The Snow White Tigress -by Mike Steeden

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ADULT

FICTION SET IN REALITY( WWII – London & Paris)

SEXUAL CONTENT (Integral)

My words are in blue. Mike’s words are in black italics.

“Frenchie”sobriquet forthe French Resistance hero of this tale, is one kick ass martial arts fighter. She can kill a nazi in the blink of an eye. She uses guns, knives and her head. Her head has two uses; thinking and butting. Fearless, she will use her sexuality, in more ways than one.

Sex born of choice, no matter one’s sexual persuasion, is nobody’s business but theirs. Yet, when the ‘I own the world’ male of the species hold sway: women young, old and in-between beware! Those male scum bag’s brawn trumps feminine delicacy and brains. It’s been that way ever since poor Eve copped the blame for tempting a namby-pamby Adam in the supposed Eden. The Nazi’s history in that regard is…

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Ap-holo-gees

It’s not because of not you
just my mind side-stepping
for a couple of syncopated beats

let’s talk the modern man
after shaves and attitudes
breathing fresh weeds
growing beneath a golden sun

and some deep-blue-green
ocean-fed sky arching
the circle of my mind’s eye
Me on calm moving meadows

philosophizing ,watching ants
building micro-empires
for now and a boot’s blow

Oh baby with your red-eyed strands
of velvety umbilical cords
climbing into melting-down skies
if I kissed your hair
would you even notice?

Poetry by Gurkski

American Dreams

  1. I’m transported to Haight Ashbury ‘60s. See the  original for  some awesome music.

toritto

Fire escapes on brownstone New York City

How hard to be poor and a stranger
in the promised land where poverty humiliates
those who pride themselves
on being able to cope.

“Don’t you “little girl” me!
I’ve been carrying this family
on my back
for a whole year!”.

Step over the homeless vet child;
pass the line at the free clinic, the junkies riding horse
the cops, the dealer, the blond crack whore
the schizo-cynic screamin on the corner

It will be a hot Summer up on tar beach
on the fire escape at night
in your underwear
your back against the brown brick

Sleeping under the stars
listening to the lullaby
of a far away siren
still softly singing that American dream.

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Dora Maar. Paris’ best in the 30’s

Exhilarating photography  by the surrealists  Thank you Equinoxio.

Equinoxio

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Dora Maar by Dora Maar. Paris. Mid 30’s. Amazing expo at Pompidou, July 2019.

Dora Maar, born Henriette Dora Markowitch in Paris in 1907, was a French photographer and artist who rose to fame in the 30’s. She knew only the best players of the time. Unfairly “catalogued” as “just one” of Picasso’s many lovers, she was a talented woman with a wide range of interest from photography to painting. The expo last year gave her justice.

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Model by Dora Maar, early 30’s. Maar set up a photo studio with Pierre Kiefer. I suppose it was easier for a woman then to present a “male” front. A male signature. Remember women in France did not vote until 1944-1946. The model above still represents the evolution of the time: hair cut short, a man’s jacket on a straight skirt.

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Fashion photograph. Mid 30s’

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Dora Maar experimented…

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The huntress

TheFeatheredSleep

yes

She

knows her power

heaving out of her like

red clay forming stars

the power it has on

those who watch

unable to quit her

imperfection as much an aphrodisiac

as those fine lines converging into

her thin bones

drawn tight and ageless

she smiles a drowsy grin

down turned eyes glinting

the thin shake of her hair

sharp curve in high cheeks

noble and unrepentant

she has more confidence than you

with your excuses and your fumblings

could ever possess

if she’d taught you, she’d have said

no, no, no you’re doing it all wrong

if you want that woman to like you

be cold, be indifferent

and occasionally, throw her a scrap

don’t ever show her your full regard or

the depth of your eyes

heft her over your shoulder when the time comes

take her to a dark place and without apology

do what you must, thinking…

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