About mimiandmona

international author and poet, playwright, artist, and quirky avacado

© 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,
fragmented,
raw, and
provocative,
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.
Right?

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?

Power.
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
Reinventing
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.

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© 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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© Never One To Follow The Crowd

The saying goes, IF everyone was jumping off of a cliff, would you jump too?

Thinking for yourself means going against the trend. You won’t compromise the facts for the sake of consensus or “fitting in”when you are the one performing a thorough investigation and analysis.

never one to follow

© Never One To Follow The Crowd,
I recognized the self-appointed devil’s advocate
who sucked the stars and stripes right out
of the red, white, and blue,
and stoked the fire of doubt
in the rich and the poor,
the working and the idle,
with anti-American words
set to appear honest and poetic.
But a blue-penciled contact sheet
showed them as reproductions of
biased, misleading, propagandized
vines on vast golden trellises
planted in public arenas
to mimic art and to draw the
disillusioned to hatred.
He played a long and varied
catalog of shocks to American
culture that put it on a path
to become a media culture,
a culture he insulted but
one he wanted a piece of.
And when challenged by
intelligence and independence,
he denied his every hateful,
prejudiced word and action
and qualified that with meaningless
justification that he did
nothing any “true” American
wouldn’t do, that he was
the one and only to lead
the flock, to give them
the fodder they once had.
All the sheep went baaa
to cheer him on and on and on.
And he laughed at them behind their backs.

Mimi Wolske
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