilled at her craft and she does it with such ease and always with that beautiful smile of hers. I would recommend and hire Dee for any of my future events!" 

The importance of stepping outside your comfort zone

The importance of stepping outside your comfort zone.

The unknown is always magnified; stepping into the unknown breaks down these walls and opens the door to familiarity. You begin to build a resilience to your own fear. The habit of excellence is a virtue. By doing the things you fear most, subconsciously and with every breath, you configure a new found level of confidence. Lastly, you never know who you are going to meet. When you travel in the same circles, you are always going to see the same things. Venturing out of your comfort zone can mean excitement, adventure, and greater opportunity.

I wrote the above as a "Hoorah!" mantra I give to myself as I look in the mirror to get ready for my day. To be honest, every networking event I go to I still have to psyche myself up. I go knowing no one, in hopes to secure that one deal with a wink and a handshake. Sometimes my own insecurities get the best of me. If my inner thoughts and voice were broadcasted to the world it would be quite a different picture than the one that I portray. Inside my mind is like a floor of scattered legos with no interlocking pieces...

Thunder Valley Thursday...

I'm exhausted. I went to two networking events today. The Roseville Chamber's Ignite event was at the Il Fornaio in the Galleria. I almost thought of not going but I'm glad I did. Made some new connections and further established existing ones. 

I've never went to a networking event at Thunder Valley. The Placer County Association of Realtors had their little soirée there and let me tell you... Man, can they throw a party. Music was good, food was good, ambience was great. Even God was on their side on this one because the weather couldn't have been better. I do have to say though that people were a little uptight in the beginning but as the night progressed and the alcohol flowed freely, people started to loosen up. 

Aaahhh, Realtors.... Lighten up a bit, would ya? :0)

There was a huge line at the bar and all I really wanted was some water. Jesse from the waitstaff went out of her way to grab me a cup with some ice from the back so I didn't have to wait in line. She was a real dollface. I also got a chance to chat with Lucille. She is one hardworking lady. Thunder Valley is really lucky to have great employees like them. I'm going to make sure to call Thunder Valley  tomorrow and tell them what a great job I think they did. 

So the list of connects I made at this little shin dig are too many to enumerate. I can't wait to hit it hard tomorrow and follow up with all of them. 

Bossman wants me to join their association. I can't wait to see what they are about. 

I'm sharing some pictures for your personal enjoyment. 

On a side note: I saw a flock of birds fly very strangely by the pool. Going up and down and diving and flying out of formation. It was very strange indeed. I wanted to investigate more but I didn't want to be the weird girl at the party staring at the flock of birds. Lord knows people think I'm strange enough as it is.

Hugs and kisses.

Thursday's Shenanigans

Tomorrow I'll be at a networking event hosted by Il Fornaio in Roseville from 5:00 - 6:30 pm then off to Thunder Valley for the Placer County Realtor's Association Mixer 7:00 - 10:00 pm. Hopefully I'll get to meet some new faces and make great connections. If anyone reading this sees me, please come and say Hi... 

Josanne English Infographic Resume

I found this app on the Chrome store ResumUP . I thought it was pretty cool. I think we should transition away from the traditional resume and more into this design. What do you think?

The Greatest Secret I Never Told

The greatest secret I never told

Was how I let His love unfold

For within a paradoxical knock

Whispered the cadence of the immortal clock

And with a nudge and a backwards glance

I took a leap of faith and an unguarded stance

I allowed the helix of my mind to unravel 

Into deep dark recesses where no one has traveled 

And in the silence of your mind eclipsed 

A glorious vibration as the pain ripped 

And it opened the door to the eternal 

forever more

Shhh... Do you hear that? It's the sound of my heart breaking.

You are the echo of a tear drop 

The boom of a kiss

You are the syncopated tick

Of a faint memory 

Forgotten...

The pocket watch left by time's arrow

I saw a pocket watch

Left on a park table

Next to some keys 

I didn't touch them 

I thought the owner was nearby

But as the moments passed 

No one came to claim them

I walked away and carried on my business 

But I will always wonder 

If that watch 

And those keys 

Were left for me

My own time zone...

When you go out into the world 

And you know something is amiss.

When you've lied to yourself for so Long that you don't know what the truth is anymore. But you know you've set this lie in motion as a coping mechanism for whatever it is u think u can't deal with.  You're waiting for the imaginary final piece of your puzzle as if this holds the key to the door with all the answers when in actuality there is no door. There is no answer. And the only thing u need is time. Which by the way you received; as evidenced by your now functioning clock. 

P.S.  I should have told u the song was Dream a Little Dream. I hate every day that I didn't tell you. 

And so everyday is like the rest. I walk in my own shadow. And I can't find my happy medium. The place between cataclysmic and mundane. How can I explain my journeys between alternate universes where the only difference was where a tree was planted? 

In the grand scheme of things there is no one to confide in. Only myself and my fond recollection of a time and place. Or a feeling of utter abhorrence at the smell reminiscent of an enemy. These things only one who has experienced will understand. My thoughts are my only solace. My memories my only friend. 

The funny thing about a roomful of people...

The funny thing about a roomful of people...

I spent about an 90 minutes at this networking event, I shook hands with probably 63 people, collected 47 business cards... and although for marketing and sales purposes that's pretty good, the most memorable moment was having one meaningful conversation with 1 man.

As I was outside enjoying the sweltering heat, I started off eavesdropping in on his conversation. He commented on the state of our Gross National Product.

He ended up sitting down at my table.We started off with polite banter: the pros and cons of joining certain chambers and networking groups. Blah blah blah. But then we talked about our families. Where we migrated from. How different the times are now. We talked about our mixed children and the struggles they had (have) growing up in Placer County. We talked about dirt roads, gang violence, and tattoos.

It was one of the greatest conversations I've ever had with a random stranger. And I loved it. Thank you,  random stranger. Thank you for validating my faith in humanity.

On a seperate note:

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Practical Blessings

I’ve always been pretty lucky. I was born on the 7^th day of April 1977. I was seven pounds and seven ounces and I was born at 3:47 pm. They dubbed me the lucky 7 baby and the moniker stuck. Recently, I was laid off from a job I loved and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to pick up the pieces and support my family financially. By the grace of God, I was able to not only find one job, I found TWO. I see everything as hidden blessings and I’m very grateful for everything I have in life. One day, I’d love to share my story with you. As I quote one of my Bosses… “You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.” But until that day, should you need any insurance services please see me and I can direct you to the right agent at Baja Insurance Services, Inc. Or perhaps you are in need of a graphic designer or any type of marketing or promotional material, let me direct you to One Day Graphics. You’re one stop shop for all your marketing needs! Any referral is greatly appreciated.

Josanne English

916.877.6745

There's no "i" in TEAM but there is one in "unemployment line"

Scenario One:

During an interview, a prospective employer asks the interviewee if they would mind volunteering their time to see if their employment would be a good fit. This volunteer time would be unpaid and to determine employment.

Scenario Two:

A new hire is told that the job requires a commitment of 6 days a week sometimes 7 days with no overtime. If they are unhappy with it, they can find employment elsewhere.

Scenario Three:

An employer tells his employee that payroll was not processed on time therefore the paychecks will be available one day after payroll.

Scenario Four:

An employer requires his employees to meet daily at a designated place to get instructions on the days work and turn in time cards but actual start time of the job does not occur until they are at the jobsite. (sometimes job site can be an additional 90 minutes of drive time)

Scenario Five:

An employer hires a female employee but at a lower rate than she requested. The employer states that it was not in the budget. However, the employer consistently hires male employees at the rate the female employee asked for.

Scenario Six:

An employer promises an employee a certain dollar raise after a probationary period. After that period, the employer renigs and offers a lower compensation; stating that “it wasn’t in the budget.”   

The aforementioned scenarios are actual events that I consider FUCKING BULLSHIT.

Someone needs to be an advocate for the unemployed. Employers are preying on unemployed individuals and taking advantage of them because we all know the economy sucks and finding a decent job is like getting a negative pregnancy test after that one crazy night which you swore you never do except with that one guy at that one place… but I digress. It’s hard enough as it is trying to get a job and competing with millions of other candidates. No one wants to be the “whistle blower”.  Everyone wants to be part of the “Team”. But when people are being taken advantage of, someone needs to be an advocate for them with out someone feeling like they are being a snitch. It’s not fair to not be compensated for your time. It’s not fair to have to beg for your paycheck or to not get paid on the day that is designated as payday. It’s not fair to be the victim of sexism. There are rules and regulations, laws and provisions that are in effect to “protect” the employed. But if no one follows them, and everyone is afraid to say anything for fear of losing their job, what good is it?  

N-meshed

We meshed and coalesced like vines
intertwined our timeline looming in
and out sashaying to and fro like a staccato

interval

You perpetuated my fear only to take it
away with a downstroke
I choked
on your love
that you never fully bequeathed

You were mine in room 241
then with the rise of the morning sun
I gave you back to the one who bore your son

I hesitated while you anticipated our sin
Sardonically delicious you enticed my curiosity
with a false veracity
promises of
Forever more

But with a paradigm shift
I lost you to another dimension
Can I be mad at you for
Forsaking your mistress with
another mistress who is me that is yet to be
or is she the me that I once was?

Eye.Aye.I

I am He and
He is She
And she is me
And in the confluence of the third I

Imbibe in that which gives me life
We permeate your soul to
Saturate and invigorate to
Satiate that thirst to
Infuriate that which once enslaved
You

Come with me

And with a flick of her wrist
She ceased to exist to the non
Believers

Past-Present-Future: Friday's Faces From the Past: Goldie and Bobby Rosenbaum

Past-Present-Future: Friday's Faces From the Past: Goldie and Bobby Rosenbaum