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1the stolen poem winter issue
yolanda mora * stacey l. welsch * john rossi
leeza coleman * maggie * robin * mat gould
mystic lady * word.mind *carlos caamiña garcía
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maggie * cover pictureyolanda mora * p6john rossi * p28leeza coleman * p42ms.art * p44mat gould * p48word.mind * p52carlos caamiña garcía * p54mystic lady * p56robin * p60stacey l. welsch * p72yolanda mora * p92
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Hello again everyone. I t is with a particular affinity held within me that Ipresent to you our featured guest. Having had the good fortune to travelto Spain on a few occasions (my sobrinos' were born there) and actual lywalked and breathed in it’s rich historical significance. Fascinating it wasto see the architecture, especial ly those of the massive cathedrals and
museums that are found there, as well as, venturing down severalnarrow brick layered roads with it’s old world appeal. Just an enrichingartistic culture to observe. I ’m very excited to introduce you another of
Spain's fledging talents, poet and painter Yolanda Mora.
Traveling the cities and smaller towns of
Spain I discovered a flourishing local artistic
community. Certainly a result of, and
influenced by this being the birthplace of
world famous artist’s who’s legacies wil l l ive
on into infinity. As happenstance placed
Yolanda’s poetry before me, I was curious to
see how closely her expressions reflected
those noted influences.
Indeed within her writing I discovered the bold
emotions, spontaneity and surrealism. The
passion and subtle contrasts of realities that
comprise the artistry known as being born
from such. However, as it should be, her style
is uniquely her own. As I communicated with
her in preparing for this presentation, initial ly I
found her surprisingly modest and yet came
away even more intrigued. I share now with
you our conversation;
Rory: Hi Yolanda, How are you?
Yolanda: Fine, thank you! ! How are you?
Rory: I 'm doing just great
Yolanda: You make me smile, he he. I smile
easily
by Robin
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an interview with
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Rory: Well thank you Yolanda. You make me
smile too!
Especial ly when I read your poetry.
Yolanda: . . .and thank you for your smile when
reading my poems. ha ha, they tend to be so
murky. . . to me.
Rory: You write and you paint. When did you
begin to take your art, both writing and
painting seriously?
Yolanda: Excuse my English. I use to write
and speak in Spanish but poems come in
English. Weird!
Rory: Ha ha, your English is just fine. Tell me
of the art that resides in you.
Yolanda: I thought i was a writer at 1 4, when I
wrote my second novel. . . .ha ha
Rory: I t appears that you were a writer. . Two
novels by the age of 1 4. That’s an impressive
accomplishment for such an early age. Tell
me of them. What are they about?
Yolanda: (smile) Yes, I am a bookworm, or I
was a bookworm, daydreaming and all that.
"it’s l ike a feverat 6 in the morning,
you have to get up
andwrite down some lines"
"Yes, I am abookworm,or I was a bookworm,daydreaming and all that."
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The first novel, unfinished, at the age of 11 ,
was about Egypt and the mystery of the
pyramids and a group of teenagers that
resolved all the enigmas, just l ike Enid Blyton.
The second one was about a red-haired
teenager named Norma jean, very much like
the author Katherine Patterson, you know, I
didn’t want to grow up, I wanted to write for
children and teenagers, I thought those books
were more interesting than books for adults.
Rory: Was it about this time also that you
begin writing poetry or did that come
sometime later?
Yolanda: Writing poetry is an odd thing, they
just come or don’t come to my mind in years,
the words, I mean. I always loved English
language. I read a lot of poetry and novels,
essays in English. I don’t know what to say,
it’s l ike a fever at 6 in the morning, you have
to get up and write down some lines or
whatever.
Rory: When did the drawing and painting start
for you?
Yolanda: At preschool?? Yes! Oh, it’s just an
awesome experience! You can release all
"it’s l ike a feverat 6 in the morning,
you have to get up
andwrite down some lines"
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your fantasies, al l your demons, genii , and all
your thoughts. And the subconscious speaks for
you. For me, a painting is l ike a poem. a vision.
BOOM! Of course there are historic paintings that
are entire novels. Velazquez/Tolstoy etc. . .
Rory: Interesting the artists you mentioned here. I
have visited Madrid a few times. I found that
there is quite an artistic community there. Of
course this would be, seeing that this is the
birthplace of Salvador Dali . I t appeared that many
local artists were influenced by him and emulated
much of his abstract and symbolic painting style.
Were you influenced by Dali
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Yolanda: Oh Dali . I love surrealism, I feel I am
influenced by surreal drawings and writing,
especial ly Leonora Carrington and Lorca and
Unica Zürn, but Dali , I don’t have anything to
say about Dali . Sorry if I hurt your feelings
about Dali . I prefer Picasso! !
Rory: Oh no my feelings won't get hurt LOL!! .
That’s what this is about. Learning more about
you and for the l ife of me, how could I have
forgotten about him. So what is it about Picasso
and the other artist(s) you mentioned that
captured your attention.
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Yolanda: Velazquez painting soooo well ,
effortlessly, apparently. He wanted to be a
philosopher maybe? I love LAS
HILANDERAS, so sensual, and yes of course,
the atmosphere, the air, the colors and that
Old God in Decadence. Those silvers and reds
and blues. Picasso, another one, one of my
"teachers", he always pushing his different
styles to the l imit! ! I learned you must go to the
l imits in art.
Rory: You’re influences are quite interesting I
must admit. When you sit down to write a
piece, what typical ly has inspired you to do
so. Listening to music perhaps or ????
Yolanda: Who knows?? I was thinking right
now of the movie THE HOURS, 3 women I
suddenly say 3 hours and maybe I start
writing. Dreams, they always help me with the
subconscious part. ha ha, maybe I am a
surrealist woman after al l . I let the
subconscious flow. A memory, a trauma,
namely, a change in my life al l that trigger
writing. Anxious to know the why of events.
Art is healing, I bel ieve. I started myspacing
and posting writings as a need to be listened
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" A memory,a trauma,
namely,
a changein my life
al l that
trigger writing"
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to. I have so many notebooks, writings,
drawings Oh, there’s another one of l ittle
paintings. I manage 3 notebooks at once right
now. Oh, my!! ! That’s amazing! ! ! ha ha ha ha.
I was sick of keeping all that raw material only
for myself. And no, I don’t want to see my
work published or do more exhibitions. I give
my drawings for free now, ha ha. As a gift.
What am I saying? I speak too much! ! ha ha
Rory: Which leads me to this question. As you
are aware, many if not most writers DO want
their work published/exhibited. You have just
said that you do not and yet you have a need
to be "l istened" to. Can you explain this need
and how it developed within you.
Yolanda: ohhhhh. . . . if my work could be
exhibited without ME, the person, the artist,
the show and all that, I ’d be delighted. I hate
to appear as the "star", I am talking about the
openings of exhibitions I have been invited to.
ohhhh It’s a total fight of egos, many artists
there. . . . ego, ego, ego. . . if I could disappear.
The 2 exhibitions I did at the museum Reina
Sofia (I used to work there and all the workers
who were artists could exhibit their art in a
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" A memory,a trauma,
namely,
a changein my life
al l that
trigger writing"
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corridor, near the toi lets, oh, so funny, yet
depressing). The 2 years I did that THING, to
expose my work to the public, oh I blushed,
embarrassed and all . I couldn’t bel ieve it.
There is always the need to be listened to, I
know, but why the body must be there??
Maybe it’s a wrong feeling. I am shy, but I
don’t mean that. I hate show business.
Myspace listens. who knows what wil l come
next? I am a total chaos. a workaholic--- how
do you say that, adicta al trabajo? The ego
thing, I was there, in the museum, among
artists disguised as artists and I didn’t even
know what to wear. ha ha ha ha. Pathetic. I
am too ambitious. I want everything, I mean,
I want to be talented but my body shouldn’t
appear. Can you understand anything I have
said? oh, my!
Rory: Yes Yolanda I do understand you,
absolutely. Apparently the ego that develops
in many people troubles you. So let me
move away from the arts briefly and ask,
what about our global society that gives you
the greatest concern or that you have the
deepest passion for.
Yolanda: This society needs to love. This
society is sooo selfish. I hate wars,
obsessions, fanatics, madness, I need more
intimacy,but I think the human beings are
devil ish inside. We are wrongly made, if
created by someone or something. I am
Christian, but hate rel igions. I hate madness,
sadness. Once I was obsessed with
someone, a boyfriend, Myspace helped me
so much, I mean, writing here, yes , I was
final ly l istened to. Someone was there to
read my poems or be critic with my ideas. I
love arts, they are healing. And I love l ife, I
think it’s wonderful to be alive, even if you
are sick or in a war I learned that from my
Grandparents, who lived the Spanish war.
They used to say, l ife is wonderful,
wonderful, don’t be so sad! I don’t know if I
answer your questions, just letting myself
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" if my work could be exhibited without
the person, the artist, the show and all that,
I ’d be delighted"
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go. . . . fly. . . a l ittle, but hey, I am here, in this
world. I apparently look like self-centered,
just in order to survive.
Rory: I love your country and have lasting
memories from my experiences there. Have
you been to the United States and if not is it
your desire to do so. Also tel l us of one of
your favorite places that you have been and
why it is so.
Yolanda: Oh, thank you. Yes, I love Spain
too. And Madrid, nice sky, pure blue. I wil l go
to the United States one day. To California. . .
or Montana. . . or Seattle. . . or. . . . . who knows! I
have myspace friends there, very close to
me, they are poets, he he. One day. Oh, i
need money right now, ha ha. Yet i´m afraid
of planes, but I ´ve traveled a bit.Tunis,
London, France, Portugal and every corner
of Spain. I loved Paris, because I wanted to
see the Bateau Lavoir, the place where
Picasso painted Les Demoisel les d´Avignon.
I am always fol lowing the tracks of the artists
I admire. I want to go to Austria, Russia. Oh, I
want to visit Emily Dickinson’s house! ! ! !
Rory: Well I do certainly hope you come to
visit Seattle one day. Quite beautiful it is
here. On your Myspace profi le it says Heidi 's
role playing. What is the significance of that.
Yolanda: Oh, I ’d love to travel to the States
but the planes. Heidi is for Heidi Julavits, the
"new" American author and role-playing is for
her book which I love so much, "The effect of
l iving backwards". I love her writing, her
metaphors and her oceanic prose, l ike waves
, l ike poetry. and she’s beautiful . So she wil l
be more famous one day. . . ha ha ha. Role
playing because I love to photograph and
disguise myself a lot. In that book, the
characters role-play as the good person, bad
person, in a plane, al l stereotypes---- say if I
my English is ok, oh, my god!
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" if my work could be exhibited without
the person, the artist, the show and all that,
I ’d be delighted"
me
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Rory: ha ha, Your doing just fine with your
English.
Yolanda: . . .as an artist I have to role-play, in
this interview as a poet or something. When I
go for a walk I am the walker. In the museum
where I worked for 3 years I disguised myself
with the uniform and I role-played as the
watcher, taking care of the paintings, I was the
"master" of the room, the people. We have a
mil l ion of personalities inside of us don’t you
think?
Rory: Well there are many facets to our
being I would say, yes.
Yolanda: We are not only absolute good or
bad. there’s a lot of nuances, we are all a
l ittle devil ish inside. . . . he he.
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Rory: Yolanda this is quite an intriguing
conversation and I could continue on indefinitely,
but we do sti l l have your poem also to present. I
want to thank you for being such a gracious
guest, spending time with me and sharing your
thoughts . I wish you only the best in al l that you
do.
Yolanda: Thank you so much! ! I t’s been an
interesting conversation. My poem, written in
2007, after a nervous breakdown. I t’s
about l iving on edge, for good or for bad,
push ourselves to the l imits, l iving,
absorbing l ife, we must be bold and strong.
Love and I wish you the best too! ! !
"as an artist I have to
role-play,in this interview as a poet
or something.
When I go for a walk
I am the walker"
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missing girlMe echó mal de ojo- trimestreDe larga duración.Red cardboardVoodoo sexy doll
I waste my blonde hairIn bad pil lows.The Persian carpetAll reds and greens,Wrong retozar al lí.I cut in hexagons the carpet,The mirror recorded all .I was so old.En el fotomatón, en las fotos
Perdí mi dinero.I used her digicam to recovermy soul.He was gone. He left me aloneWith the photographs. He leftmeAlone. He did voodooWith my long lost white hair-I am missing. Dead, dear, how imiss you-(i need you, sister)Hexagonal pieces of textures,woolAnd dust into the open box
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missing girl
Open boxHexes! Self-centered l izard:Who are these people walking tothe sea?Humans. (i am a human too)He sent me hexes long-termFrom so far awaySo many no-onesIn hexagonal coffins, or minimalbuildings-The mapboard, reds and greens,he´s here!(And he comes, how he comes!)Smash the boxesOr for courierTo my dear sister.
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I dreamt i was Heidi jay-Who wrote this book- soserious?i. i am not that lugubriousi never met bonnie parkershe met bonnie parker,you are a genius, dear.I am funny, gipsy, blonde, thatgirl .I am more than 30 years oldI am immature i am not immatureStrong ego—I hide under the table afterMean, bad, ugly review—I crunch it´s so cold.The table is square. Out of a rootOf birch tree. I am Russian.The Persian carpet- oh, i makemyOwn bread, to sel l—I dreamt about my past sufferingStrong obsession—i couldn´tbreatheBreath now. Cold, scary breezenow.I go out from under the table.We are married.
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i dreamt i was heidi jay
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i dreamt i was heidi jay
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And i dreamt, i dreamtAbout al l books, my whole l ife,Maybe i was dying. I am dying.Lying, always lies. Can you roleplayA hijacking, Jackie the slut?And she loves my Books- now.And she is infatuated with me.I am trying to get pregnant.That Russian lady threw theTea cup to mona lisaAgainst the protecting glass.To the gas chamber!Off with her head!I ´m alice.Alice out of the table.I am big. Tall . Blonde andMarilyn.Are you roleplaying edith or lorina?Are you ada or ardor?Are you Katherine Patterson?Or bonnie dead?I am not dead, my dear,We are married.I sel l bread and booksSecond hand bookshotI photoshop books.That is my life in the cold weather.Elm trees. And the graveyard.
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Waters. Green, turquoise bathroomMy muses evergreen every timeI concoct them.Happiest—
I read Bonnie´s love lettersI read her poemsI roleplay Bonnie ParkerI drink pot teaI am healthy—There is a strike but i make more breadI´l l be arrested and shot
Rat-tat-tat.
But i don´t have a car.I don´t have my babyLocked in the car with this heat.Self-hatred, angst-ridden, table-riddenHappiest—Happiest—i am pregnant of my secondgirlAunt, aunt, she looks so much like you.
Turquoise house.
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Sandals, Japanese socksMy big toe separate from neighboringI try to befriend my neighbours:Sad, cold, won´t say a word to me.Pot tea. To paint the house again.To take care of the baby and the farm.To take care, dust off the shelvesBooks, books, books.Go to the zoo. There is no zoo.There is nothing in the northern stateNear the arctic darkWe make our own bread.We are writers.We sell out our bodies,Youtube interviews and readingsSell out yourself, husband, my Bonnie,Edith, the sluttest of the three sisters.I come from east Europe,I come from the light,The tables, the table, Alice´s tableI muse, i rol l out,Roll to him.I ´m going to write right away.But i am nor Bonnie Parker.Who wrote this damn book?I was 29. I am a woman now.
Yolanda Mora ©2007
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II NN MMYY OOWWNN WWOORRDDSSJohn RossiI THINK
WHAT GIVES ME BLANKET VALIDITY
IN THE arts worldis my lifelong pattern
ofreacting to what is around me
…in a free creative way…without barriers.
This means I think
– without thinking about it much.
The stimuli trumping thetoo commonly restraintive
brain in other words.
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Maybe this is why ‘barriers’are a common theme in my visual work?
I just have never cared much to belaboractivity – or maybe cared is not theword…maybe I ’m just lazy and go thecreative route of least resistance? Whileinitial ly studying art history…often common threadson non-correlating works or artists caught my eye.
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Paul Klee seemed to sum upeverything for me…to make a long story short…his work was effortless in itsexecution and playfulness – while aesthetical ly beingbri l l iant – almost every time.
Vermeer’s use of color and clarity and control…knowing when to stop…therichness and darkness – in one….subdued joy.
Carravaggio – the use ofchiarascurro…Mondrian…compositionalawareness…Lascaux…what you saw is what it is…no more– no less.
Overall body languagetranslation… that is the
beauty of simply translatingwhat we don’t instantly see –
unti l i t’s revealed….Cezanne did this…and Van Gogh and Warhol….
Plus…
The use of red….
The use of surprise…
The use of obvious energy…
Or – as is over said today….just do it.
I was never on a mission – sti l l am not…
my list of creative artists I respect is long….
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FFOORRMMAALL EEDDUUCCAATTII OONN
The Ohio State University – Columbus fal l 1 968 through spring 1 977.
Degrees included BA’s and BFA’s…I hung out unti l they kicked me out.
Concentration was studio arts but also art history, l iterature, sociology, etc.
There was no studio I didn’t have the key to.
Ohio University – Athens 1 978/1 980. MFA in multi-discipl ined studio arts. I
was a painting major – my two shows there were based around instal lation,
printmaking and the written word.
jj oohhnn rroossssii
BB II OOJohn Rossib. Youngstown, Ohio USA
June 1 5, 1 950 (it was snowing)
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I had jobs sincethe age of 1 2 to
pay for everythingsave a studentloan or two…
Grad school thank god was free –plus they paid me to teach
classes…! While an undergrad atOSU I primari ly ran a Levi’s shop atan upscale mall in Columbus. I alsobecame an accomplished waiter oftables and a bartender – both skil ls
that paid off later in l ife.
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I founded the companyROSSI PASTA whiledeciding what to doafter grad school– which sti l l is active – sans myself at rossipasta.com. Ilearned about real l ife while running the business from 1 981unti l 2000 – and to my way of thinking easily earned an MBA,psych and culinary degrees – plus enormous stand-upcomedy credits. At our peak we had 30 employees.
In 1 986 I marriedinto two very small
kids and theneventual ly fathered
four more– no –
there was no plan .
I enjoyed parenting immensely andthough chaotic as you can imagine – itbecame an achievement/experiencethat highl ights my life to this moment.
My youngest are now 1 6 and 1 7.
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The decadeof the 2000’swas my‘brutal ’ period… enough said. But we’veall survived – except one.She is highl ighted in muchof my recent work however– a spirit never dies. I workdaily – as you’l l see if youfol low me at MYSPACE –
I simplycan’t stopmy creativeenergies…and see very l ittle reasonto…it sustains me. I lookforward to a ful l gal lery showat THE PARKERSBURGART CENTER in May of2011 – and also hope verymuch to create other formalshowing relationships withthe emergence of this site.
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You can– if you desire –
read my lifehistory (basical ly)
at the MYSPACE blog
– it scrol ls back to May 2008 – sure – do a few a day –
they are very short usually and encompass pretty much of the
gamut of an artist’s l ifethat absolutely does…
wing it– much comedy also.
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I f you are ever in the Marietta, OH area of our country –my studio is at:
1 04 Front StreetMarietta, OH 45750
Directly adjacent to the Lafayette Hotel at the mouth ofThe Ohio and Muskingum Rivers
Hours are by appointment but I ’m there most of thetime….Marietta is a quaint l ittle town.
Best to you…April One - 201 0
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leezacoleman
All I want to sayto ID myself
is that I'm aNew York City
nativewho is a vegan.
leeza coleman
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Hell HoleFrom bright sunl ight she stumbled and tumbled deep, deep, deep into
the old wellAbandoned for years, rumor had it that it was the entryway to Hell
One minute, she had been alive, heard birds, felt the sun’s heat andtalked to friends
Was she dead, was a fal l into a cold, dark hole indeed the way lifeends?
Her big brother was schizophrenic ~ as a child she’d been afraid of himHis conversation made no sense and his personality had grown dim
She heard him have conversations with individuals she could not seeHer fear became hysteria that she would one day be the same as he
Could this be what had happened to her on this ordinary sunbright day?Did DNA step in, as she long feared, and steal her sanity away?
She was overcome by a pure manic thri l l of dark anticipationHer head thrown back she laughed wildly as she entered Satan’s
ghastly nation
No one would ever find her body - and it is interesting to ponderIf she died and went to Hell , or madness took her first ~ I shal l long
wonder
Leeza Coleman, 09/201 0
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is currently bunkered in on the other sideof a mountain in Western North
Carolina,U.S.A.He has been delving into the verse for over20 years, enduring rapture and the rule ofa ruined kingdom ever since. He has not
read his work to a public forum for tenyears, citing ritual and not needing thevalidation otherwise for his reason. His
new book "The Fire Is Breathing On Me"wil l be available Oct. 29, 201 0. . . it is his 4thchap. He can be reached via The Luxman
Empire on that myspace gig or throughBeasley Barrenton at
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who I am"it was you" they said
well
I doan nah who they are
or
who they were
orwhom they wil l ever be
but
it was me
and
it is me
so that wil l have to be all this ever means-
mmaatttt ggoouu ll dd
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a well kepthard onin the earlycoldwith very l ittle to saypeer outsee one of the cats crossing the roadthere is enough of it al ltoday suggests to stay up here awhileaway from the scampering beastsunder a brass skywhittl ing the season to a blunt endonly the l itany survivesthe cock wil l sti l l crowbroom doan move nah stonethe wind serves a gesture of the coming conditionsIpush outastiff chestthen I sl ightly give inbutnot so much as to shiveronly going back in to put on some sleevesthere is a solidarity of sortsan appreciation for the shrewd iron wil lbeating existence into a horny hush-
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getting our bones tattoedat the boardwalk
between the dry creekand the high rise
everybody wants their own rock-n-rol la ship in the bottle up on the shelf
a shoe shine machine under the tablelook at me
doan I look the parteverything is tight its so hard to breathe
I chew on my teethand
sweat at the kneesthere are pictures of me in another city
up against another wallwith a bummed cigarette
andtired open eyes
singing the songs for pretty things to decidedo I look good in black and white
orspread out in color with al l the dirty others
point out to the shorethere it is to discover
the virgins never werea rite of passage beyond being born
come crying into this worldful l of heart and pain
jes to get us a name for the fight we give-
Mat Gould is set to release his fourth chapbook
"The Fire is Breathing On Me".
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Nac8 debajo de la luna negra, buscando la v8a hac8a la luz deamistades eternales, de mentes brillantes que podrianiluminar las tareas de la vida mas importante que solomenteganar dinero, entre ejemplos de la belleza de la alma,paisanos en la inundaci:n de las posibilidades invisibles,pescadores de las nubes de los tama9os incredibles, pero que sepueden ver en el cielo, por cierto, creaci:nes del tiempo, comolas bromas de la historia de seu9os.
Trabaj7 en el Cuerpo de Paz, depues de la asascinaci:n dedictador Trujillo en la Republica Dominicana, y con el grancampi:n de la gente de la tierra, Pancho Botello, en lasfincas de Arizona y California, y en las calles de Nueve Yorkcon Gloria Cruz Fontanez para la salud de la gente de laChina y del Puerto Rico, y se v8 las paredes de Madrid en unano cuando, cerca de la univers8dad, se aparecen la palabra"libertad!"
El Arte. ?Que es? Espejo de la vida en las fronteras depercepci:n del artista.
Presidente del Concil io de Asuntos Mundiales,
Seattle, Washington, USA 1 985-1 988.
Presidente de la Compania Onadime
Fabrica de Software
Seattle, Washington, USA 1 995-present
En el espiritu de la carta suya:?es bastante profesional? ...es que, ?se puede serprofesional, el arte? ?Segun a las reglas y expectaci:nesde quien?---quizas, Goya. Si Goya. Para mi. si. Las reglas yexpectaci:nes de Goya, si necec8tan algas....
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made up memories, from a good time with friends
Lupe Restaurant, Avenue of The Americas and Watts, NYC, Aug 2009
-for Jack and Gloria
Broken English dreamers in the Caravan of SyllablesTrucking to the far side of a paragraph, to the epitaph
of domineering impositions, to the end of conformityfeigning freedom, and on on on con las palabras de pajaros
Making canciones to the Sun -lleno de la esperanzade bailar en la musica del tiempo, entre nubes y viento-
With fascination a melody from the tuba of desireThump thump thumping down the Grand Concourse,
Con violinas que cantan del sabor de aguacates,de las brisas de la isla, del agua de azules brillantes,de la pobresa de la gente y las almas lleno de amistad.Ay Ay ay ay, cantas no llores, on Avenue A, or el Clint:n.
Bajo de la Houston, habia un mundo distinto, ayer, ayer,Egos and ids, beauty and hunger, mixed like the music of time…
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I am 40, l ive in North Yorkshire Uk withmy husband of many years and 3gorgeous boys. I love to write poetry &paint for friends & family.Self taughtartist and published poet. I bel ieve inacheiving WORLD PEACE,preservingnature, recycling everything! andabolishing global poverty. I sponsorchildren in the third world and respectal l races rel igions faiths andcultures.Have been In the jewellerytrade for many many years. Art, poetry,rel igion , l iterature,nature are just a fewof my hobbies.
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bbeeaauu ttyyYouth beauty and determinationShall inherit the earth whilstBitterness wisdom and regrets shall inherit the graves
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The little girlShe was shunned,MisunderstoodAn outcomeof somethingThat had lost its purpose,So she was neglected,RejectedIgnored,Pushed asideUndervalued
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It was as thoughShe wasn’t thereThey didn’t care.When no one was lookingShe was thrown awayCast aside,like a piece of chessHow unblessed,Oh but she crawled back slowlyBut surelyCunning little” she devil”VengefulResentfulShe climbed fasterFurtherReaching up to the daylightShe survivedAnd laughed longestLaughed loudest.Memories of yesterdayBecome the Ghosts stories of today.Desperate
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Oh it’s an opportunityFor your youth and originality,When nothing else seems so worthysell yourself artisticallyIts limelight and a glitter ballHear the applauseOh theres nothing to substitute the ovationsSo loose yourself,abuse yourself,Amuse yourself,prostitute yourself,become someone else for a whileIts entertainment,Nothing moreHear the cheers and the roarsAnd stand for your ovations,AppreciationsDon’t forget to bow,Your Like the phoenix nowTo Rise and then only to fallBecause He lost control.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
written & copyrighted by Mystic Lady October 201 0
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Stacy was born in Clinton, MO, onJune 25th 1 973. Although shenow lives on the outskirts ofKansas City, she has lived in manyStates and Cities therein:
Llano, TexasSan Antonio, TexasDenver, ColoradoMiami, FloridaHuntington, West VirginiaSpringfield, MOWindsor, MOHallsvi l le. MOAir Force Base, I l l inoisArmy, KansasWarrensburg, MOThe specifics are many more
includingWomen Abuse Shelter
Diversityis a strongtool to gainany boldintel lect.
Both l iving in so manyremarkably different places and eightyears of College were goldenadditions.
A week after she obtainedher Doctorate in Law, a severe wreckalmosttook her l ife. She had a 1 7 percentchance tol ive, and even less to be in thecondition shecurrently is in. She suffered 7 brainbleeds,skeletal fractures, spinal fluid leak,brokenneck, re-broken collar bone, leftlower backbroken, pelvis broken and vagina.
Stacy is a Mother of two children,HaileyRenae Welch, age 11 and CodyDean Hawken,age 1 6. Suffering issues such asbackincluding moderate Scoliosis, AVN,Kienboch’s, Stacy sti l l excels in l ivingthe l ifegiven to her.
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stacy l. welchtrixyDiversityis a strongtool to gainany boldintel lect.
Both l iving in so manyremarkably different places and eightyears of College were goldenadditions.
A week after she obtainedher Doctorate in Law, a severe wreckalmosttook her l ife. She had a 1 7 percentchance tol ive, and even less to be in thecondition shecurrently is in. She suffered 7 brainbleeds,skeletal fractures, spinal fluid leak,brokenneck, re-broken collar bone, leftlower backbroken, pelvis broken and vagina.
Stacy is a Mother of two children,HaileyRenae Welch, age 11 and CodyDean Hawken,age 1 6. Suffering issues such asbackincluding moderate Scoliosis, AVN,Kienboch’s, Stacy sti l l excels in l ivingthe l ifegiven to her.
Perceptionschange upongreeting death,
andStacy has chosento focus on Writing
and Artrather than Lawwhich is deadly in
and ofitself.
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Sandals and Sands
Sandals mimicking a shouldercross freely foreign sands
to the Bays of Spain.
Exes, exes, exes, exes,hexes – all fucking hexes.
Let me touch your flaked tonguewith cold fingertips, warmedin the exfoliated white waterswashing over our high hips.
Exes, exes, exes, exes,hexes – all fucking hexes.
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For our Pink flaming Fairies –they are our boxes opened,continuously donating skulls
and six sea dollars for a pence.
Exes, exes, exes, exes,hexes – all fucking hexes.
Dried within the cobwebswe are truly our hexes
and no one really Victors.
Copyright 2010 Trixy
Stacy L. Welch, J.D.
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Our Children we would rather play hide and seekwith our Cucumber/Porcupine looking dildo dongsto find by their Easter Baskets after The Amen,than see the real nipples of their Mothers’ Beautythat nursed them into this Pornographic Worldwith Subliminal Vaginal Cues dancing and dancinginto Oscar’s lid in Sesame Street Alphabets,the titties they will be suppressed under for life.Father, don’t you think i looks like your dickey dooerect cleaning the toilet paper from Mommies Ass?Yes, I caught you faggot not for liking poobut for the fear you have taught me in being Honest,the World is a World you cannot hide foreveror I will learn stupidly how to be your testicleshiding underneath the Clouds of Historical Hooch.Copyright 2010 Trixy/Stacy L. Welch, J.D.
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StoneI live Painwearing its’ fickleConstant Chalk Shadows.Daily Masks Never have an Endin confined configurations.Why’d you Want More?What left do I Haveto Give?My Gravewill be Our Shadow,the Permanent Post Mask.My Constant Shadow is Yours’!No, you can’t throw it away!The Indispensablehas No Grave,onlyStone
Copyright 201 0 Trixy
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The BlackPearlThe Black Pearl....
Your saliva drips down my window ScreenScreaming to be caught –just catch me,not in new plastic Disney tea cups,collapsible glass.The Porcelains from Englandwill soothingly roll me aroundin your aromatic green recipewrit in Ancient Japanese scrollswhere we began.
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The BlackPearlThe Black Pearl....
Your saliva drips down my window ScreenScreaming to be caught –just catch me,not in new plastic Disney tea cups,collapsible glass.The Porcelains from Englandwill soothingly roll me aroundin your aromatic green recipewrit in Ancient Japanese scrollswhere we began.
The Consumptionists beginquenching thirsts for tomorrowladen with white leavesof Black Pearlbetween Our teeth.A Forever was always Impossible,if an Always has been a preferencein the inevitably insaneConception of Time -the Plausibility of a Yesterday.
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J.D.
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