The Desperation of Incarceration

The Fulton County Jail (also called the Rice Street Jail) is a jail facility located at 901 Rice Street, in Atlanta under the jurisdiction of Fulton County, Georgia. It was built to hold up to 1,125 prisoners in 1989 but now occasionally tops 3,000. I think and feel sickness when I consider how such injustice … Continue reading The Desperation of Incarceration

Sweet Maid

“Most people were in bands, if not they did magazines, records, owned stores did artwork etc… it was a scene that begged to be contributed to, and ripe with contributors… X-8 and Tory were in Low Budget, who made their Hollywood debut playing over the Dils at the Whisky, Larry Lashwas in a weird Quick … Continue reading Sweet Maid

Like ground up coffee grounds

Today I was looking at all the bullies in my life. On Facebook I noticed a friend put up a thought. When she was young, she thought she was ugly. Now much older she realizes how lovely she really was. I am glad she found this out about herself. I hang fabric up to cover … Continue reading Like ground up coffee grounds

Bob and Zachery, Grease lightning and the Green Sweater.

The Green Sweater Living on the east coast in Rochester New York as a Home Health Aide was challenging work. I went into strange homes with new family customs that I had to learn and respect. I experienced diversity and listened to the stories of mostly older patients. The family owned a Chinese restaurant. During … Continue reading Bob and Zachery, Grease lightning and the Green Sweater.

Innocuous Surreal-intrinsic

One of the three sister goddesses known as the three Graces who are the givers of charm and beauty in Greek mythology…. I call upon her now…. we need real beauty…., I dance with Innocuous Surreal-intrinsic. Deluding its hand around my waste and my throat. The magical things of science the vaccines protect me now. … Continue reading Innocuous Surreal-intrinsic

Piping songs of pleasant glee with the Moody Blues and Charged GBH

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian Hudley Flipside 'In the sadness of your smile love is an island way out to sea But it seems so long ago we have been ready trying to be free." John Charles Lodge (20 July 1943 – 10 October 2025) was an English musician, best known as bass guitarist, co-lead … Continue reading Piping songs of pleasant glee with the Moody Blues and Charged GBH

Spit Face Girl

By Hudley Flipside At 5AM the alarm went off. Not that sleep was possible at this camp. Whispers , crying and bolts of laughter were a constant noise here. Breakfast was served in the big house. Dark wooden tables and chairs lined up two hundred youthful, assumed rebels in a large cafeteria. No light in … Continue reading Spit Face Girl

Sting like a jelly-fish

“In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.” ~ Robert Green Ingersoll Today while walking into Ralph’s supermarket, I saw the familiar old lady under yellow plastic. She was holding a white tissue to her red nose. She sat in her wheelchair at a … Continue reading Sting like a jelly-fish

Masseuse.

At about 8 o’clock PM. The unpredictable Crazy days are far behind me, and the routines of life have set in. Family and cats bring the little rituals of life which bring symmetry into the chaos of living such as racing through traffic and surviving, watching current politics, and not having a heart attack, and … Continue reading Masseuse.

wild burning hills

The Woolsey Fire was a wildfire that burned in Los Angeles and Ventura Counties of the U.S. state of California. The fire ignited on November 8, 2018. Praying Mantis Kachina ~ Praying and dancing for fog and sprinkles of rain to cool the earth !! I write when I am confronted with change, stress, and … Continue reading wild burning hills

Who’s Soul did Frankenstein’s monster have?

“‘…from that moment [he] declared everlasting war against the species, and more than all, against [Frankenstein] who had formed [him] and sent [him] forth to this insupportable misery.'” Shelley, Frankenstein, Chapter 16, p. 12 Once upon a time I found the novel by Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, the new Prometheus. I became friends with Frankenstein's … Continue reading Who’s Soul did Frankenstein’s monster have?

My story of a woman raped.

The author reflects deeply on their feelings of trauma after watching the 1988 film The Accused, which starkly depicts a brutal rape. This cinematic portrayal of violence against women evokes a profound emotional response, prompting the author to draw parallels between the character’s harrowing experience and their own past encounters with trauma. It highlights the … Continue reading My story of a woman raped.

My Mentor Tree and Eucalyptus Friend

The tree replied to me today, "I AM WHO I AM." This is the same whisper I always heard from my mentor tree and eucalyptus friend. Dad first visited the eucalyptus tree when he went horseback riding in the San Fernando Valley. The late 1940s. He rode from Ventura Blvd towards the dirty hills of … Continue reading My Mentor Tree and Eucalyptus Friend

July moves into August

July moves into August. A time of justice and heat, a time of foresight and deep. For me it is about the news... some bad and some good news. I know this time of the year to be delirious dark and forbidden. Today it has reached an illuminating place of thanksgiving. Between our psyche and … Continue reading July moves into August

Penny Candies

The author expresses nostalgia for a vibrant street atmosphere where people interacted and shared flowers, reflecting on a time when they enjoyed simple pleasures like penny candies, oblivious to any lurking darkness. Growing up in the San Fernando Valley during the 1960s was wild. All the corner streets were filled with hitchhiking youths. Carrying incense … Continue reading Penny Candies

Mana

"We know that something unknown, alien, does come our way, just as we know that we do not ourselves make a dream or an inspiration, but that is somehow arises of its own accord. What does happen to us in this manner can be said to emanate from mana, from a daimon, a god, or … Continue reading Mana

A bottle named Delilah

A bar in the living room and a bar in his beauty salon. Drinks at the Chinese restaurant on Ventura Blvd. Lights that lit up the bar at Christmas time reflecting off gifts simmering gold, green and tall bottles of colorful liquid. Tall cupboards that he reached for, then pouring that rich golden juice. Named at a bar … Continue reading A bottle named Delilah

Elderberry wine

Once while working as a Home Health Aide on the East coast, I did a nice thing for a wise old lady. She had grace, experience, and savvy. Her home was a grand home that had been in her family for generations. In my mind she seemed like Scarlett O'Hara. Now in a wheelchair most of … Continue reading Elderberry wine

cock-horses

Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross. To see a fine lady upon a white horse, With rings on her fingers, And bells on her toes. She shall have music, Wherever she goes. ~ Nursery rhyme Watching “That '70s Show” with the teenage son last night took me back when I was actually a teenager … Continue reading cock-horses

Running From A Mad Doctor

“The image of rain as redemptive symbolizing the tears of transformation, comes up in many women’s dreams and it is a frequent image in the poet’s vision. “ ~ Linda S. Leonard Waking up as from a bad dream. I was holding a gun with the barrel down towards the earth. I thought over the … Continue reading Running From A Mad Doctor