Woodsy the Performance Poet

I wish you wanted me

in a gentle way
that made sense of shadows
on the days when the rains came.

I wish you wanted me

in a funny way –

funny strange,
like the leaves on sea trees,
growing out
beyond the tide
and dropping their plankton leaves up into sky…

or funny funny,
funny silly,
funny crazy like a barrel,
down a mountain…

down a stream…

I wish that was you
with the sponge in your hand,

saving the washed-away colour of me…

pulling me back from the rain.

I wish I knew you,
who you,
what you were…

and I wish you wanted me,

right here,
right now,
where nothing does…

where nothing exists outside the train

that’s never gonna call at my station again.

I wish you could see the little world I made,
here in a river,
weeping me free…

and I wish…

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God Spun

I am a constellation
pasted to a smear of deep sky or
some god spun leaf drifting
a wintry blue pond or a

flame living in fire.
My tongue turns silvery around
my words, do not take them
for sorrow I have named them

Do not forget me.
I still need you to carry me
over the pierce of thorns for
My hands are good for nothing

but a plea do not forget me
I am still here my hair a tangle
of stars.


One of the treats tables…

Happy Halloween, it’s party time with Gigi and the Chicklets! Don’t be shy with the Candy Corn, we have lots!

Rethinking Life

Beth brought Fairy Lights and Holly, who is responsible for the treats tables, made her well loved Corn Bread and so many other goodies, as well as bowls of candy corn.  The chicklets and their guests love her baking and treats.  Holly also brought her dog, Tide, and cat, Bagheera, as well.  Tide was a bit shy at first, but the chicklets sat quietly next to where he was hiding, until he felt safe enough to come out.  Bagheera was fine right from the start and promised not to catch and eat anyone. There is hay, carrots, apples and all kinds of treats for everyone.  Treat tables are always set up everywhere, since there are so many different kinds of guests.  Some of the food has to be low to the ground, since a lot of the chicklets and guests can’t reach the tables.  But everyone manages and they always…

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Love, sweet love!

Resa and Norm

Recently I came across a photograph of our lovely Fashionista, Resa McConaghy, and her beloved Norm.

Norman is a GUITAR PLAYER & COMPOSER. They lived in Miami for almost a year in the 80’s. Norman was working on writing songs and had an arrangement with a recording studio there. They lived in an amazing older home on Miami Beach. It was quite grand with a Florida Room and a maid’s apartment along the side. Per Resa, The original owners must of had a fab life there. They were renting it from an Argentine businessman who had bought it.
When they returned with Norm’s songs it led to a record deal in the 1990’s.

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Norman at work!

Love is What is Needed

by Holly Rene Hunter

Here in paradise

the sun goes down on the

crescent shore of an empty beach

she found herself with a guitar man

and A life time of memories

It seemed so clear then and now

love is what is needed

Lily was Here

Late afternoons I sit at the counter of Woolworth’s sipping vanilla coke watching the day turn into night or dollar green but it seems as Gershwin said, not for me. It is dog days and I am hot and tired and mostly luckless, angry too, my new love dying on the vine. I dream myself into a hot soak in a fancy clawed foot bath tub sinking my dusty body into lilac scented bubbles. I imagine lying back with closed eyes as the hot water flicks at peony nipples. I am what one might call self employed these days.
Settling for a motel shower stall I scrub my body that smells of dusty magnolias with rose scented oil until it glimmers like alabaster. Dutifully stepping into a black sheath and slipping on thigh high seamed stockings and heels saved for the occasion I confidently make my way onto Bourbon Street. At the corner the sounds of a sax carries through the open door of a darkened bar, drift up the alley over the pink roof of a sad brothel. From my booth I stare through a prism of glass at the Dog Star and blow a kiss to the man in the moon already yawning at the deep purple sky.  

Indulging Conjecture

Pink sand pulls away
from the glistening shore
melting fondant in the
sticky heat
Minute  ecosystems inhabit
tiny  grottoes in  tide pools
of wet sand
Some days I stroll the coast alone
escaping into secret realms of lovers
where there is no logic but
an aching crush I hold to my breast
a passage between a heart and the
mountains where I left you
Allow me to come undone beneath
tender hands on eggshell
the gentle quake of a sigh upon your
unshaven cheek
Let me   drown in the green river of
your eyes where there
is no threat of war hard silence
or the burden of forgiveness

Jennifer in Velvet Tango

Jennifer and Resa’s Velvet Tango…

Art Gowns

It’s a gluttony of beauty.

In the middle of a Pandemic, Jennifer, who is not a professional model, modelled an Art Gown. Why? Well, I helped mentor her into the Costume department in the film biz. This was her idea of a payback.

It was a first class thrill to see Velvet Tango on Jennifer. I only took around 1200 pics. It’s taken me weeks to choose the best 130, then pare that down to the ones you see in this post.

It was an overcast day. The above shot was taken when the sun came out briefly, but I don’t understand why it is so very different. There were about 6 shots that came out like this.

Bewitched by all the choices, I decided to post them in the location order that they were taken. We started on the fire escape.

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Blood Rose

The night is wet
drops of  rain  glisten
on the slick sidewalks.
In my hurry I dodge
the  dark puddles that
Glisten in the misty glow
of  amber street lamps
There is a trace of rosy
blood where I have bitten
my lip but my eyes  brim
with life and nonsensical love
When we meet we smile
and  kiss silvery lashes
The taste of   blood rose on
shivering lips
For the moment we forget
You  want too much and
 I will take whatever you  give.

” I love you, I love you,
Like a fool, like a soldier
Like a movie star
I love you, I love you
Like a wolf, a king,
Like a man that I am not.
I love you like that”
*English lyrics to” je t’aime ” written by Serge Gainsbourg

Still Standing

8 Year Anniversary Achievement

“Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!You registered on WordPress.com 8 years ago.Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging”.

That’s a long time… I hope you will endure some visits to my archives and enjoy the reblogs of other amazing writers, authors, poets, photographers, artists that we have in abundance at WP.

The last of Banksy


Gangsta rat. Banksy expo, Paris, 2019

Have Gangsta rats taken over? I can think of a few names.

“Last of Banksy”? No worry, as far as I know Banksy is alive and well. I’m just running out of material. Banksy’s. No fear. Plenty of other stuff. Those are my last photos of Banksy’s fab’ expo last year in Paris. Enjoy.

“Fly, fly…” sang Nat King Cole in a – oh so – distant past.

Wagner’s Walkyries come to mind. Apocalypse “now”?

CND Soldiers

I can’t help but feeling concerned that the Tramp claims the “support of 200 generals”. Correct me if I’m wrong, isn’t the Army pledged to the Constitution first and foremost?

Stood up.

Artificial intelligence. The way of the future… Have you tried making an appointment with any service provider lately? “Press 16 if you want to talk to a…

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