art
Charles Bukowski
Raw With Love
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
I won’t blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won’t blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won’t use it
yet.
for the love of dog
Credits to ~ Teddy Baden ~ Conor Harrington ~ John Dolan ~ LadyHawk.
Snaps and collage by Mitch Hicks
juicy quote
“Anyone who has declared someone else to be an idiot, a bad apple,
is annoyed when it turns out in the end that he isn’t.”
Painting – “The Bad Apple”
© 2013
Kira Bey Wallace – Age 8
“The Artichoke Man”
When I was eating dinner last night, I got served an artichoke.
I don’t like artichokes so I started playing with it.
I had other vegetables that I did like
and I started playing with them, too.
My mommy said, “Don’t play with your vegetables, sweetie.”
but I didn’t listen so I used my artichoke as a man,
my peas as eyes, my carrots as arms and legs,
my corn was off the cob so I used it as a mouth,
seeds from my tomatoes as nostrils,
finally I used a red pepper as a scarf,
a green pepper as a hat
and a piece of tomato as a feather in the hat.
Frozen Fruit!
Artist Dayne Britton ~ Stark Raving Genius
A young artist I predict will become a hero in the art world…
More info : https://www.facebook.com/StarkRavingGenius
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8S3Z0amaY0U
Snapped at The Buszy by Mitch Hicks
Juicy Quote
“Holes in My Armour” by Paula Lietz
the storm strived for balance
it was foaming in secrets
and I turned away from
the brunt of its wrath
knowing it was game
I had no choice but to play
and no hope of winning
with each roll of thunder I faded
keeping chaos and beauty at bay
denial or self-defence it did not matter
I closed my eyes in sweet reprieve
listening to the echo of the downpour
like a dog licking her wounds I wanted
the solitude, needed the time of which
oddly we know devours all things
a timid then demanding beckoning
an annoying bright light seeping
through the holes in my armour
refractions splayed upon the metal
a kaleidoscope of art filling the darkness
with the breathy chant you are you are you are
my fear of being subsiding as I realized
my perception of space itself was distorted
by the brilliant prismatic hues signifying
I was actually only maintaining space
on a complicated planet, perhaps art to some
and the wreckage of the storm I thought was ~
just that, a thought
© 2013
Happy New Year’s Day from The Juice Bar!
to all of the talented poets & hearts I’ve squeezed
this is the juiciest place on Earth!
Poetry & photography
my passions fruit…
we are all ripening
like spectacular wine
getter better & better
with age
Jan. 1st, 2013 is just the first day
of the rest of our brilliant lives…
Cheers & Happy New Year!
The Juice Bar 
