WE’VE GOT THE POWER

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WE’VE GOT THE POWER

The lights dim and you can hear the soprano sax in the stairwell echoing a rambunctious discordance. It provides background to the dull hiss of the noise track the DJ’s cued up and everyone who talks over it.

A musician walks out with a kora, handmade from the driftwood of the Delaware River.

Another musician walks out and starts kicking the keys of an upright piano, the not-so-subtle signal for the crowd’s dull din to slow.

Sounds of the saxophone descend the stairwell and enter the darkened hall. Held by a hooded figure, an African Lion in a cloud of fire emblazoned across the breast of the player, who is busy summoning the heartbeats of the ancestors with squeals of lightning struck out by his every puff of thunder.

The room is shook to pause. Everyone frozen as this chieftain rounds the room and takes his throne. From there he begins to strum the winds to storm. The kora like a sorcerer’s staff bending under the weight of all the years casting spells. He does this till everyone is properly stewed and mind’s are blown.

Then the golden soprano sax is again drawn. It lights up the room all on its own. Staccatos and frequencies that jar the audience to life.
The whole crowd snapping fingers, shouting, “Yeah, man! Go!”
Kicking legs, toppling drums. Piano again kicked to riff some dreams to be born. The whole sound cosmic. Like Sun Ra re-embodied. But this ain’t the Marshall Allen show. This is the midnight after hours post-show. Desert to a five course meal. It has some of that same soul and takes it further with elements of magic exposed by the light of the moon.

The sparks fly upwards. West Philly atmosphere grows. All those healing tones. And everyone knows…these moments fill the spiritual impact of all this city’s potholes. Chemistry for the heart chakra.

Zip! Zoop! Doo bop! Beep! Bam! Boom! Go Man! Go!

The machine can cut at the life chords. Stomp on this city’s residents’ souls. Pound away at them with all that concrete gloom and doom. Tear away at the pieces that are dearest to hold. But no one’s got the power to make the legends grow old. They’re not dying, no. They’re growing more power, full! Feeling the call. Blasting those spiritual hymns and tones. The jazz that’s needed to take us home. Back to our hearts immemorial!

Reminding us, we’ve got the power! We are the power of storms!

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WE’VE GOT THE POWER

Haiku #1021


Over the last few weeks, I’ve been playing around with old haikus. Here is a haiku I wrote while hiking in the redwoods last January.

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Haiku #1021

Haiku #1010


Over the last few weeks, I’ve been playing around with old haikus. Here is a haiku I wrote beneath a waterfall in the desert of Boulder, UT last September.

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Haiku #1010

Help me finish writing my first novel!

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For any amount you’ll get access to my collections past and future of Travel By Haiku, as well as a behind the scenes look at a novel I’ve been writing for four years now. Give a little more and you’ll be able to read the rough drafts of this novel as well as other collections I’ve published in the past.

The novel I’m working on is about the first road trip I took across the country in 2014. A lot of you have already heard excerpts from it, but for those who haven’t, it takes place mostly in a month-long stretch between San Francisco, Big Sur, and LA featuring a style of borderline fiction and beatnik reflection leaving the reader breathless, caught between dream worlds, seeking the meaning of the American Dream in general. This will be the opening saga of the Marshall Deerfield legend and I am restless to get it to its completion.

I really appreciate any support this winter, since I won’t have as many opportunities to type on the streets and as a result I’ll be living pretty frugally. If you’ve enjoyed my writing in the past, this would be a great chance to support me while engaging in the process.

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Help me finish writing my first novel!

News & Updates 1/7/2019

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Hey all,

I’m back to working on the novel I started writing four years ago, about the first road trip I took across the country in 2014. I’ve spent the last couple days digitizing my journals written during my transits between LA, Big Sur, Yosemite, and San Francisco. This whole process has been a lesson of how I should finish projects when I start them, because as I delay bringing this narrative to a close, several other narratives have been backed up in the process. I imagine I have two other whole novels to write once this one is complete. In the meantime, I have to trust that when I began writing this novel in 2015, I didn’t quite know how to write it and it has taken me the last four years of experiences to figure out how to give all of its characters and the social movements contained within, a proper voice to uplift the nation they take place in. Your patience and patronage is much appreciated as this year is hopefully the year that marks the first part of the Deerfield Legend receiving a conclusion.

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Wish me luck, and in the meantime here are some haikus and musings to read over from my journal dated, 11/23/2014 in Yosemite Valley, CA:

Western desert

purity in quiet

sand bottom of earth

 

Mountain enchantment

cliffs hanging over valleys

supernatural sky and earth

 

The Yukon

the gold standard

American destiny 

 

Fire spirit    Ice spirit    Mountain spirit

Wind Spirit    Road spirit    Lake spirit

Water spirit     Bear Spirit    Cliff spirit

Earth spirit    Wolf spirit    Nature spirit

The Yosemite has all these things….

News & Updates 1/7/2019

Winter Tour 2018 – Don’t Forget The Magic

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Hey all, my tour kicks off today in Atlanta! I hope to see you out, somewhere along the East Coast. Ma Ja Ka has returned and is ready to share some light on the shadows. Don’t forget the magic! Shadow keep on, keepin’ on!

Ma Ja Ka – Poetry Tour, Winter 2018
DECEMBER 2018
4 – at The Bakery Atlanta in Atlanta, GA
6 – at Moon Lake Manor in Atlanta, GA
8 – at McDonalds in Athens, GA
8 – at The Mill in Athens, GA
9 – at Rainbow Cave in Savannah, GA
12 – at Whirligig Stage in Greeneville, NC
14 – at house show in Asheville, NC
15 – at Carriage House in Blacksburg, VA
18 – at Rhizome DC in Washington DC
19 – at The Crown in Baltimore, MD
20 – at The Random Tea Room & Curiosity Shop in Philadelphia, PA

Winter Tour 2018 – Don’t Forget The Magic