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nikki skies

show me a woman not full of herself and i'll show you a hungry person

About Me

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"A name like nikki skIes could inspire some downright cheesy cliches from a cornball like me. Can't you just see it? "big skIes" "the skIes-the limit!" "blue skIes, shinin' on me..." But I will, (ahem) resist such impulses towards cuteness, because nikki's skIes are so much bigger and more vivid. Mean so much more. Real Missouri Moon-y as opposed to half-baked cartoon-y. I have committed to telling you some beautiful truth, because that is what the poetry of nikKi skies does.
Every time I see nikki perform, it is better than the time before. And I am never quite sure how it could have got better, 'cause it was already so tight. It was one of those crazy full-circle culmination moments for me. It was so beautiful. And nothing was more fun then watching people in the audience experience nikki for the first time as she let such TRUTH spill from her lips. She delivers her poems with gutbucket strength and unflagging commitment to the word. To me, that is the yardstick by which to measure a performance of a poem. Not by histrionics or showyness. Mean what you say, and say something really real, really worth saying, tell me your innards. Truthful beauty, beautiful truth. People just sat there with their jaws hanging open, listening to her as she confessed her attraction.
See, here's the thing about being an honest poet. You don't have to write a certain type of poem, you don't have to define yourself as a "love poet" or a "political poet" or label yourself at all. You just bring what's real and if you do it really well, with a ton of skill and talent, you are virtually as good as it gets. All the elements of reality are inextricably a part of the poem of a person who honestly experiences this life and holds the picture up for our contemplation. And that's what nikki is."
Check some writings at:
www.performancepoetry.com, www.getunderground.com and www.timbooktu.com

My Interests

A writer, performer, lecturer, and educator. I serve through my art. Serve my community, family, and ancestors. I accept the responsibility of djali (griot) and promise to write for the preservation of my community, run soup kitchens from my soul.
For booking and contact information go to: www.nikkiskies.com

I'd like to meet:

God in everyone.

Music:

I love soul music... PERIOD! oh, put Lenny Kravitz in there some where! I love old skool hip hop... Rakim, Big Daddy Kane, MC Lyte, Public Enemy. I love the blues, I have the ENTIRE blues notes collection on jazz (the authentic stuff!), I love me some crunk beats! (Hot Boys, David Banner, Lil' Wayne & Jeezy, Ying Yang,... (the lyrics are destructive though). 2Pac LIVES!

Movies:

I love seeing beautiful black people on the screen telling Our stories... Eve's Bayou, Daughters of the Dust, Love Jones, Do The Right Thing, Rosewood, Hotel Rwanda, Eyes on the Prize, The Best Man...

Books:

Anything by Cheikh Anta Diop, Terry McMillian, Bell Hooks, Walter Mosley, Sonia Sanchez, Angela Davis, Dr. Ben, Jolivette Anderson, J. California Cooper, Saul Williams, Queen Afua, Molefi Asante, Dr. Frances Cress Welsing...

My Blog

wrestling

The merlot on my tonguewon't allow me to speakI stain my pillow with attached prayers of something better Fantasybetwixt the Ghana of my mane. AfraidI walk with a cane looped to my belt to beat a fall...
Posted by nikki skies on Thu, 04 May 2006 09:13:00 PST

A Restless Tongue

Like an abadoned hair floating down the tracheait scratches / irritatesslaves the calm these words agitate my restdance discos into limericksand Sunday morning hymnsbuild bones into platforms for soul...
Posted by nikki skies on Wed, 22 Feb 2006 11:31:00 PST

the stories of Haiku

I.I preserve my world in journals so my childrencan eat without me. II.Stop gambling your seedsfor a night to feel humanlet divineness shine. III.After the fall stormcomes a rainbow and the smile...
Posted by nikki skies on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 09:18:00 PST

Why Promise?

He doesn't even give his soulDoesn't /  slit his wrist for them to feed on his bloodHe just talk shitand they ravagely lick and sniff it like captured orangatans at the zoo Their famished bodies ...
Posted by nikki skies on Sun, 05 Feb 2006 11:38:00 PST