Monthly Archives: July 2016

Ding Dong A Blog Poem by Jon Presco Ding Dong! Ding Ding! There will be no celebration in the emerald city this month. A pall, a dark cloud, an evil spell, was cast upon us by an exclusive witch, an evil … Continue reading →

“Back in December, after Natriana Shorter, who is African-American, won the crown for Miss Oregon, Albert commented on a KEZI news story that, “I know this is going to sound racist and it’s not my intention. But I can’t help … Continue reading →

My brother played on the same Oakland High football team as Willie (Wilburt) Aikens  He was treated as the sane brother during our sister’s probate. He and Trump own the same Racist Misogynist Playbook. Not happy with their alleged achievements, … Continue reading →

The Aikens family owned two homes on Santa Ray Avenue, located in the hills of Oakland. I believe the house that Chazen and Olvier went after was 676 Santa Ray that is worth $1,500,000 dollars today. This is a white … Continue reading →

Darryl Aikens is now my FB friend. Yesterday is was announced he is cancer free. It has been my objective to turn the fortunes of the Aiken family around, remove the curse, if you will. To hear the legacy our … Continue reading →

  The Noble Law vs.Mattie Aikens A Ready-Made Play by Jon Presco Dedicated to Mattie Aikens and her family she fought so hard for. May they live and prosper. “They stole my house,” Aikens said. “And I paid them to … Continue reading →

Bob Dylan wrote ‘The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll at Joan Baez’s house in Carmel that is about to be declared a Landmark. Christine Rosamond Benton lived next door to Bob Dylan in Woodland Hills. They babysat each other’s children. … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Rosamond Press:
? “Though Howard may have chosen a life out of the spotlight, he still had his sister’s flair for the dramatic. When he heard that police had rounded up 13 vagrants who recently moved to the…

Alley Valkyrie and her lover, John Monroe, attacked my newspaper-blog in a effort to get folks to reject my message. Mel Lyman and his wife, Jessie Benton, published their own newspaper in Boston with monies made on the sale of … Continue reading →

When I heard Bob Dylan sing the ‘Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll. I felt every cell in my body being altered, forever. I knew the Revolution was on. I heard that the Civil Rights Movement was now joined by white … Continue reading →