Nathan Anthony Jones hails from the Jazz capital a.k.a., The Big Easy. He exited his mother’s womb making waves the year Jimi freaked Woodstock 4 decades ago. He is a 7th Ward Bayou Bourbon Street Boogieing Baby born bubbly and bouncing to the African spiritual beats of the bamboulas and banzas of the Congo Square in New Orleans. His poetry is cayenne pepper; spicy and feisty, political and social, reflective and eclectic, and fulfilling like a hot bowl of gumbo and rice and a jar of homemade lemonade on a humid Southern summer afternoon. Raised in Oakland, he is a poet, teacher, publisher and author of several books: Revolutionary Erotica, Black Man In Europe and Excerpts From My Soul: Read Without Prejudice.