Pictures From Clara’s Big Day!

Happy Friday, creatives!

I promised my namesake and 9-year-old granddaughter, Clara Elizabeth, that I was going to post her great achievement award and pictures from the award ceremony at the writer’s blog today.

Without further ado…introducing Lizzie!

Lizzie was a part of a group of 58 fourth, fifth and sixth grade winners out of 1000. She was 1st place in her school for 4th grade and 2nd place in the district. This award has been given since 1970. The name came from Caldecott and Newbery. She won a  $25 gift card to Barnes and Noble and a ribbon and certificate. Calbery5

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Parents, always encourage the creativity in your child/children. You never know what you’re gonna get:)

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Congratulations, Lizzie!

Congratulations Clara!

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Yes, I’m aware that April is National Poetry Month, but I couldn’t resist sharing this special shout out with you guys :) Happy Friday, creatives!

Today, I’m sending out a big ole congratulations to my nine-year old granddaughter and namesake, Clara Elizabeth. I was informed by her mother, my daughter-in-law, that Clara recently won first place at her school for her book of poems!

The award ceremony is May 18th and I will be posting pictures of the event. In the meantime, I want to share one of her poems (unedited) with my audience!

NIGHT.
Dusk has fell,night has come,
now comes out the dark from hell,
the stars from above light up the sky,
like a dove shining bright,
creepy shadows climb up the walls scaring bacteria out of your jaws, dusk has fell, night has come,
close your eyes,day is done

What do you think? Does this child have creative potential? And what proud parent/grand parent doesn’t think this about their beautiful little darlings? :)

Always treat yourself special…

Introducing Chicago Author and Journalist, Karen Ford

Clara,

“Thank you for your assistance in helping writers reach an audience and for your willingness to introduce me to your audience. ”  k

Happy Mother’s Day come Sunday to all moms of the world! In response to sentiments from my guest author today, I found the greatest authentic quote on my LinkedIn page:

“You don’t need a reason to help people.”  Zora Neale Hurston.  Come get acquainted with Chicago author and journalist, Karen Ford as she provides insights from her  book, Thoughts of a Fried Chicken Watermelon Woman. Make sure to pick up a copy in support.

Karen Ford

Women of an indiscriminate age are seen as faceless, sexless shapes with almost no value save being wives, mothers, caregivers or comic punch lines. But it’s even worse for Black women. There is no place for us in film or television. (It’s ironic that the only middle-aged Black woman prevalent in film today is actually portrayed by a man.) With the exception of traditional gospel music, we’re not part of the music industry. We’re not broadcast or print reporters or columnists. Other than Maya Angelou, Terry McMillan and Toni Morrison, we’re not widely read. So we remain voiceless.

The other side is that the average Black person in America is voiceless as well. When a subject pertaining to Black people comes up, media people reach out to Dr. Cornell West or Rev. Jesse Jackson or Rev. Al Sharpton. Not to denigrate these gentlemen but they do not speak for me or the millions of Americans like me. We are not a monolithic people and I, for one, take great offense at being treated as such.

When a tornado strikes a small town or when someone shoots up a school, reporters talk to the victims. They speak with the people involved. They don’t call their stock individuals who speak for the White folks involved. Why should it be any different for Black people?

Bio:

Karen Ford is the author of Thoughts of a Fried Chicken Watermelon Woman (Total Recall Press 2014) and the blog, Caviar & Grits (www.caviar&grits.com). Ford serves 3rd Vice President of the National Writers Union, UAW 1981, the only trade union for freelance writers. The union is comprised of over 1400 writers in every genre.As a freelance journalist for over 20 years, Ford has written for a number of local, national and international publications including the Chicago Tribune, Chicago Parent magazine, the Citizen Newspapers, Screen Magazine and Lutheran Woman Today. Her corporate clients have included the University of Illinois, the Chicago Labor Education Project, the Illinois Business Development Authority and the Women in Business Yellow Pages. She has written political ad copy for several local and county candidates and co-authored the book Get That Cutie in Commercials.Karen Ford received her BA with a focus in political science and her MS in public service management from DePaul University. She has a certificate in union organizing from the AFL-CIO Organizing Institute and a certificate in teaching community college from the Encore Organization of Harold Washington College. Ford is married with four children and loves to read, dance, cook and travel in her spare time. She lives with her husband in Chicago.

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Thoughts of A Fried Chicken Watermelon Woman  is Available on Alibris.com, Amazon.com, BarnesandNoble.com and BooksAMillion.com.

Author Contact info:
Karen Ford
773-509-5058

 

 

 

A Poet Who is Learning To Fly

Happy Friday, readers, writers and authors! I receive  emails from  women at least once a week, who are indecisive about their career change, who are wondering if they can make it in the freelance writing arena and who question whether they should delay continuing their desired education major to follow their dreams.

Change is scary, but the fearless creative will learn to fully recognize, embrace and share their gifts, while remaining true to who they are.

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Tory Burnett is a young mother and music production major who is exploring life’s priorities, passions and purpose. She is extremely interested in doing children’s stories and comics. Tory gave me permission to share some of her poems with my adoring and supportive readers/followers here at the blog… I’m talking about y’all:)

Join me in welcoming Tory to Clara54 writer’s blog. This young creative is spreading her wings and definitely learning to fly!

Love In Motion

It began as a thought;
I was attracted to your fluid motion.
Which urged me to walk
Upon you with such notion.
To my surprise,
Your voice was only the beginning.
Hardly did I visualize that you’d be the one to make love arise.
Better yet, keep my head spinning & face grinning.
Passion screams through your aura.
Wisdom whispers with your words.
Lying next to you feels like floating in water..
As your stories sing soft tunes of birds.
I lose sleep.
Yet, thrive from your energy.
Moments transform into minutes, hours, days, then weeks..
As we create synergy.
Our love metamorphosed into three.
The rapid motion of our souls’ interconnections formed the greatest blessing.
JAH proving existence to our disbelief;
No need in confessing..
But, This is fate.
Breeding life inside of me;
Generated from the man whose life I wish to partake.. In.
Life as we’ve known draws to an end.
Out, she emerged.
Marley Sky, our entire world;
Signifying how greatly love shall intensify.
She is every bit of you and I;
Sending us roller coasting through every emotion.
We are the roots from which she grows.
We are the oceans through which she flows.
We are Love in motion.
Color of My Skin

The color of my skin
Does not advertise sin.
Its history is rooted from deep within;
Resilient as a tree standing against wind.

The color of my skin
Does not equal less than.
I am no math equation,
Yet the use of persuasion to sell me to slave nations has added to the problems I’m facing.

The color of my skin
Comes with a warning.
Buyer BEWARE: this one is rare.
From the varying hues my naked body wears
To the exotic look of my wild hair.

The color of my skin
Speaks volumes from within–
Swaying souls through EVERY music genre WE began;
Feeding hungry hearts with our cooking pots and pans.

The color of my skin
Proves the love of an Almighty Source.
For my ancestors never let up on their course,
And our Divine Creator showed us it is we he adores.

The color of my skin
Should not intimidate men.
However, fear is the result of ignorance.
Hardly do they understand the skin in which I prance.

The color of my skin
Is where the human lifeline begins.

Rain(older writing)
Sitting on cloud nine, she goes by the name Nimbus. I can take you to the sky.. if you lend me a few minutes. Though time will be your least concern when I finish. I lay my head to rest to feel tears welling upon Nimbus’ chest; And her tears stain the Earth as rain. For a moment, I share her pain. But feelings quickly change as I listen to the subtle melody her tears sang. I look down upon earth, as I accept this feeling of rebirth. I observe its inhabitants dodge and duck for cover. Inside, I wonder why they hide from their own mother, Nature. I whisper sweet lullabies in hopes of soothing Nimbus. While drying tears from her eyes, I realize Earth must bear her burden another seven minutes. Yet, the Earth her burden replenish. Overwhelmed with a sense of unknown Joy, I feel light as a feather. I notice Nimbus and I floating pass a rainbow by the name of Roy. His grin was rather coy. He then tells me if it appears too often, his essence those on Earth would no longer enjoy.

Visions(old writing)

I envision a greater nation no longer seduced by Satan. A nation no longer reduced to hating. A nation focused on praying and hearing God’s answers, rather than false sayings from bystanders. A nation with children born of manners. So I’m planting my future through seeds that I sow…but you won’t find any in the plants I blow. The thought of reaping isn’t my only incentive for hope. I pay attention to all details through a microscope. I’m learning to appreciate the smaller figures in order to comprehend the bigger picture. And, that prayer and faith make one hell of a mixture.. There’s a paradox for the books. Ain’t it funny how God will put you through hell & have you shook just to fix ya? Taking his route(root) is like fleeing dementia. They got us hidden from the truth and our minds polluted with false proofs. While everyone is worried what’s cool, I’m focused on the deliverance of my succeeding gene pool. Oh Jehovah! You will rule. I pray everyday you use me as your tool. Humble these wise men into fools.

Keep shining, Tory Burnett!  To connect with Tory, visit her social media sites.

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More Sites Seeking Your Writing Pearls

Happy Saturday, creatives!  This weekend I’m spending quality time with my grandchildren. I hardly get to see them because my son and daughter-in-law live out of state.  You can imagine the “grandma” bubble of joy I’m in right now:)

My post is short, but serves up three grand resources for newbie & seasoned writers who are looking to get their creativity on!

Angie’s | Stories, Art, Essays, Philosophy, Psychology, Fiction

    Angie accepts poetry and story submissions from every caliber of writings. And gives you an opportunity to make influencer connections around the globe with other writers and authors. Your work published on this site also builds your brand credibility.

    DREAMQUESTONE.COM Andre West, Editor/CEO

    Andre accepts your poetry, prose and short stories for fiction and poetry contests where you can make a profit from submitting your creative pearls.

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    Ms.Nikki Skies is a writer, lecturer, workshop facilitator, Dana Foundation Arts Fellow and playwright with a jamming, soulful poetry/story site that I’m still languishing over. Ms. Nikki is seeking guest blog post submissions! Go here for more info : https://lnkd.in/b7Pb-zb

    I’m hoping these sites get jump-start your creative juices, even on rainy days like today, in my neck of the woods. Chili today! :)

     

    My Experience As A Beta Reader

    Are you in the market for a Beta Reader? Let’s discuss terms.

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    Good morning! When a writer and new author asked me to be a beta reader for her memoir recently, first of all I was honored and second of all, I wondered what the heck had I gotten myself into for agreeing to do such an important task.

    Needless to say, the experience was a win/win for both parties. A Beta Reader is a person who brings a clear set of eyes to the manuscript to look for typos, grammatical errors,  confusion, cohesive mishaps and overall reader likability , before the author sends it off to an editor for final proofing, or places it in the hands of a publisher.

    My experience led me to read a great slice of authentic storytelling, offer my unbiased opinion and help out a colleague who needed an honest evaluation of her memoir.

    As a book reviewer with over a decade of writing reviews under my belt, I didn’t feel like l was heading for uncharted waters, however, the temptation to avoid book reviewer “critique” mode was hard to suppress. Luckily for me, the author didn’t chastise me for suggesting areas where she might want to tweak a phrase or two:)

    Anyone can read a finished manuscript to give honest feedback to its author. Your family members and friends might not be your best choices as they most likely wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings. However, other writers, colleagues and people from your online connections would make good beta readers. Becoming a Beta Reader can also be a lucrative career move for the savvy freelance writer.

    thbaby read  What are your thoughts on beta readers and would you recommend this route for authors with completed manuscripts, before publication? If you have served in this capacity, feel free to share your experiences with us.

    In Honor of National Poetry Month:The Works of Poet & Artist, Henry L. Jones

    Good Morning Friday! I’m blessed to be back on the blog this morning. Please send up an extra prayer for the victims of last night’s Tornado. Today, I have a special treat for all of my readers and new friends who happen to stop by:)

    Mr. Henry  L. Jones, a former Chicagoan, is an artist and poet whose works over the years have garnered him much praise and accolades… Please enjoy his artistic offerings in celebration of National Poetry Month.

    STRANGERS FOR PRETENDING
    Strangers walked by
    wearing masks
    layered with makeup
    no promises
    make love to me
    don’t look into my eyes
    or try to touch me
    make the skin warm
    and move the heart
    let me pretend
    to be alive real
    the fears
    of my childhood
    lost in stolen innocence
    who understands the shame
    of the hidden child who hides under the stairs
    and looks at
    who walks by
    keeping quiet
    as people pass
    laughter fell
    from their lips
    dripping greed
    to cannibalize
    their flesh
    mouths eat
    and bite
    till the pain
    becomes pleasure
    dry lips become wet with desire
    but nothing seems
    to fill their emptiness
    souls so vacant
    but many residents.

    Henry L. Jones
    (From Run into Blackness: Feeling My Poetic Gumbo, Pneuma Publishing International, Inc.)

    Martin Luther King painting King without a Crown by Henry   Jones

    Henry L. Jones in his art studio                                  Run into Blackness Image                                       Henry Jones standing by sculpture Mother Earth in Scarritt   Bennett exhibit

    Meructio by Henry Jones                                                              To Dance without Heartache by Henry Jones

     

    Henry L. Jones is an award-winning artist and writer who struggles. From those struggles, he discovered a healing power from his ability to create artwork. His art delves into the forces, which shape things whether social causes, spiritual transformation or community affairs. Jones uses the journey of art to find answers about the causes of social issues, such as poverty, violence, injustice, history and other plights. He wants to understand why events happened in the past and how they’ll impact our future.

    In many of his artworks, he blends experiences and images with references to his Black heritage (both Diasporic and mainland African cultural links). Then, he’s able to tap into the forces using his art technique which he coined “gibbing” to visually portray interacting forces, provocative images and colorful patterns. Gibbing is a way of painting, which enables him to take in experiences and then unleash them as an artistic expression. It is his core creativity. This involves applying paint with his hands instead of brushes to translate the messages.

    Jones is a contemporary Griot seeking ears and eyes to hear and see his stories of redemption, hope and healing in his artwork. He’s an award-winning artist who’s received awards, juried exhibit invitations and grants. His art has hung in museums, galleries, universities and cultural centers. Jones is a Fisk University alumnus and a native Detroit-er and transplant from Chicago.

     

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