Day before Autumn Poem…

A fluff Faerie The autumnal equinox is tonight. I feel like I cleaned some stuff up. Today I hear ringing in my ears. I don’t mind much. I feel something in the air. I think through generations of life lived. I opened my art closet. I let it air out. The cats are curious right … Continue reading Day before Autumn Poem…

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

The beauty of a flower and a bee.

From my garden A Summer Poem By Hudley Flipside : An Underground Bard So much given to us for free All of creation Watch the flowers open up To share nectar to the bees, butterflies, bumblebees The hungry hummingbirds. In return pollination. A free giving cycle… We humans are as flowers, We can open our … Continue reading The beauty of a flower and a bee.

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

From darkness to light, Hip Hip.

March so comes the remembering of from darkness to the light, as the days gradually stretch longer and the cold fades into warmth. It is a time for renewal, where nature awakens from its winter slumber, and vibrant colors begin to paint the landscape once more. With each passing day, the sunlight invigorates the spirit, … Continue reading From darkness to light, Hip Hip.

How to Anchor This Energy in Your Psyche?

“I examined the natal planetary positions for many other similar Promethean figures. For example, I checked at once the case of Percy Bysshe Shelley, since he was so explicitly associated—even identified—with Prometheus, his Prometheus Unbound being the preeminent work on that figure in modern literature. If the thesis that Uranus was actually Prometheus had any … Continue reading How to Anchor This Energy in Your Psyche?

The Rose That Fell in Love with The Owl.

Owl Cluster Autumn always takes on a new flavor of life. Looking for a poem and an image in my vast collection of poems, course essays, watercolor paintings, and photos can be overwhelming. I looked so different through my 30s, 40s, and 50s. I was round and motherly sometimes with exceptionally long hair. Yet with … Continue reading The Rose That Fell in Love with The Owl.

Shadow Unity

My simple glance at America ... a motif poem about human vulnerability! ICU intensive. 4 patients sick with COVID19. All on ventilators. The respiratory team monitors the machines as the doctors do online visits. Nurses attend to bodily functions as CNAs change diapers and turn patients. Janitors and the full team wear special gear sterilizing … Continue reading Shadow Unity

Ritual Interlude: Crone’s Crowning.

Watercolor illustrations of the Praying Mantis as symbolism in my art holds meaning in a refreshing way. It is meant to be humorous, provocative, and honest. I have practiced the Crone’s Crowning ritual for years now. It is seeing death on the same terms as transformation. One and the same, yet the idea of transformation … Continue reading Ritual Interlude: Crone’s Crowning.

The Saints Are Touring Again.

Punk Poem by Hudley April /2020 A great dream last night Those best feelings of hanging with your favorite band Touring as they were Family and friends were nearby Chris Bailey was sweet His lovely sly grin shone my way as he looked at me a rich heavy Irish accent formed few words “I’ll see … Continue reading The Saints Are Touring Again.

Nothing to fear…

Jupiter’s eyes razor red Round and doll like As death’s face Terrifying Changing into Lapis Lazuli Stone chairs Flying through kindness. Riding on a white prancing horse Ascending and descending Saturn, Venus and Jupiter. Will you come Come to see me My prancing horse awaits. The earth looks blue from afar The … Continue reading Nothing to fear…

Hearts Buoyant

I see an illuminated bright   five-pointed star  Over the emotional ocean  Of black and greasy-greedy oil  The light moving upon this darkness   Wavering leaps of sparkling exuberance.   This star ascends   as the current below moves   like the waves of a darkened   Depressed ocean.    Shall we focus on the star … Continue reading Hearts Buoyant

My heavenly shower

  My heavenly shower is a sacred place of hot, warm or cold water.  It is there for me in worst of times bones ache and chills of fever cleaning a dark soul quality away.  I sing, talk and compose there I talk to my medicine animals there and say my prayers.  It is an old shower with a whacked head yet the water cleans me … Continue reading My heavenly shower

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

Jaded Poem

A little around the edges A spinning energy in my middle Older and wiser and stronger Less inspired by adolescent rantings! So I want to write and read aloud I want to travel and ponder the meaning of life.

Mary’s Special Place

I worked for the Visiting Nurse Association as a Home Health Aide in Santa Cruz California back in 1991. I enjoyed helping the elderly, sick and crippled. I comforted them and attended to their simple needs of washing, food, and medicine. I loved their stories they shared. Most of my patients were in their 90s … Continue reading Mary’s Special Place

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.

A restoring appeal…

After the Woolsey Fire Dec. 17, 2018 A restoring appeal bound forthe Santa Monica MountainsThe highway moves by way of serpentine. Black mountains and summative clarity of onceOvergrown trees and sage,Wild Promethean fennel and yucca plants. Fog embracesThe black burned earth hillsHoly sprinkles of rain upon the concealed seeds.

Ivy; It will be a good day !

(11-18-18) Feet steeping aroundIn light purple tennis shoesMorning crisper than it wasCyprus tree tall as a towerDark green tall I upward gazeLooking straight upNoticing the ivy that embraces the climbWild element of the neighborhoodSadly, gardeners often slash off all the blossomsmost times, yet not hereHalf a block overtaken by tall CyprusAnd wild dark shiny green … Continue reading Ivy; It will be a good day !