Come in under

Connecting to the soul energy in my handful of dust. Burial of the Dead T.S. Eliot “There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock.) And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to … Continue reading Come in under

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.

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

The Nasty woman is me

The Nasty Woman “In his late works , he embodied these and other ills in the nightmare ridden figure of the cosmic giant Albion, or universal humanity, who has fallen in to deadly sleep of mundane existence. In humanity’s coma, the divine is a remote and forbidding sky-god: nature a sterile heap of atoms, lovers … Continue reading The Nasty woman is me

Three little…

I have three books before me The Three Little Pigs, The Three Little Kittens, The Three Bears. How many times did I read the books to my two sons as babies? I may come out with a little book called The Three Little Praying Mantis.

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

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.

Reading from Chapbook, An Underground Bard.

Someone asked me if I was a poet. I said no I am a filmmaker. Yet in truth I am a poet, an underground bard. While sitting at Kaiser Hospital a man asked me if I was a Poet. I had on my “Fear the Poet” T-Shirt which I received from the Professor and students … Continue reading Reading from Chapbook, An Underground Bard.

Summer Poem #2

27th Anniversary Would you could you? travel miles and miles for delicious deep-fried Artichoke hearts? I wanna go to Castervile CA and eat deep-fried. Artichoke hearts with spicy mayonnaise. Near the lovely coastal region close to Moss Landing, a fucking pint at The Whole Enchilada with a shot of hot vodka with my anniversary man. … Continue reading Summer Poem #2

Summer Poem # 1

My oasisAnd cave. Not reaching outBut reaching within. Agathos daimon holds my heartHumidity holds me back. “Coninuctio” “in mercurio”Planting seedsWhich do not ripen. Outside my oasisSeeds dry in the heat. Inside the caveI listen to Mercurius speak. "The desires of the mindWill take you nowhere."

As a friend of friends

Urania is talking to Uranus Ambassador to the planets and stars She calls to Earth As a friend of friends, Catalyst of goodness and humor, to Uranus ascending electric magma Eccentric insect antenna muses Human Beings To be the best we can be. https://www.youtube.com/embed/XtcQTYBUo84

In Return

Receptive, illumination and synchronicity, I'm a wise old blooming flower, waiting to be pollinated, I'm receptive to what I shall become, Let life approach me, I do not have to go seeking, I have all I need to succeed, I'm a beautiful rose,wise, good and ready.I can be trusted, I follow things through, I speak … Continue reading In Return

Promethean fennel

The wild fennel is growing in my garden, From the Santa Monica Mountains, Only a few seeds thrown around my land, From the staff-sheath that I have, Near my hearth. My wild Promethean fennel, Smells of licorice and earth, Feels like numinous beats, Waves from the coastal region, Myths revealing through my soul. Prometheus freed … Continue reading Promethean fennel

The flourishing membrane

Thalia (/θəˈlaɪə/; Ancient Greek: Θάλεια, Θαλία; "the joyous, the flourishing" Breaking through Breaking through the membrane Of turning 60 Letting go of Youth, maidenhood and giving birth Entering the world Of crones and seniors with purple-grey hair. Wise witches who stand By old dark shedding trees they sweep the cobwebs away My repellent membrane. Holding … Continue reading The flourishing membrane

A Gift from Saturn

As Saturn moves from Pisces to Aries, They say Saturn leaves us gifts... This poem is an active imagination I had a few years back. The inner world of a writer often goes deep. Into the world of our psyches. We also reach high into the sky. As we watch the Pleiades and Orion's Belt … Continue reading A Gift from Saturn

Third Winter Wonderland Poem

An event to read and talk I got lost I woke up encrusted with "how could Is?" Lost I found myself fishing my dream finishing my dream in waking time awake with a cup of coffee kitty on my lap. The large ten-inch-long lizard 3-inch width creature still reminds me that it might still be … Continue reading Third Winter Wonderland Poem

Second Winter Wonderland Poem, Saturn and Chiron and Beyond

Astronomical, astrological, metaphysical ~ trinity. Saturn: Time, Philyra: Form and Chiron: Solar egg sack. It seems that peopleare talking about... Saturn on steroidssince ascendingto the high land of his home.As Capricorn alerts the master ! Chiron to take on the powerA healing of this shadowy world ...much more beyond our knowing. I am not worriedbecause … Continue reading Second Winter Wonderland Poem, Saturn and Chiron and Beyond

First Winter Wonderland Poem, Neptune in Cancer!

I was thinking how Crones, older women, are not as influenced by the cycles of the Moon! I look back over my feminine life Seeing how unconsciously I was driven. Influenced by the phases of the Moon, my powerfully changing hormones! Best described as chemical slavery. A female body a lunar ebb and flow alignment … Continue reading First Winter Wonderland Poem, Neptune in Cancer!