It needs a name.

We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed … Continue reading It needs a name.

This is not a poem about Henry Garfield: Les Yeux Sans Visage

Poem By Hudley Don’t mess with my reservoir of self-loathing, Insecurities and low-self-esteem. This is what encourages integrity and humility Keeping my ego at bay. Making accessibility Fresh insights Constantly renewed. Self-doubt is a golden Experience of being human. Icons and pedestals Melt in the realm of Imperfection. Celebrities slide down Into the muddy earth … Continue reading This is not a poem about Henry Garfield: Les Yeux Sans Visage

Dad’s Passing Saint Patrick’s Day 2013.

Dad and mom in the 1940s Santa Monica CA. Saint Patrick’s Day 2013. My siblings and I headed down to the local Pickwick Irish pub for a great traditional meal of corned beef and cabbage. We drank until the well was closed to us. Then we all went home. I think dad would have appreciated … Continue reading Dad’s Passing Saint Patrick’s Day 2013.

Crone Women Magazine Review

If you are an older women like me looking for some profound reading material; go find a place to kick off your shoes and sit by the fire or stream to read. This is the magazine for you. It is published twice a year. I find it walking the line of paradoxical living. Liberally looking … Continue reading Crone Women Magazine Review

prayer to gaia

prayer to gaia.

They help me to understand…

The Crone Praying Mantis I have never had a real person out-there mentor. My mentors have always been from books published by people long ago demised as William Blake or Carl Jung. When I read their work, it is not in a way as if to own it or to be an expert about their works. … Continue reading They help me to understand…

worth in this life

s a 55-year-old woman who is in a cocoon stage of menopause, I am pulling away from the words and ways of regret. In my 30s I held on to the 'shoulda woulda couldas," these regrets once raced around in my mind; they went racing around in my mind and they took all energy from … Continue reading worth in this life

Imperfection… another close to original post … celebrating ten years.. on WordPress..

Imperfection is not understood much by humanity these days. I don't like perfection. Every time I read a book and find an editorial error I scream out loud with joy!! Even with all of these professional editors, even with the many people with BAs, PhDs and years of experience, an error gets by their clamped … Continue reading Imperfection… another close to original post … celebrating ten years.. on WordPress..

A FULL YEAR!!

In my backyard It is a year for me on WordPress. I have tried posting every day. I love how this site has developed over the year. The pages and categories are improving. It is a focused and informative site. I want to say thanks to all of the individuals who added me to their follow … Continue reading A FULL YEAR!!

A message for only my eyes to see

I looked up and saw gray and white clouds. I looked down and saw large symbols, circles and angles, as if I was kneeling on a ritualistic spot. A thought came to my mind, while sitting on folded knees, about this mysterious surface. “This is upon the place that was once a lawn near my … Continue reading A message for only my eyes to see

LOVE BIRDS: Mae West and George Raft

It is not by chance that I posted a picture of Mae West and a few days later a short essay about George Raft. I did not know the connection between them then, but after some research and reading his biography I came to realize the relationship they had with each other. This is how … Continue reading LOVE BIRDS: Mae West and George Raft

Time to let off some steam…

I cannot image how people could stockpile guns now. Statistics show that white men over 40 are buying guns. It is crazy! What is wrong with them? I don't get what the problem is. I feel what Obama has to offer this country to handle this problem is very responsible and sound. Try not to … Continue reading Time to let off some steam…

Several self-portraits…

I viewed a wonderful film last night on the Sundance Channel called Starting Out in the Evening last. This is not a critical review of the film but a sharing of the themes that the film inspired out of my life. It was a film about age differences, maturity and art. It was about passion, … Continue reading Several self-portraits…

She was a little wild, a little guy crazy but innocent as the smell of Shalimar!?

Shalimar’s recognizable scent has captivated women and their admirers for almost a century now. The iconic love potion was created by blending lemony top notes and fragrant florals over a rich base of vanilla, patchouli, amber and musk. The result is an exotic scent cocktail that deepens into a powerfully sensual weapon, over hours of … Continue reading She was a little wild, a little guy crazy but innocent as the smell of Shalimar!?

Miles away…

Going through the motions of the Christmas season. Not wanting to spend more money on presents Not wanting to spend time with the family I like the cold and a fire in our fireplace Something has passion around here!! I feel like steam all the time Melting, questioning and dreaming. The cold cools my fire within. I feel like … Continue reading Miles away…

The Right Chord: Love Canal, The Gears, TSOL and Adolescents

Punk Rock Colleague & Historian and Professional Consultant Hudley Flipside I cannot believe it was that long ago 12/9/2012. The author reflects on their long-standing enthusiasm for these bands originally mentioning their engagement with them since the early 1980s. They note a personal milestone, highlighting that their youngest son, who was 12 at the time, … Continue reading The Right Chord: Love Canal, The Gears, TSOL and Adolescents

Banners from Kubrick’s exhibition or glorious rebellious madness.

Now some 30 years later his face mocks me. Alex: What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got little save pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited. My first printing project was with … Continue reading Banners from Kubrick’s exhibition or glorious rebellious madness.

Around the fire of electirity

Reading, watching and listening are all good and fine. I've done a lot of these things in my time. Writing is something different altogether. It is a focused act or process of sharing. I use to be afraid to write. Going back to my school days I noticed it was always the smart kids that did the … Continue reading Around the fire of electirity

Strawberry Nose

I think dad will be ninety-three this year. He once was an exceptionally good storyteller. He would sit out on the back porch looking over the San Fernando Valley and tell a story to whomever sat next to him. Just make sure it was not past 5 pm …before the liquor hit his brain. This … Continue reading Strawberry Nose

Ember, the continuity of an image

This got me thinking about the continuity of an image. An image can fly around through many cultures and not really be understood, even though it sometimes carries great meaning, wisdom and insight. Hudley Watercolor As an older woman I find nothing in my current culture to affirm what I am going through, which is … Continue reading Ember, the continuity of an image