Song Steps Peace Bird-A bird song…

I video taped this today. A singing bird and even the sound of man… airplane in the background… it is in the contrast that one feels the value of life. What is man made and what is created by nature and where the two meet ! https://videopress.com/v/nHd5mcby?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Reading by Hudley 3/17/2026 We live in “the … Continue reading Song Steps Peace Bird-A bird song…

On my mind.

Oft' my WordPress shelf on this green day before the spring equinox I pull a picture down. A rendering I captured of Dad Glad I did... His birthday was on the 2nd of December his Death March 17th... three years now gone? Once a day of dancing and drinking has taken a different tone. Even through grief ...faded with time... … Continue reading On my mind.

Longing

Me and Lynn 1980 The heart and the mind often long for different things. Longing for understanding where the two come together in knowing peace. Where one does not try to outsmart the other. Longing to fit in and longing to run away. Longing to build a bridge and hang with Hermes. Longing to create... Never … Continue reading Longing

Pleasures of Twilight Time

Don’t you love when forgotten smells and feelings unite from youth! I mean the good ones like rain, earth, eucalyptus trees, pepper trees! The deep secret crevices where grey clouds mock youthful pleasures! Now is the time!! The youthful gates of being lost in playing with and in the earth! Grateful for the memory of … Continue reading Pleasures of Twilight Time

Animus with the Wind !

Ancient Egyptian human-headed ba-bird, gessoed and painted wood, Ptolemaic period,332-330 BC. H. 5 inches. (12.5cm) "The wind is in truth the ALL-Devourer, for when the fire dies out it goes into the wind, when the sun sets, it goes into the wind, when the moon sets, it goes into the wind, when the waters dry … Continue reading Animus with the Wind !

She’s not there.

If she laid her egg sack, which she most likely has, I have not seen her. Every year she comes and I paint her image, or take her picture. From the pool mesh fence, I take her and let her crawl over my shoulders. This year only she indirectly shows herself. A floating exoskeleton on … Continue reading She’s not there.

Short Poem Play

TRIANGULAR POEM

To Abraham This is a poem I created on a triangular form for a fellow student in a poetry class at Los Angeles Valley College. Abraham was a wise mature student taking a course with a bunch of young adults, and his presence added a unique dynamic to our discussions. With a twinkle in his … Continue reading TRIANGULAR POEM

Flopside Comics : Sickholy Friday Easter flashback

While the Fuck family was sitting around the table wondering if they would be doing easter eggs this year, and wondering who would be the bunny to hand out the candy, a comic good friday flashback came to Mr. Shit's mind. He has punkarama dementia and is not on the up and up. "I think … Continue reading Flopside Comics : Sickholy Friday Easter flashback

Ichabod Crane in a 1960s straight legged suite, A bow to Saturn and Jupiter…

1960s straight legged pant suit. As we approach this year’s Aquarius celebration of Saturn and Jupiter both in 0 degrees Aquarius 2020 December 21st, I think back upon a time of my life when this song from the musical Hair was immensely popular. I have been watching the two planets hang together over the last … Continue reading Ichabod Crane in a 1960s straight legged suite, A bow to Saturn and Jupiter…

Mr. Leprechaun’s Ode to the Dandelion

I am sure there are multi-billion dollar businesses to kill the dandelion. ~ Mr. Leprechaun. “I noticed that there are dandelions growing in everyone’s garden after the rain. I am sure there are multi-billion-dollar businesses to kill the dandelion.” ~ Mr. Leprechaun I have wild places in my garden where I let the dandelions grow … Continue reading Mr. Leprechaun’s Ode to the Dandelion

Mantis Jazz cafe

Going to make a Liverwurst sandwich with Roma tomatoes on French bread with mayonnaise and mustard; a couple drips of grape seed oil and vinegar. Salt and pepper and baby I will chase that steamy Pluto away. I saw her come out after the boys, from that steamy deep place, all I could do was … Continue reading Mantis Jazz cafe

Double Arrogant Bastard with Santa…

‘Twas the fucking night Before a fucking glorious and righteous holiday... And all through the fucking dump Not a fucking creature was fucking stirring Not even a fucking rat… The cigarette butts lined up with no care In hopes that his fucking lighter Would instantly light the butts there… Squatting in a cardboard fucking box … Continue reading Double Arrogant Bastard with Santa…

wicker candy basket

Mr. Po Po the portable cat in the wicker candy basket Laying on the candy, Lying in the basket, Laying on the candy, oh ya oh ya... Thankyou for the offer...

A dialogue with my shadow and the moist earth.

Egg sandwich with burnt bacon... !! "I have come to learn how to use power in the right way," I asked him? He replied, "Use it only with great responsibility and compassion," And he held out his hand to me and smiled. ~ Pg. 5, Joy Michand The Saturn Pluto Phenomenon. Shadow is pulling while the moist … Continue reading A dialogue with my shadow and the moist earth.

Mantis

My totem, medicine and shield nature politics the mantis knows how I feel...

Hamburgers rule the universe and you too!!

Mr Fuck, Hamburgers and the fucking full moon.... Yes I'm on the way up megalomediamaniac jumping rat... Give me some of that fucking hamburgers rule the world and you tooo..fool.

“The path of its departure still is free.” Mutability

Bernie Wrightson (American, 1948–2017) Bernie Wrightson Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley's Frankenstein Unused Illustration Original Art (c. 1975), ca. 1975 We lived in a little art loft over a quaint bookstore up town Whittier. Ames is the name of the bookstore. A funny fellow with a beard owned the place. To get away from the overwhelming nature … Continue reading “The path of its departure still is free.” Mutability

Helen’s Romanza.

Helen Jewel roving reporter for Los Angeles Flipside Fanzine. Image taken before a Halloween Party in the middle of the 1980s. Her costume, Helen as her mother. "Tell your friends everything. Give away your secrets. Be wise as serpents and gentle as doves." ~Allen Ginsberg "Him all wait for, him all yield up to, … Continue reading Helen’s Romanza.

Mummification Note…

On the way home from picking my kid up from school we talked about Ancient Egyptians. He is learning about different aspects of their culture. He is studying mummification. He explained to me in detail how organs, such as the brain, were pulled out of a dead person's nose. All organs were taken out or … Continue reading Mummification Note…