I have been writing nonstop the last couple days and I’m excited. I’m thankful, I’m happy, I’m joyous, and I cannot wait to share the blessings that God has placed in my heart with all of you. Get your tickets, you wouldn’t want to miss this. You can scan the code or the link is in the bio. #poetryandpraise #Godisdoinganewthing
The Victorious Poet present:
Poetry & Praise: Verses of Victory
Hosted By Lovelee Lundy and Louna Eclipse
We are excited to host an evening of faith, song and powerful poetry. When: Sunday May 31 Where: JM Joint’s 1235 SE Grand Ave.Portland, OR 97215
Time: 4pm -7pm
It’s happening, tell a friend to tell a friend praise and poetry is coming soon. This event has been curated for fellowship, faith, community, and worship. Join us, come hungry and be fed and fulfilled. This is not just a poetry event it’s honoring God with the talents that he has instilled within us! Click the link or scan the code and we will see you there!
There’s something happening at A.M.P. Gallery… and it’s not by accident.
Every First Thursday, the room fills with people who feel something.
Not just to watch… not just to listen… but to connect.
June 4th | 6–8:30 PM
We do it again.
🎤 Feature Poet: Louna Eclipse (@louna.eclipse )
And trust… this is one you don’t want to miss.
Pull up early and make a night of it:
🍴 Food truck on site starting at 4 PM
🥃 New Deal Distillery free tastings from 4–6 PM
Doors open at 6 PM (poet check-in)
🎙️ First poet hits the mic at 6:30 PM
Poets, artists, storytellers… this mic doesn’t play.
And neither does the audience.
If you’ve been thinking about pulling up—or stepping up—this is your sign.
🎟️ Tickets + open mic slots are live
(link in bio / Eventbrite)
1124 NW 13th Ave, Portland
Don’t wait until it’s another “sold out” post.
#AMPGalleryPDX #FirstThursdayPDX #PortlandPoetry #PDXEvents #OpenMicNight #PDXArtists #SpokenWordPDX #PortlandArtScene #PDXCreative #LivePoetry #PoetryCommunity #PDXNightlife #SupportLocalArtists #ArtMusicPoetry #PNWCreatives #PortlandEvents #MicCheckPDX #PDXCulture
You could feel it early… May was going to be packed.
Seats disappeared.
People lined the walls just to stay in it.
18 poets stepped up and delivered.
Devin Stinson didn’t just feature — he shifted the room.
Outside and throughout the space, the experience kept building…
Vendors showing up in a big way. (@beencertified6 , @therealblackmannequin , @stackinkickz )
@fraiche_signatures food truck keeping everybody fed.
@newdealpdx pouring tastings and keeping the conversations flowing.
That kind of night doesn’t just end… it carries forward. Community is what you felt.
June First Thursday is already open:
🎤 @louna.eclipse will be our feature poet
🎟 Tickets + open mic slots available... get yours before the next open mic sells out.
Having Haitian food in 🇭🇹 red and blue is the sweetest way to end my month long birthday celebration.
Thank you to the community and family I have curated here in Portland!
Restaurant: @taptap_pdx
People: I’m tagging all of you.
“Ode to the Dark Ones” is a love letter I’ve been carrying for a while.
Last night at Floetry, with a live band, it finally found its room.
This one is dedicated to every man who has the courage to stand in his own light.
You are not a first draft.
You are the manuscript after the revision.
Thank you to The People’s Poet and Westnote for creating a space where words like these get to breathe.
📸 Video: @valentina_peng
🎙 Event: Floetry
💜 visual support: @afreakano
🤝 In collaboration with: @thepeoplespoets x @westnote
Performed by @louna.eclipse
#SpokenWord #BlackPoetry #DarkSkinMen #HaitianPoet
Undelete day 5: Les Alexandre
*original audio from the album 2007*
Day 5. Les Alexandre.
Papi had us in formation
before we had a choice.
Six kids.
Every one assigned an instrument.
One daughter ran the stage.
One played road manager.
Nobody asked if we wanted to.
That was not the question.
We were Les Alexandre.
The immigrant Partridge Family
except the tour was evangelism
and Papi wasn’t playing.
He arranged every vocal.
Played guitar like he had
a personal agreement with God.
Ran that family band
like we were going on a holy tour.
Because we were.
I sang alto.
Played a little drums.
Stood on that stage as a teenager
thinking
this is so embarrassing.
Counting the minutes.
Wondering what everyone thought.
What I didn’t know
was that people were being saved
in the same room
I was busy being mortified in.
Years after Papi was gone
people would find me and say
your father’s music changed my life.
And I would stand there
receiving what teenage me
was too self conscious to give.
Today is Easter.
Christ rose.
And I am rising too.
Away from the shame
of where I come from.
Away from the embarrassment
of being rooted in something holy
before I was old enough
to know how rare that was.
Les Alexandre was never corny.
It was a seed.
And I was in the soil
the whole time.
Papi knew.
#Undeleted Day 5
A poem to Louna in 2023
****
Dear Louna at the Wedding
Stay on the dance floor.
Burna Boy is playing.
Don’t get off
Your body knows exactly what to do.
The aso ebi is moving around you
like the family chose you.
The Jollof is still warm.
The amethyst is still on your finger
and it still means what you think it means.
Let it mean that for a little longer.
Because after tonight
you won’t have pain from dancing again.
You won’t have belly laughs this deep again.
Your heart will shatter
on dance floors made of glass
and you will learn to check the ground
before you move your feet.
But not tonight.
Tonight somebody is waiting
at the edge of this joy
with news that will reach into your chest
and change what that stone means
without touching the stone.
Let them wait.
You will hear this song again someday
and you will have to decide
if that memory is a wound or a witness.
Let it be a witness.
That woman with her hands in the air,
pink dress, blue light, whole chest open?
You will spend the next two years
trying to come back to her.
Stay on the floor.
One more song.
Last Sunday still feels like a dream.
I had the honor of featuring at @thepeoplespoets , and when I stepped up to that mic and looked out into the room, I saw so many familiar faces. Friends who showed up. Friends who sat quietly and held space for my words. Friends who reminded me that none of this journey has been walked alone.
Poetry begins in such lonely places sometimes. A thought at midnight. A line scribbled between tears. A story you’re not sure the world is ready to hear. But last Sunday it felt like those quiet pages had finally found their community.
To everyone who came to support me, thank you. Truly. Your presence meant more than applause. It meant witnessing. It meant love.
I feel deeply humbled, and also certain that I was standing exactly where God meant for me to stand. The road to that stage was not straight. It was broken in places, winding in others. But somehow every turn brought me right there, to that moment, to that room.
God really does bless the broken road that leads you to where you need to go.
And last Sunday, I could feel it. 🤍
THANK YOU To my sisters @missnalie2@rosie_aka_smilez 🇭🇹🇭🇹
To all the Pool Party crew that I can’t tag for legal purposes (lol)
Thank you And to all my Haitians
Thank you to my colleagues
And to my Sons may you shine in every space you step into.
Photography by @everardo.gf
I am living my answered prayers.
Thanks for an amazing weekend.
Poems:
THIS IS WHAT ILLEGAL LOOKS LIKE
SPOILED SUN
SPLASH OF S-/-ide
BRAIDED REVOLUTION
#honored
