Listen & Be Heard Weekly Archives

?ÄúAnd the sun don?Äôt shine any more/And the rains fall down on my door.?Äù ?Äì The Band, ?ÄúIt Makes No Difference,?Äù written by Robbie Robertson First weekend of 2008 in Vallejo. Rain. Lots of it. Two power outages. The first outage occurred around ten a.m. as I was getting ready to download a 1988 Rick [...]

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If you pay attention to these things you will have noticed that Listen & Be Heard Weekly is now into Volume 5. That’s five years of publishing weekly arts news. We started out as a weekly e-mail newsletter, that five years ago became a print weekly. The print weekly became a print and web weekly [...]

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Welcome to the year 2008. Most people at this time of the year are looking to make a fresh start. I imagine this is the main motive of the ?ÄúThe New Year Resolution.?Äù Someone told me years ago that preparation is everything. If you had a road map of the journey you are about to [...]

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Billy Tuggle is the featured poet for Friday, January 11, 2008 at Listen & Be Heard Poetry Cafe I?Äôm a B-Boy And as a B-Boy, I know the 2nd rule Of going to the jams: You don?Äôt go to meet girls They usually arrive pre-packaged As some cat?Äôs girlfriend or reluctant date Hanging with airtight [...]

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Billy Tuggle is the featured poet for Friday, January 11, 2008 at Listen & Be Heard Poetry Cafe “You used to have such good hair” My Grandmother occasionally says It seems to be something even total strangers Have an opinion about The hair, they ask me, How I grew it or if it’s even real [...]

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It’s calm. Too quiet. My clear plastic bowl serves as my bird feeder. I don’t hear the distant scratching, shuffling of tiny sparrow feet, the wing dances, fluttering, of a hungry morning’s lack of the big band sounds. I walk tentatively to my patio window, spy the balcony with detective sensitive eyes. I witness three [...]

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For nature dwarfs us in our objectivity… A man walks toward me. I have no idea what he is thinking. His mustache is thick silver & the hair on his head explodes from his scalp, a fourth of July display, complete with dandruff on his dark lapels. He moves slowly as if approaching a black [...]

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