Royal Guard by MamiesShosho

Diamonds clear burn the suns view and she’s off to 5th Avenue, shopping.

Hide green under sofas at the neighbor’s.

Still yet, we should say the mall has relocated to Jupiter.

I don’t know if she understands our directions.

Well, look at how she allows the moon to stalk her windows without shades up or down.

That star dweller is using birds to leave tweets, hinting about the latest jewels.

How can I live without her day long interference within my timing?

Please, keep me posted.

She didn’t buy that at Harry Winston’s.

Harlen d’Officious

What comes over that girl?  Greedley orders chicken double dipped just when the Marsalis Family gathers Night Fever.

Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter

Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter

Don’t allow her to sit for any amount of time.

Sticky sweet tea and chocolate cake covers the new upholstery and seconds freshly lick plates crowding the back two rows.

Theatre rats want everything.  Do you see how they parked Lady Liberty in the Hudson?  She will not place one toe on Manhattan until every person there can earn very good food beyond paper plated grease without door service.

Tribeca Beauty

Mad writer in the place.

Look, the owner’s hat is on me when youth emerges — lights, action, fashion!

You are beautiful in MATT BERNSON | Tribeca.  

Pencil in opportunity next.  


Delicious desires

In my home, but outside all the same. Cold air sneezes and wandering children knowing warmth is just where they left it. Can comfort cuddle up by faucets running full on soured milk and penny cookies? The dogs just want a little more compassion than what is shared ordinarily. Do not watch crime shows or horror stories to the degree of muddying up tomorrow. Acting without a union card or talent is doing a job inside skirts edging through caked slime. It’s how you know when you are outside, nothing matters more than getting in.

Harlem Gems

Have you visited Harlem this year?

Come for food, seeing with beautiful arms outstretched just waiting to embrace with friendly smiles and stimulating conversation.  Not everyone has their name emblazoned on a building, but those that do are stalwart, heavy weights worth a flight up or down to see what all the commotion is about.  The word about Harlem is and always has been to keep her beautiful.  So bring your sweet self here.

Oh, and don’t be so nosy that you sneak too many peeks at the monumental family outside Harlem Hospital on Lenox.  They saw you.  Yeah…that was you looking at a healthy black family.

They are beautiful.

Visit  twice, and then decide to remain among the good people here.

Photo by Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter.          Miss Nova Ford of Harlem.

Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter.   Miss Nova Ford of Harlem.


Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter.   Black Art by Ron.

Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter. Black Art by Ron.

Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter.   Adam Clayton Powell on 125th.

Photo credit: Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter.
Adam Clayton Powell, Jr.  on my mind.

National Bookstore Day for the BookPeople Nation (Only at BookPeople)

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Citizens of BookPeople Nation (that’s you!) we are pleased to announce a special day of fun, frivolity and bookish jubilation! Inspired by the success of California Bookstore Day, we here at BookPeople are devoting an entire day to celebrating everything we love about the wonderful world of books. This special day is ONLY happening at BookPeople, nowhere else in the country!

Mark your calendars forSaturday, August 16, the first ever National Bookstore Day for the BookPeople Nation! (Only at BookPeople.) 

We have many festivities planned! Bring the kids down for a Very, VERY Special Storytime! We’ll unveil the official BookPeople 100, a compilation of our booksellers’ best loved books of all time! We’ll test your lit wits with Literary Trivia! Awaken your inner poet with a Magnetic Poetry-A-Thon! Give you a sneak peek of new books coming out this Fall! Announce our Big Fall Author Event Line-Up! Introduce…

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Dr. Angelou


I wrote to you when I thought spare and clean could help restore a measure recognizable to one who cares.  Invisible ink and tears blowing up snot in certain circles to redbrick flour lining my steps and Daddy reeled because he knew.  I wrote and millers mud cake tainted boots, booked me on hot flights from that hell.  I wrote on crossed knee, engines swirling sciatically inferior, but I knew.  Dr. Angelou I licked greens in the forest, four years before I knew your light crackled creeks to swell heightening degrees.

Go.  Do not miss anyone else.

Thank you.