Posted in Djing, Life decisions, Performing, poetry, Thoughts

1st hump day

Happy New Year and welcome to the first hump day of 2019. Wow! same planet, different time. So, I am starting a journey as a independent freelancer and business owner. I have a least 2 events each week in January.
I have several talents: Poetry, DJ/music, and Podcasts. Each share a different category in my business and I am, definitely, going to be tested with a several gigs this month. Making money doing gigs is going to be an interesting feat everyday.

Here’s what is going in January:

First, I am the new monthly monday host for Monday Poetry reading at Sacramento Poetry Center. The show is great. Plus, it has an open mic part that I enjoy. (I am taken over for Wendy Williams. She definitely believe in me and I appreciate it. Thank you, Wendy.) My first show will be the 7th at 7:30pm. My feature is Khalypso, a profound poet who was just appointed Sacramento youth poet Laureate.

Next, I am still the resident DJ of Comedy Burger at Momo’s and Sac Poetry Slam at Luna’s Cafe. I am grateful for both shows But I do have to sell my show tickets to live. Plus, I have new events: I am the DJ for Erica Ambrin at Holy Divers on the 13th and a feature poet for Brandon’s new poetry show: Spittin at Channel Brewing in Stockton on the 25th.

Advertising needs to be active. I have several places where I perform. I entertain a lot more than serve. So, I need to advertise heavy because I need to monetize each gig. Marketing has become my new obstacle. I have never needed to do it because most of my jobs never expected me too. But now, I need it to make money for my business. I am not afraid to talk to people but I never wanted to become a salesman: Never see people as new targets. My life mission is bigger than that.

Finally, I need to expand into the podcast community. I have produced a few shows and work on Fat chicks on top podcast currently. I will record my Monday Poetry readings for future use. I have a few ideas that seem lucrative. But, it all comes down to active engagement with the community.

Well, my month is going to be busy. If you want to check me out and you live near or in the Sacramento area, then go to my website and check my events listed with my social media platforms.

If you want to hire me for DJing your event, recording your song, creating your podcast, hosting your show, or performing poetry; then go to A Serious Production or call 707-867-1411.

Posted in Fatherhood, Fitness, Life decisions, Performing, Poems, poetry, Thoughts

Ode to my life (Day 7)

I was born a son that became a brother.
A soldier who became a College graduate; twice
a boyfriend/lover that turn into a father; twice.
But missed the role of husband; shame.


a high school basketball player(center); 1 season
Tae Kwon Do student(Blue Belt); fought a Korean boxer and got silver.
wrestling champion (bronze); never got the medal they owed me.

5k color runner(twice); never ran a marathon.


When I was young I like poetry but, it wasn’t hip-hop.
So, I became an emcee with no DJ.
So, I became a DJ without a studio.
So, I became an engineer but they needed music.
So, I became a producer but didn’t play an instrument.
So, I became a musician
and threw it all away to be a poet.

Posted in Life decisions, poetry, Thoughts

The Office (Day 6)

Pass beyond a security door and enter large room to meet the time clock. The clock is a Nazi but that is okay, I have to punch it daily. I sit in a 4X5 cubic space in the center of the room. The enclosure has no window to eliminate the distraction of scenery and time. Pictures of beaches fill Bob’s cubicle wall but time carry a knife and comes by every hour to prick our necks. A reminder that our lives lost time. Time kills.

Gluten-free Jeanine silently finishes the last danish from the coffee table. This room would be a quiet place if, not for the tap, tap, tapping on the keyboards.

I monitor the monitors monitoring me. An audiovisual stand-off. As artificial lighting overhead illuminates. Jane tolerates a migraine daily. My calendar is my conscience that ponders what I ponder: garbage in – garbage out.

Dave got fired yesterday. Vultures circle his unmanned desk. I got dibs on the multi-colored markers.

From the break room, the smell of burnt popcorn wafts. It is the perfume of the damned. I scrap together six coins to pay the dealer’s new price: A-3, Snicker bar, please. Office refrigerator stores memories of employees long gone. Passive aggressive notes mark our slow descent into hell. Keep your hands off my sandwich – Phil. Boss brings her special creamer to work and signs her name on it. A sharpie will not stop me. I dump half in the sink and leave a thank you note from Phil.

I trick myself everyday by saying I belong here and this is what I deserve. My therapist says I’m in an abusive relationship with my job.

Yesterday, there was a training video about office shooters. Not sure, if it was prevention or tutorial. Will see how the next evaluation goes?