What Happens In Vegas…


What Happens In Vegas…

There were no wooden-bellied cellos

Mournfully weeping deep throated

In the house where I live as

I watched the truth of plastic

Freedom plagued by the sounds of

The rat-a-tat-tat

The Bop-bop-pop

Sounds that were echoed only by

Thundering soles pounding the ground

Under fire

Under siege

The feet of the fleeing

Pressing prayers on brick walls

Thrusting souls over fences

Witnessing the crimson pour from

Entities stolen by a lone GUNman

Mimi Wolske

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© Silence Sounds Like

Silence sounds too much like you’ll be going;

Peace preys like a wolf longing for the hunt,

Serenading mocking love fragments from the past.


Autumn songs, once hidden like stars during light,

Return to the desert after summer blends into fall,

Bring winter’s chaos as if thunder in spring’s soul.


Swimming in a Van Gogh joy and red cosmic dreams,

I never wished for your hand-me-down dreams,

Your washed-out, washed-up, rented future for one.


Hail the part-time dreamer, the full-time idiot,

The lover who came with no warnings,

Conceding to counterfeit honesty……..


Mimi Wolske

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Tumbleweed Contessa’s poem: A Trembling Balance

I am in love with paint and text, beginning each painting with my favorite current color and each poem with my favorite current word, enjoying the freedom in the art of both. Neither is an autobiography but both carry a part of my soul.

Burdick Archway verse 12by12

© A Trembling Balance
Mimi Wolske
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Embryonic thoughts,
raw, and
splatter the page.

Changing moods,
like tidal waves
feuding between
want and need,
demand compensatory words.

Tumbleweeds cleave to
the desert. Lo! They rush
ahead of the wind
and awkwardly
roll toward freedom.

Love is yellow and
the deepest blue,
pied with
the morning
and with the night.

My love is a trembling balance.

With Tits That Big, All The Sheep Were Getting in Line

And the debate continues — money or power? Some believe if you have money you also have power. Not so. There are plenty of people in the world with money who have no power. And, you can’t buy power. You can buy strength and mercenaries. But power, real power, can acquire money so does not need to sell itself to anyone who thinks because they have money, they are in control.
But, like I said, the debate continues.

The Wizard by John Curran

© With Tits That Big, All The Sheep Were Getting in Line

Did you smell it?
The smugness?
The audacity? The stench
Of their mendacity?

What did they think she was?
A whore in some
Third-world who shivered
With enthusiasm
Over some post-war
Chocolates and silk nylons?

Never say you didn’t know…
It’s always been about
Location! Location! Location!

Never believe
She was not
The closer to the source
Of all power—
She had the power.

Money? They wanted
More. More so they could
Have their quickly erect-
Ed McMansions in
The Hamptons
With their quickly
Acquired money;
Everything that was
Bound to become
Dilapidated in a few decades.

Her property Value?
Extremely high.
But, she preferred power
Over money;
Power was like the
Chauvet Cave with its
Paleolithic drawings
That have continued to survive
For more centuries
Than believably possible.

How ccould she
Respect anyone
Who did not
See the difference?

In a world where
Everyone was busy
Themselves and
Talked of the
Value of being
Wealthy while she sat
Quietly and imagined
their slightly sultry
Faces frying in a skillet.

Look closely at the photo.
Who is that smiling
At the edge
Of the frame?
Yes; it is she;
And she’s still hungry,
Hungry for truth.

Mona Arizona
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(painting: The Wizard by John Curran)

What Your Tumbleweed Contessa Is Reading

I have a few books on the shelf to read and reread.
But, today I will be mainlining “Going Under” by Kathe Koja

I understand this novella-size book explores psychological angles of a faltering brother-sister relationship.

Not sure that means this is a YA novella that reportedly vividly portrays the feelings of angry and confused teens Hilly and Ivan in a tale about loss, family, and identity.

I’ll let you know the intended audience and more in my review.


© I Stand Asymmetrically Against The Wall of Paintings

Love is like art; left off the canvas, left to stand asymmetrically against the wall of paintings or center floor, a sculpture for all to walk around, afraid to look or touch.

Sculpture- Lisa Osborn, Paintings- Linda Trappey Dautreuil, left, Amy Guidry, center and right

© I Stand Asymmetrically Against The Wall of Paintings
His lips touched the corners of my mouth
with the touch of an angel—
gently— and he took my hands in his;
and when his weight urged
my trembling hope,
he pressed just enough that
it made me feel alive.
Knowing him a thousand lifetimes,
with emotions as old as Eden,
he colored me with words of love and
I stood asymmetrically
against the wall of paintings;
he made me feel alive.

Mimi Wolske
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artists Troy Dugas, Melissa Bonin, Lisa Osborn, Linda Dautreuil, Amy Guidry, and Marjorie Pierson

(TOP: Sculpture- Lisa Osborn, Paintings- Linda Trappey Dautreuil (left), Amy Guidry (center and right))
)BOTTOM: artists Troy Dugas, Melissa Bonin, Lisa Osborn, Linda Dautreuil, Amy Guidry, and Marjorie Pierson)

© Don’t Exclude Me from Full Subjectivity

Rebellious Mimi

© Don’t Exclude Me from Full Subjectivity
and so from artistic ability, knowledge,
and sensibility; in doing so,
you relegate me to an egoless,
bodily impressionism!
I’m no Friedan or Steinem,
but I have fought
against the “value of a woman”
being dependant on her
“trading” her physical purity
to a man in exchange for
his assuming/taking some
life-long responsibility for her.
I battled locally and nationally
for women’s rights to qualify for
credit—addressed our right to
break free of social and
economic subservience so
we gained the same equality as
any male when time to purchase
an automobile or a house…
without the signature of a male.
I chaired the task force on
Publicity and Public Relations
in order to prevent and stop
women being used as a sexual objects
in advertising. My essay for women’s
right to find personal fulfillment
outside traditional roles was
published and read at educational symposiums.
I challenged sexism, fought for
free access to legal abortion,
believed women must have
a greater role in the political process,
and was part of a national task force
that analyzed and worked hard
to overcome the oppression of women.
Not every female wanted/wants to be
A June Cleaver Replicate. I fought for
your right to be able to think and
act like Mina Loy, to be
Today’s Renaissance Women
if that was what you wanted/still want.
Don’t exclude me from full subjectivity.

Mimi Wolske (American Writer, Painter, and Renaissance Woman)
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