Saturday, February 1, 2014

MUSINGS FROM A WARPED MIND

The other day, a few days back before MAJOR HEADACHE day, BEAST and I visited a friend who used to have a sheep ranch and some horses. For those new here (oh, I really hope there are some new faces in the crowd), BEAST is not my husband or even my boyfriend. IF you know me on Facebook or Twitter, then you know BEAST is part of my regular posts.  

Meet BEAST 

(He's Always Making New Friends)


(not really BEAST on the horse, but the statement about him always making new friends is true and now you have an idea of who he is when I talk about him)

Ever since then, he turns his nose up at his lamb-and-sweet-poato stew. I tried remembering if maybe it made him ill one time...but he's always chowed down and hasn't "sicked up" even once.  Do you think some animals can recognize other animals as their food and refuse to participate?

BTW, "sick up" is what my kids called puking...I would tell them they were sick and to stay in bed...the first time I heard one of them complain "Mom, I sicked up", I thought, yes, that's exactly what we do.

I thought back to the things I used to love to eat as a kid and not many of them have remained my favorites. So, maybe it isn't strange for BEAST to turn away from something he used to eat enthusiastically. But, I still wonder...wouldn't you?

I ruled out illness and then I thought about how I knew my kids were ill or faking and decided to ask myself the same questions about BEAST. I paid extra special attention to his actions and activities the next few day. Was he drinking normally? Eliminating? Was his activity level normal (and, for a bully, that's low) and did his sleep schedule seem unchanged? He hasn't eaten any picnic benches or catcher's mitts or window casings since he was a pup, so it can't be that.

He's down to his Chicken- and Duck-and-sweet-potato stews now...he still scarfs those down. 

Mental Note:  Do Not Take Beast To Chicken Farms or Water Where Ducks Might Be Just In Case...

DO YOU TREAT YOUR PETS LIKE PART OF YOUR FAMILY?




POETRY - EROTIC: FRIENDLY FIRE UNDER PRESSURE



FRIENDLY FIRE UNDER PRESSURE
©Mimi Wolske, January 2014
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(art by Orla Whelan)

Touching herself in the mirror
She enjoys his dicktation and
Seeing the battle of the bulge
In his pants with prospects of
Friendly fire under pressure
Two right hands cling to his slippery slopes
One tied behind her back
With love and with sacrifice
No one speaks while dancing
Bodies tremble
Fingers become travelers
Stepping into the labyrinth
Meeting the curve and angles of
Latitude and longitude
A map in two different hands
The shell is finally home
Helmet and both guns sliding in
Like a sacrificing soldier
The sea recedes in an all-night vigil
Heart and fingers beat
The flute empties its notes
Mountains rise breathing
Shimmering crevices cool
The drying river weaves a pattern
Snaking through the bush
The flute shrinks in warm perfume
Two shriveled sisters soften atop their hills

Friday, January 31, 2014

POETRY: BADGES OF TEARS




Eyes and tongue and voice
Swallow guile
She'll fuck you like thin
Arrow drawn
Captious naked
Lady blooms
Rupturing the truth
Sting your eyes
With badges of tears

©Mona Arizona, January 2014
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(art by Malcolm Liepke)


MUSINGS - POETRY: YOU HAVE MY HEART



Last night, we searched for my heartbeat.
You told me I had no heart;
I laughed, wondering where it is.
Later that night, I realized something.
You have it.

©Mimi Wolske, January 2014
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(art by Malcolm Liepke)




POETRY: FLY AWAY



©Mimi Wolske, January 2014
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Perched high in her suicide tree,
Never kept in a gilded cage
As many would report later,
She felt like she'd been clawing glass.

Ragged tears floated down silken,
Desiccated threads of chestnut,
For it was a man who clipped her
gossamer dreams with dying love.

She held gypsy-red window tiebacks,
Looped at her nape and spider rolled,
That were the length of his torso
Lying in the ground beneath her.