Whuttitdundid?! As you may already know, my name is Tish Jones, tho some call me TeeJay, and I am a spokenword artist/MC/Teacher/Activist/Organizer here in the Twin Cities. I am also the Founder, Executive & Artistic Director of TruArtSpeaks, which is a local arts & youth based non-profit that has been in operation since January of 2006. I've been doing my thing for about 7 years now, both in and out of state. And I'm working on a cd, no rush, but its coming;-)
As far as myspace goes, I'm on here to kick it, maybe book a couple shows on the side, lol... (Music Page coming soon then I'll be on here bout my bizness). So drop me a note in both directions, bizness or pleasure. I'll get back wit you. Deucez, Jones.
Who I'd like to meet: Meagan Good, Talib Kweli, Common, Mos Def, Mumia Abu-Jamal, M1, Erykah Badu, & Some Mo Folks! lol!
I'll be on radio. I'll be at Vera's. You can be anywhere. Plug 208. 109. 24. 34:8020/listen. pls into your browser or go to TwinCitiesRadio. net. Better yet, show up on the patio with the sun going down. 2901 Lyndale S. Wednesday, August 20.
SO I DECIDED THAT THE BEST THING FOR ME TO DO WAS TO COME HOME DIRECTLY AFTER THE CLUB AND DELETE THAT FOOLISH COMMENT AS FOR YOU... RID YOUR MEMORY OF IT AND ALL THE JOKE THAT FOLLOWED THERE AFTER AND TELL NOONE ELSE!
you are the very last drop of an exquisite, full bodied, crimson wine.
and it's time. it's time that you know....that like a kiddie book, "i love to read you." i love to drag my fingers softly down your soul...close my eyes, decipher weight, measure substance, your tortured moan is my sustenance.
the cadence of your voice alone guides me home and the butterflies in this stomach fill me with a frenzied brush of downy wings. mmmmm..you tend to make me think all kinds of irreverent things.
those petite tumbling wonders dip and soar literally intoxicated on the unspoken promise of your rapid heart beat, which in itself is a feat because when you touch me i can barely stand on my own....two feet that is...
without your palm to the small of my back that is...
and my cheek hard up against the wall...that is.
your hot breath stirs sensitized skin, i'll take you in..and in return for this blissful haze i'll spill out formal words for days.
while midnight's sharp inhale at the impending morn lets fall her ebony gown in foreplay with the sun, i'll grasp calloused hands so tender. your lips part with a secret smile. our bodies will tell the story that our lips shall not defile...
because your half-crooked grin makes me dizzy and sears straight to my center. you're like my very own personal satisfaction mentor.
so let me be the voice backed by the dawn that drips unspeakable beauty right on down your awakening sky before sleep start sucking gently on our brains and we lose our how, our where, and our why.
and darling, i am spun, spun, spun like a rogue planet out of orbit, dazed by your brilliance and set alight. i am wound up so tight that if i were a bit more brave i might say... i might say...
I miss you and hope you are well. I must...must.... talk to you when you return... I just woke up from a dream about you..again. Oddest Goddess..."that girl spirit woman"
Hey Tish... I know that El Guante emailed you about the TALK STORY SALON but I'm just writing you cuz it would be great if you came through this Friday...let me know if you need any other information.
TALK STORY SALON - an open space in which poets, emcees and writers & artists of all kinds can share their work, hear some constructive criticism and offer their opinions on others’ work as well.
