R.I.P. Tonya" Dayo" Bailey.

R.I.P. O.D.B.



The number of spirit crossings this year is a testament to these aging days. As a child I viewed thirty as ancient. When I began to approach thirty, I recognized that though my years were increasing , I perceived myself as youthful. In the wake of those who are in my age group returning to the essence, I find my spirit conflicted about it all. At thirty, I am a proficient writer who still has not learned how to type. Go fiqure! But for the first time, I am not guilt ridden. I am what I am. I am just happy to be at all on a day like this.



Dayo will be funeralized on Saturday, November 20 @ 11:30 a.m @ 15th Avenue in Nashville. She is the second writer-sister-friend that has been taken by cancer this year (Katrina "K-Luv" Lewis returned in February). These occurances make it all so real to me...this thing we know to be 'life'. As a parent, it hits me so hard every time I find myself facing death. Which crossed my path last night...& the night before. It's only prayer that keeps them from ringing my neck.



See me & Magnificent below:



PEACE+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

For the past few months, I have been trapped in a growth spurt. I use the word trapped because I did not necessarily have to run the range of emotion that I have in order to grow, but I appreciate God's way of doing things nonetheless.



I am living out my dream.



I just returned from a vicarious vacation to Asia with Count Bass D. In order to fully simulate, the entire homeskool lesson plan for the past few weeks has been a comprehensive study of Japan. The children totally loved it! In all honesty, I did, too! Count went through some transitions of his own actually being in the mix and all. He says that he has never received so much love. I am so impressed by his happiness in doing what he loves. I will always support his efforts and encourage him to express his genius.



I am hoping to find comfort in completing the artwork for my book. I know--what book, right? On again. Off again. Well, that's not really it. There have been quite a few snags in the road. I hope to have my work in print by the first of the year. I need to make some sharp, snappy decisions about artwork in the upcoming weeks. I know that I don't want digital imaging, per se; but I do want professional. We'll see what happens naturally.



Please reach out and say hey. I'm above ground for a minute.



PEACE.

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"Time waits for no one." --Pernell Elizabeth Young Jackson



In my consciousness, I like to believe that time and space do not exist. In times like these, I run into them head first.



On August 8, Magnificent Young Anane Farrell came into self. He was 8.5 pounds and 20 3/4 inches long. He was the first man-child born at our home. He was the first man-child to seamlessly transition into our living.



I am living out my dream.



"Where Handstands Surprise Us"/Pitchfork Battalion was released this summer. Two of my writings: "Hear the Headstone Rolling Toward the Sun (Remembering Jam Master Jay)" and "Living Out My Dream" are featured. I really dig Mike Smith's piece, "First Place in Little League" (p. 56). Order "Where Handstands Surprise Us" at www.mickeyhess.net for only $10. Mickey requested that I squeeze in during the last days and hours. Asante sana, Mickey!



I am living out my dream.



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Life can & will present itself difficult...at some point.

Keep sharpening until. Eye, myself, am on the grind. Nothing

new...just with more precision.



Two months of anticipation left before we expand our crew from 5 to 6.

This seed has kept me sick day in & out, just like the two male children

that proceeded. It must have something to do with the testosterone because

my daughter's inner presence did not torture me so. Please keep me in you

thoughts. Eye think of you often.



+Singer, Dionne Farris has a new fan group through Yahoo. To join, simply go

to the Yahoo! Groups site by clicking on this link or cutting & pasting it

into your browser:

http://groups.yahoo.com/invite/DionneFarrisFans?&iref=1R9_sngvmwOP5Rq5AJbiW5hHcv8



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where have eye been?



submerged in a whirlwood

of blak & blue bottled

emotion overflowing



eye am showing & proving

my nights keep moving

the sun a little bit closer

to the shadows





+big ups to dj mark luv (Zulu Nation)



+blessings to cousin chris, wifey & the newborn



thank you for your energy.

please reach out to me

orianalee@writehanded.com



UHURU.

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The book is coming along nicely. Eye sleep only when syllables lay my hand to rest.

The best keep me in the cipher. Folk attest to the power of a muse. Feel free to chuckle

because it is funny. Honeysuckle line the path to my dreams.



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Thirty feels novel. A harlequin illustration of broader days.

This earthday to be spent overwhelmed by the mother's drama.

Mad shouts to the birth mama!



"Oriana Lee"-the golden child; joy.

Granny knew all the while. Peace be upon her.



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