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Love Is

Love is a multifaceted word.

The love of your mother,

The love of your life,

The love of the kids when they don’t act nice.

The love of your dog,

The love of your cat,

The love of the seasons as they turn.

The love of the snow when it doesn’t make a sound,

The love of the rain as it hits the ground,

The love of loved ones you haven’t seen,

The love of the ocean,

The love of the sky,

The love of old memories that still make you cry.

The love of everything we can go on and on,

Love is a multifaceted word.

“LOVE IS LOVE”

BY LENNY JAYNES

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Found in Frankford – An Exhibit Opening This Friday

Chris Baker Evens, Frankford resident, will open his exhibit – “Found in Frankford” on Friday, April 6th at the Frankford CDC at 4667 Paul Street.

The opening reception is from 6 to 8 PM.

 

You can sample some of his work here and here.  Come out and meet him in person Friday night.  The photographs will be on display for about a month.

About the Artist: Chris Baker Evens is a freelance photographer based in the Frankford neighborhood of Philadelphia. His subject matter explores the ways in which people access their power in public and private spaces. “Found in Frankford” is a collection of images made during the photo walks over the past twelve months. You can follow his work on Instagram: @chris_bakerevens or on the web at: www.chrisbakerevens.com

Questions? Contact Ileana Garcia at igarcia.fcdc@gmail.com

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It’s the First Day of Spring

I REMEMBER

Yes, I remember the first day of spring.

Weeping Willow’s dancing in the breeze.

Frozen lakes and rivers now running free.

Eagles flying high over cherry blossom trees.

It’s at this time when the air is sweet and clean.

It’s like a sweet and tender kiss coming off the ocean breeze.

Little old ladies scrubbing steps on bended knees.

YES-YES

I remember the first day of spring.

BY LENNY JAYNES

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Frankford Author Publishes First Novel

Lisa A. Forrest is a mother and grandmother from Philadelphia PA, whose lifelong dream has been to write a book. She found the focus and drive to blog over the past few years, but still hadn’t been able to focus long enough to write a book. During her humanities class while working on her business degree, she was inspired and knew she needed to finally write that book. She started and didn’t stop until the completion of her first novel, “Parlons Cafe’ | And the Journey Through a Transcendental Love”.

The Forrest family roots run deep in Frankford and we are proud to highlight her achievement.

Will SEX or LOVE win when Charlie finds love in a very uncustomary way? Come share Charlie’s journey, while peeking in on her exciting and intimate liaisons, as she attempts to figure out what love means to her, and her unconventional approach to accepting it. Parlons Café (And the Journey Through a Transcendental Love),” …is the story of Charlise (Charlie) Langston. An entrepreneur whose answer to disconnecting from social media, is a café where people can socially intermingle in a live environment (as opposed to a virtual environment), and have real live conversations again. Parlons is French for ‘Let’s Talk’, an intentional and apropos name for the café that Charlise created. Parlons is also a story of female empowerment and sexual freedom, while journeying through an unconventional path of learning to love again. Charlie is an independent thinker, with anti-societal views, non-religious convictions, unbridled passion, cyber-sexual inclinations, with a struggle to balance her moral compass.

The book is available from Amazon at this link.

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Price of Children’s Lives

NEAR AND FAR

We must ride the tide for Humanity, dig deep for sanity.
No longer can we not face reality, when the nature of life is not a fantasy.
When children are dying in buildings that they call sanctuaries.
Politicians should hear the call of parent’s near and far.
When children are dying not on the battlefield, but on school room floors,
Someone should pick up the call, with children going to school to learn-not to hide.
Where are our leaders?  Why can’t they hear the mother’s cry?

“Our kids don’t go to school to hide.”

Lenny Jaynes