“So Here We Begin” by Rebecca Clites

As she explodes from the horizon
her force outshines the rays of the sun
Yesterday is strong
The world waits on Tomorrow
and Today always comes
She is the ocean’s mistress
She is born unto us
She is beautiful
And she is leaving soon
so we really need to take her picture
I waited in line 45 minutes
to see the woman with the long shiny tail
and now it’s time for her break
With my arms raised to the gods who always listen,
I ask,
“Since when do I wait for mermaids?”

There is a carnival in my neighborhood
and it is filled with water
Like an ocean with freak shows instead of pony rides
and roller coasters
The children’s screams and splashes
are causing all sorts of commotion
My best friend is riding a walrus across town –
She is dressed for work
Orcas wait in the background
The big gray whales fit in amongst the crowd
The ticket to the mermaid show feels soggy
in my hand – the ink will probably stain my pants
A voice from the gods who always listen replies,
“It is you for whom they wait.”

I am the mermaid
I am the freak
I am the show

So here we begin

My water world fantasies frequently contain
catastrophes simulating concoctions that can
only be derived by people
under the influence of menopausal tendencies

Rebecca Clites

Foto by L. K. Thayer

© 2011

“His Mermaid Dame” by L. K. Thayer

surrender inhibitions to the wind
my enigmatic lover coos
melting sealing wax on envelopes
what does one have to lose

a petal pusher of fine silk
quilting threads once quite bare
a blushing grape, a winery
squeezing all my wicked wares

he’s my tailor and my sailor
my ship and anchor too
I’ll set sail at once upon the sea
his mermaid dame to woo

a passion play of trickery
plunging into deep desires
bathing luxury of wryest wit
and red hot molten fires

be gone the dowdiness of blue
a shade I no longer care to wear
a citrus orange or tangerine
perhaps they’ll stop and stare

my reflection is a shining star
jumping off the pearly moon
gliding across the milky way
whistling a snappy tune

no longer in a sea of glib
a rainbow coat I’ll knit
if I can be your ever last
and you can be my grit

for lovers on a ship set sail
in passions murky waters
we’ll be on course for ever more
creating sons and daughters

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2010

“Army Of One” by Jef Campion

“Army of one/jc2 ……………is a peaceful Revolution/Movement

through our art and creative process,

we will not stop Pasting /stickering all over this country

until every one of our Brave men and women soldiers are home safe

from this BARBARIC INDUSTRY CALLED WAR!!!!………..

and every innocent child is safe from this War for OIL

and our politicians bloodthirsty need for world domination!!!!

Saving one child at a time…Have you seen this child?”

P.S….thank you Diane Arbus for your lasting and timely image,and inspiring artists like us to try and end war and poverty through our creative process………..jc2

Street Artist/NYC Firefighter

– Jef Campion

© 2010

“Clown Houses” by Dame Edith Sitwell

"sensei humor" by D OG BYTE

BENEATH the flat and paper sky
The sun, a demon’s eye,
Glowed through the air, that mask of glass;
All wand’ring sounds that pass

Seemed out of tune, as if the light
Were fiddle-strings pulled tight.
The market-square with spire and bell
Clanged out the hour in Hell;

The busy chatter of the heat
Shrilled like a parakeet;
And shuddering at the noonday light
The dust lay dead and white

As powder on a mummy’s face,
Or fawned with simian grace
Round booths with many a hard bright toy
And wooden brittle joy:

The cap and bells of Time the Clown
That, jangling, whistled down
Young cherubs hidden in the guise
Of every bird that flies;

And star-bright masks for youth to wear,
Lest any dream that fare
–Bright pilgrim–past our ken, should see
Hints of Reality.

Upon the sharp-set grass, shrill-green,
Tall trees like rattles lean,
And jangle sharp and dissily;
But when night falls they sign

Till Pierrot moon steals slyly in,
His face more white than sin,
Black-masked, and with cool touch lays bare
Each cherry, plum, and pear.

Then underneath the veiled eyes
Of houses, darkness lies–
Tall houses; like a hopeless prayer
They cleave the sly dumb air.

Blind are those houses, paper-thin
Old shadows hid therein,
With sly and crazy movements creep
Like marionettes, and weep.

Tall windows show Infinity;
And, hard reality,
The candles weep and pry and dance
Like lives mocked at by Chance.

The rooms are vast as Sleep within;
When once I ventured in,
Chill Silence, like a surging sea,
Slowly enveloped me.

Dame Edith Sitwell

Street Art By D OG BYTE

© 2010

“Army Of One” by JC2

By Street Artist/Firefighter Jef Campion

“Army of one/jc2 ……………is a peaceful Revolution/Movement

through our art and creative process,

we will not stop Pasting /stickering all over this country

until every one of our Brave men and women soldiers are home safe

from this BARBARIC INDUSTRY CALLED WAR!!!!………..

and every innocent child is safe from this War for OIL

and our politicians bloodthirsty need for world domination!!!!

Saving one child at a time…Have you seen this child?”

– Jef Campion

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2010