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Urban Nature IV: Getty Gardens on a Late Sunday Afternoon
White flooding hope licks crimson revelers held staunch by cool, uneven shadow, kindling goldenrod crystal passion… Amber leaves bristle, ” Come hither” to a shy purple flower. She covers her mouth,...
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Conversations with Indiana Musicians
When I visited the Midwest a couple of weeks ago, me and the family took a little trip within a trip. My parents live in Illinois on the Indiana border. My father rented an SUV and me, him, Mom,...
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Feisty
A man called her feisty. He said he liked feisty women. It was a compliment, so it was ok. She had stopped being offended by feisty, And other so-called compliments like Fiery, spunky, plucky,...
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Smiling Copper Dragonfly
From putting Bogey, the Big Dog, inside the house, a tired and foul mooded Dog Mama turned into a world where fairies do exist. __ No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval...
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Cosmic Mama Don’t Dance
I met a guy on Santa Monica Pier last week. I was there for the Twilight Dance Series, my first time back in a couple of years. The Gumbo Brothers, local to Venice, were rocking the crowd. Later, a...
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Desperado
I haven’t had sex in a long time. Neither have I. I need it to validate my existence. I want it to celebrate life. (beat) So, are we going to have sex? No.
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Serving Breath
I stopped by the Talking Stick on Friday night to show my love for their Venice MoZaic series hosted by the lovely Audrey. I had a cappuccino and enjoyed one of the bands for about a half hour or so....
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Drunken Bastards, Needle & Thread and a 2×4
My Grandma Toots could tell a great story and there were many. One of my favorites came out of her childhood. It was about the importance of the woman’s circle, especially at a time when women had...
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Gone House Building…
Two days before Christmas, I took a stroll at sunset through a beautiful old cemetery, one of my favorite places. Built on the side of hill on the very edge of Paris, Illinois, it is where I clear my...
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Just Home…
I was house-sitting near Windward Circle last week. One night I went out to get a bite to eat. Before picking up some organic pink lentil soup and vegan coconut mousse at Seed, I took a stroll along...
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Bumming
My Grandpa Joe has been dead for over nineteen years, but I still miss him and think about him often. He grew up in a tiny coal mining town, Universal, Indiana, which was known as Bunsen after the...
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Freudian Fisticuffs
I nearly got into fisticuffs with a small, nerdy, Asian American gal at the Hotel Erwin last week. I say fisticuffs, because that is a ridiculous word and it is ridiculous that a long bar line would...
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Sun, Moon, Sky and Venice Beach
I spend a lot of time looking up. A natural dreamer, I often stare at the heavens and imagine myself there – always a different version, of course. Maybe instead of an actor, I should’ve studied to be...
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Silicon Beach: Resurrection of the Artist as Hero
This one is a little weird to me after some time has past. I actually have to convince myself that I wrote it. Not all of it makes sense. I was really obsessed with Silicon Beach and then I wasn’t…...
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‘REBEL’ at MOCA: Deconstructing James Franco’s Dean
As a non art critic previewing MOCA’s most recently opened exhibit, Rebel - temporarily installed at 941North Highland inside an annexed space – James Franco and seven other artists have put together...
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Guitarist in the Yard
Last night, I awoke, naked, to discover a guitarist in the yard. Hiding under Grandma Toots’ orange and green afghan, I tried to go back to sleep. Slumber impossible through spotty plinking and the...
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Young Woman’s Lake Michigan Love Story
In the summer of 1998, I started going on daily seven mile runs along Lake Michigan in Chicago. I had been a runner for some years, but much less intense. The reason I doubled my distance and...
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Beach Rat Love
A teeming bowl of cigarette butts and a condom that says “Love” – nothing screams ROMANCE like a white rose and hand towel brought to a street corner lay. Ah, Venice… Whoever said chivalry was dead,...
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GINGER STEW
On Tuesday, March 19th, my one woman storytelling show, GINGER STEW debuted at Santino’s Santa Monica. It was more fun than I could have imagined. Now you can find me every THIRD TUESDAY at Santino’s...
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Tucking In Venice Beach
TUCKING IN VENICE BEACH AUDIO of the text below. The recording is rough. Download: goodnight-venice-beach.mp3 ___ Sometimes, when the variables are left to roam free, they align in such a way that God...
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