oooh.... Look Who Got Mentioned in the YOGASTROLOGY BLOG

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Being a human being is funny. 

There are so many ways to go about it...

TO READ A LOVELY MENTION OF  

YOURS TRULY

Visit:

THE YOGASTROLOGY BLOG

  Diane Booth Gilliam, 

The Yogastrology© founder, 

asked me to contribute to her 

workbook series a while back.

And as Yogi/Astrologers tend to do... 

she's payin' it forward.

Read a tiny bit about how akka b. came to be.

Then peruse her website/s

 Where YOGA & ASTROLOGY are

all-in-one.

Ya know, like a burrito ; )

Recognition

In the land of recognition (now)

How can I say? 

Watching faces

Remembering times

When first we met

And I don't mean recently

Connecting dots

and they are everywhere

Like stars

Moons 

Bright waves of remembering

It's good to know you

again

How To Make A Poem (meets) Love Angeles

GUESS WHAT!!! 

 MY VIDEO:

  HOW TO MAKE A POEM

 Has been featured at the popular Los Angeles based blog:

  LOVE ANGELES

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Check out the video then stay and browse around this uplifting news and entertainment source! 

Forrest Kolb, the Love Angeles founder and editor, has been up to great things!

ADMISSION

I am a poet. 

It's my job to admit things. 

It's my job to stare down every crag and snarl of self-deception/deprivation/deprecation/dedication/divination

It's my job to admit things. 

I am a poet; admission number one.

Yes, it took a little getting used to. 

Yes, I experienced heart palpitations/persuasions/penetrations/participations/provocations

Yes, of course I did/do. 

Of course I do. 

I am a poet. What else am I supposed to say? 

I'm not a poet?

On Set

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On set for my

Upcoming VidPoem

It got WILD

 But I managed to keep my cool

Photo by Heather Stobo

Can't wait to share it! 

He Said It.

Everything I've always wanted to say and more, can be found here... and because he said it so well, and because "it" makes me want to squish and squeeze him in a not very Englishman kind of way... well. Well anyway, I'm going to be constructive about my enthusiasm and just direct you to his site so you can see for yourself. 

Check out what I would have said, 

had I been born Jonas Wunderman.

a wooden chair called Patience

a wooden chair called Patience

is keeping me up too late at night

holding me to her

telling me to wait

a few minutes more

it's always a few minutes more with Patience

she calls me Restless of course

Restless-Grasshopper for short

i am always hoping she will call me -
Still-Pond-Lit-With-The-Waxing-Moon

no.

a few minutes more

PLEASE GIVE ME THE WORDS - i beg

they're leaving a lump in my throat

i can't go to bed with a lump in my throat

shh.

said Patience

growl.

said I

things got a little heated and I threatened to change her name

she cowered and then she laughed

I don't know why she laughed

MY-SCAPEGOAT

seemed like a good name

Mystique ~ ooh la la

FRIENDS...

 
akka b.

Has had her first ever poetry

REVIEW!!!

Okay, so it was by a good friend - whom I suppose may be sort of biased,

but she IS a really SMART friend

and I am so glad she is not a stranger

because then I wouldn't know about her incredible journey

and her really super fabulous

BLOG

Oh do go there,
follow her
and leave comments everywhere

for HER sake

and ya know,

for
ME

akka b.

(gosh, i hope my head doesn't start swelling...eeks)

 

The Laughing Tree

Blossoms from every branch...bLiNg!

sprout.

giggle.

Volcanic reaction in the belly ~~~ LAUGH!

Louder, Harder, Hardier, Lighter, Rounder

BAM!

Hit the floor!

My knees don't care.

drool.

sparkle - eyes.

cheeks. red. pink. blue?

Blossom.

Sprout, Giggle, Drool............

It's about time I told you about it...

I'm not sure when it started. The pink thing.
But before you all run off (boys) it's not any ordinary PINK thing. It's more or less an under current, a state of mind, a feeling.

subtle ya know.

Like a butterfly - a very small butterfly that has very barely pink wings that comes to alight on your shoulder when walking through deep trenches.

It may have started when I was little, but I found it out when I became big,

the profundity of it.

So misunderstood...generally people think about Barbie's, or acrylic nails, or frilly sorts of deeply under satisfied princessy type girls.

alas, sigh...

anything can be abused.

even color.

Pink, is at its best when only used in small hints, a touch here, a dab, a dollop. So one can retain the feeling of it, like a wink, or a nod, or a half used smile.

Gentle like the touch of your pinky --- to another persons pinky. Especially when you have been wanting to touch that other persons pinky for a very long time...

and the heart flutters slightly and the cheeks blush.

So anyway, I just thought I better share with you my relationship with pink, if you didn't already know...because if you follow carefully you will find I refer to it often in words, or images, or in hints here and there.

Like a heart opening if you will.

Hello Love Hearts!!!

My gratitude being is beaming, the MOON is brimming as my thoughts land at your feet. A biG thank YOU to all the eyes and hearts that have perused Drunk Love's pages since its launch nearly a month ago. I have discovered a happiness in releasing theses nuggets. A flow. I hope it's contagious...

So many late nights nurturing this new baby,
I find myself looking like this a lot...

In my robe demonstrating - Thinking Hand Pose.

Please feel free to write in with suggestions, questions, comments and concerns.
I love hearing your voices.

I just have to tell y'all...

When I launched this blog a few days ago, I nearly puked. The sensation was equivalent to getting off a roller coaster with about eight upside down twisty turns. My legs were shaky, my palms were sweaty, my heart beat claimed the space between my ears and I felt an incessant need to scratch my head, squeeze my arms and shake my legs.

I guess I thought everyone would hate it and think I was stupid. Or maybe I was worried everyone might love it and ask for more.

Exposure Fever.

Shortly after I pressed the "GO" button I had to ask my nine-year-old daughter for a hug. I told her my apprehensions, and she very calmly wondered why I would be so concerned. She went on to say, "Mom, what you need to do is think of everyone in the whole world as tiny little ants, they are just going to have a look around and not even say anything."

Well, I don't know about the "not saying anything" part, but it did bring me solace knowing the whole world had turned into tiny little ants.

Introductions and Politities

I am Akka. There is a longer version of my name, but I don't feel like telling you about it. It contains everything scrumptious about me and private. But I am confident that without revealing too much, I can still share everything. Just call me akka from concentrate. Although my friends will probably laugh at the word "concentrate."

Here's the menu: Fanciful and succinct, tossed with charm and truth. I hope I make you cry - because my story is the same as yours. I hope I make you laugh - because the joke is on all of us. I don't like to explain things too much. It bores me. I get off on cutting out the heart of a story, a feeling, a desire, and casting it towards the firmament as a sacrifice for the gods.

Take your clothes off. I'll make you tea.

(Was that polite enough?)

Blog a Log a Loo LOO

By the way...I don't know the first thing about blogging. Except for what I have done so far. I guess I know about this much now. A days worth. If I stick with this kind of thing, my hope is to make it like a really fun place to visit, ya know, with cool artsy stuff and HTML's and photoshop tricks.

Meanwhile I'll do the best I can with just the words, a free site, and beginners luck. But if you have any suggestions, please share.
Like a Lion.