Friday, October 26, 2012

Senior Executive Editor's Ink: Innoence's stored

Innocence’s stored

By: Isis Harris

1993; ways to go before graduation.

Yet, within two months and two days determination would lead to me being ghost.

Seen “School Daze” more times than I could count and watched NBC Thursday night line up FAITHFULLY.

Denise Huxtable  went off to a (make believe) Historically Black college she introduced us Black Northern kids to apart of the South that went way beyond SLAVERY, COTTON , RED CLAY and CORNBREAD.

Thus, not even the Love of a good man was going to keep me around; I was out without apology and back then I was too young to know how a non-college man could be so threaten by the concept of college boys. But then Mr. Man knew something about me that I hadn’t discovered about myself.

But what I did know back then was that I wanted (him) MR. MAN!!!

Like most he sized me up to be a GoOd GiRl; keeping me close enough to entertain, but far enough to not live in my world; just a passerby full of curiosity.

Mr. Man would say as he kissed my elbow there or caressed my breast with a gentleness born out of temporary wonder that,“ When I met whomever to remember him”…LOL

There was this seductive pleasure he got from knowing me before all the rest.

Having more on my mind then just foreplay, I decide that I was going to prove that I was grown and fabulous and after seeing the movie “Boomeranging” for the up-tin time, I was going to show up in a rain coat and much of nothing else.

Carefully selected the bright cherry bra and lacy panties cover only by a green olive rain coat, I presented myself for the taking.  Like a birthday gift open at the after party from the party.

As we entered the room and after some small talk he like a gentlemen asked to take my coat; I like the drama queen that I was then and still am to some degree, dropped the coat to the floor.  

His smile and the sparkle in his eye told it all; he was intrigued by my unexpected conduct.

Feeling empowered I continue with my seductive mission and he was that close to giving in.

Bra to the left and panties to the right; sheets like a balloon- multiple colors with the heat of our passion moving us beyond his initial expectation and then HE STOP!!!

Did he say it was for my benefit (yes) and did he sincerely mean it (yes). Knowing that the breaks he put on the whole thing had more to do with him than me.

A day later with the same care that he sent me on my way, I sent the red Victoria Secret two piece in a private postage packaged and made sure Mr. Man had something to remember me by.

1995; she called self-identifying as a new girlfriend wanting to know the last time I saw (him) Mr. Man.

                                                            I knew I had not been forgotten…

Friday, October 5, 2012

Senior Executive Editor's Ink:Poetic Life Statement

Poetic Life Statement!!!


“Elijah went before the people and said, “How long will you waver between two opinions?

If the LORD is God, follow him; but if Baal is God, follow him.”

But the people said nothing.” –1 Kings 18:21 NIV

Sleeping Beauty is Awaken…..My Heart is Free……My Laugh Return to Me like

—Sarah—when the Angels spoke of Isaac!! Oil from the Groomsmen’s Candles—lighting

the path for the outpouring of my Alabaster Box!! Can you dig my POETOLOGY OF


This is a Conversation for all those who are willing to be Authentic!! For as Quiet as it’s

kept I do have a PULSE and Unapologetically so!!.... Never was into Quantity but know a

little something about Quality…

Just in case you didn’t hear me the first time… Here, I stand….free of the Dust….Walking

on Water!!..Taking a deep breath…as I am no longer SUFFICATED by Yesteryear’s


Childhood goals restored like pennies collected at a wishing well….LADYBUG’s a

GROWN WOMAN now Daddy: No Longer Looking for you in the Shadows of Future

Memories…..floating in the ripple of a Watery Grave!! Being kept ….by—God the Alpha

& the Omega …whose Love…. I’ll never understand.

The Husband of My YOUTH—…Loved me….. but he Believed so much in the SUPREMME…

that he didn’t have ears to hear the ORDINARY-ME

thus…Forgiveness…set……Him FREE….. And I learned the difference between Men I

minister too and Men I CAN???? It’s of no Wonder I never thought to Write Wedding Vows!!

Took a ROLL in THE DEEP the next time, I choose to rest this tender Heart at Love’s

Sanctuary Door for…. Adele sings for us ALL!!

Nevertheless, the identity CRISIS is over…not Looking for “Someone Like HIM”…..need

a Sunday Love that will make it past mid-week…. For it is only when You….seek… shall…

You find!!

God Bless…. Boaz & the Kinsmen Redeemer…..but even THEIR stories don’t fit me!! The

Angel spoke these WORD to me…It is better to light a little Candle than waste…time

cursing the Darkness!! Ruth was an HONORABLE sister but she is Not ME and I am not


My Needs…..Non-Conventional.. My Legacy... one of COURAGE no longer overwhelmed

when the Trumpet sounds and He calls for me…by the Thunder… Like Elijah

I’ve learned to set Fire to the Rain!! And be OPEN TO MY NEW ASSIGNMENTS.

There is a memory of my future that lies in my SOUL!! My Great-Grandparents got 75

years out of this thing….. before death did them part. And since God be the same God

today that He was yesterday…. as a REMNANT to that Truth …..I will trust the Process…

even during the GROWNing PAINS.Whether it’s birth in Hopeless or a Wealth place… I

am READy for LOVE!!

I will submit to Him whose RIB, I possess. For both Eve and Mary both were blessed by

God’s ongoing Conversation with Man!! I will LEARN what HE Teaches and I will be still

until the FULLNESS OF TIME!!!

I will Submit to the Mercy Seat of God and Love even when unlovable actions have been

committed.Trusting God to Place order where order needs to be Placed not just for a day

but for a Life time.

I will Submit to the Revelation of God who knows my every need. My rising and setting

and who will Endow Him with that UNDERSTANDING because FAITH cometh by


I will Submit to THE GRACE and Authority on His Life to COVER ME!!! To Speak

LIFE…..To My Womb and I will impart in His offspring like Milk from a mother’s Breast

the gift of POETRY, of SONG, of CREATIVE PRAISE and will raise them in the WORD

of the Lord and the Anointing that makes me a SECOND generation/last chance

Preacher/Pastor/Overseer… will be available to God’s appointed AMONG THEM!!.

And Yet, there is still more to Give (cheerfully) because He will impart in them an integrity

to serve with regards to Family, Community and Work ethics. He will teach them the

Principles of Manhood and the value of Womanhood.

And together We will transfer to them Generational Wealth in the form of Collective

History, Monetary Resources and Intellectual Wisdom whether through the value of self

and/or classroom study. Finely we will stand in the Gap until they are call by the Thunder.

Because there is: Still room at the Cross!! A Nation yet to be Born!!!



Master Short Story Writer's Spotlight: October 2012

Edward P. Jones
Edward P. Jones grew up in Washington, D.C., where his mother worked as a dishwasher and hotel maid to support Jones and his brother and sister. Though she couldn't read or write herself, Jones's mother encouraged her son to study, and eventually a Jesuit priest who knew Jones suggested he apply for a scholarship at the College of the Holy Cross in Massachusetts. There, Jones discovered the odd fact that in the antebellum South, there had been free black people who owned black slaves.

"It was a shock that there were black people who would take part in a system like that," he later told a Boston Globe interviewer. "Why didn't they know better?" That question stayed with Jones for more than 20 years and would eventually inspire his first novel, The Known World. After graduating from Holy Cross with a degree in English, Jones moved back to Washington, D.C., and began writing short stories, aiming to create a portrait of his city in the mode of James Joyce's Dubliners. He attended writing seminars, then earned an M.F.A. in creative writing from the University of Virginia, but he felt that neither writing nor teaching was a reliable enough source of income. He took a day job as a business writer for an Arlington, Virgina, nonprofit, and held it for almost 19 years -- during which he published his first short-story collection, Lost in the City, which was nominated for a National Book Award. He also began planning his first novel, composing and revising chapters entirely in his head. Jones had just taken a five-week vacation to start writing the book when he found out he was being laid off, so he lived on severance pay and unemployment during the few months it took him to finish his first draft. The Known World was published in 2003, 11 years after Lost in the City. "With hard-won wisdom and hugely effective understatement, Mr. Jones explores the unsettling, contradiction-prone world of a Virginia slaveholder who happens to be black," wrote Janet Maslin in The New York Times Book Review. Jonathan Yardley of the Washington Post Book World called the book "the best new work of American fiction to cross my desk in years." Though some reviewers have praised the author's impressive research, Jones insists he made almost everything up. During the 10 years he spent thinking about his novel, he accumulated shelves full of books about slavery, but ultimately he read none of them, choosing instead to write the book that had already taken shape in his mind. The depth and detail of Jones's fictional Manchester County has been compared with William Faulkner's Yoknapatawpha County; Martha Woodroof of National Public Radio also noted similarities to Dickens, in that Jones spins "a densely populated, sprawling story built around a morally bankrupt institution." Despite all the attention he's earned, Jones seems unwilling to assume the role of celebrity writer. "If you write a story today, and you get up tomorrow and start another story, all the expertise that you put into the first story doesn't transfer over automatically to the second story," he explained in an online chat on . "You're always starting at the bottom of the mountain. So you're always becoming a writer. You're never really arriving."