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Please Stay Out of My Vagina Government, Unless…

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cute-shepherdess-lamb-sit-green-grass-isolated-white-background-46094406 (1)You are planning to buy me dinner with Non-GMO organic fairly grown, kindly raised food under a non-chemical trailed sky for the rest of my life.

You will send me fresh flowers that are grown in humanistic and fair farms and nurseries where there is decent pay and benefits and no harmful sprays and sexual terror for the female and children who are working there.

You agree that I am beautiful whether I’ve gained 30 pounds or 60 and have no need to trade me down for a younger version of my former self which wouldn’t match your present self in the least.

You do not buy the charms of pre-pubescents who are forced into flirting with you because they need to put food in their belly, pay for their children, or pay for the medicine that they may be addicted to until they can be treated in a humane situation which will help them break the chain. In other words: Don’t f–k kids.

You believe that all children have the right to life once they are born, which includes decent homes, moms who aren’t exhausted, time with parent figures that build self-esteem,  food that is nourishing, education that isn’t completely embarrassing and a belief in the promises of the Constitution.

You don’t stand in the way of me getting a raise in my hourly shepherdess rate which is actually something someone can live on.

I realize that as a future date you have a lot to accomplish…but aren’t I worth it?

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May 14, 2015 at 2:51 am

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Eulogy to Don Draper

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I will stuff myself with protein bars and carob shavings until I can swallow the truth.

Tequila may help it go down but nothing will dull the edge

Perhaps a walk in the forest, but who am I kidding… Forest Hills is not the woods.

Embarrassed, realizing the pain isn’t worthy of real Pen writers, I will nonetheless cry in the dark when the last episode reaches my heart.

I have been tricked, seduced and won over by his masters; how did they know me so well?

A latecomer to the party, I made up for lost time, ignoring all others, reserving my time for HIM.

It’s almost over now and I predict my grief.

But his seat in my house will remain empty, until, like Elijah, or another wishful guest, he returns, claiming the night as his own.

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May 6, 2015 at 4:44 am

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Pen Writers on Stage with Nostradamus for World Voices Fest

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pen120150504_212354If writers and artists could run the world, well, the budgets might not balance but everything else most certainly would. Pen International proved tonight that Vaclav Havel wasn’t a one –off. All of the writers who kicked off the Pen World Voices Festival of International Literature get my vote. If there had to be a one world government, then please have it be run by the people who live in the shadow of their own minds, trying to make sense of a mad world, and bringing that clarity to the reader.

The assignment for this group of writers was to present their best and worst case scenarios for 2050.  Each presenter used their own style, often with a great deal of humor but also capturing the horrors of today and trying to imagine them either becoming more intense or by some miracle of human achievement, shifting towards peace.

There were activist-writers and writers who are most certainly activists. The lesbian bias in Africa with its accompanying atrocities was described by Zanele Muholi from South Africa along with a short film.


Aminatta Forna, Scottish and raised in Sierra Leone, poetically shared her personal emails about Ebola and the great loss of life.  Two of the funniest (until they predicted their versions of the worst scenarios were Richard Flanagan (One Hand Clapping) and Egyptian writer and ardent feminist Mona Eltahawy. I think it was she who suggested that non-feminists will be grateful that others recognized the need to act while they are still asleep. (though much better said than I’m doing here)

The lead speaker of the night was Tom Stoppard who talked about a boat that suffered great losses of personnel because each man was only working for himself and not until they worked together were some of them saved. A true story for our times.  But try and tell that to the corporations.

Poet Jackie Wang asked us to close our eyes and think of a place where we feel safe and the people we feel safe with. When we opened them, she assured us that no one had thought of police.

Writers dream of a better place and what they can do to right the wrongs that artists feel so deeply. These readings could have taken place in a San Francisco cellar with Lenny Bruce and George Carlin waiting in the wings. The medium is different, but the voice is the same…perhaps politicians just don’t dream.

The festival runs from May 5 to 10. http://www.penworldvoices.orgpen220150504_200739

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May 5, 2015 at 4:51 am

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