Frankin Baby

Okay I really should

be writing about the Desert Bar

and how much fun we had

and how twelve we acted

and how the Wild Wear

Bobble Bands,

were a huge hit even among strangers,

who thought we were getting

better cell phone reception

because of them.

How a Snowbird,

called us "dope smoking hippies"

What?

Or how my friends love

to play with me

anytime anywhere and

how much that means to me but....

what I really want to write about is

"Frankin Baby!"

Yes, its a new idea

called "Frankin Baby"

do you have a dog that loves

stuffed animals?

I do!

Do they shred and tear

these lovely colorful stuffed things

that YOU would have worshiped

at twelve

and had to have all over your juvenile bed?

I did and do!

First she goes for the tags, then eyes

then noses in that order!

Admittedly, there are some

that have invited

some screaming

"NOOOOO not that one",

How pathetic !

Baby carnage, where ever she goes,

so much so friends hide the really good ones

from her when we visit.

So I have resolved myself to

thrift stores to keep up

cause babies can get expensive via PetSmart

so she gets the lost and unloved

salvage army variety

and yet she is sooooo happy!

Price tag or not!

Her name is Kaia,

secretly and affectionately known

as KaiaPaia Pocket Pants...

dumb? yes. but she likes it!

So there are always limbs..

and parts scattered across the floor

bed and furniture... yard

("is it snowing stuffing here?"}

and although, they are certifiably missing

the "special parts

tag, nose, eyes, guts,

she will still plays with

the limp stuffing less carcasses.

And her weird soul cat loves ......

loves the non squeaking

membranes left behind,

great for flicking up in the air and

over any thing stationary)

By the way...

every dog NEEDS a weird soul cat

in their lives...truly!

Call it Humorous balance.

So this cat REALLY loves this dog

with a "creepy insane scary stalker kind of love"

Kinzee is a domineering, aggressive

kitten like feline

who makes rather strange mating

overtures towards Kaia,

like biting the nape of the neck

to hold on... for what...?

Did you forget YOUR a cat...

and a girl?

(Had it on video once with the perfect soundtrack

behind it, for proof but lost it...sorry!)

Anyways this is the good part!

Took all the limbs and sewed them together

(cause I am ever so "crafty")

and made a "Frankin baby" with all

miscellaneous limbs...

Kaia loves it.

Like no other baby

to rival it.

She is prominent fan of tug of war

with an exuberant dose of spastic head

whip lashing to strain

all watching neck muscles

And that cat?...when she decides

to do her very odd misplaced mating thing...

she gets a little surprise slap, slap

from a distance cause "Frankin baby's" limbs

are long and collective!

I imagine her saying,

"Watch out Frankin baby

has come to life, girlfriend...

get out of my way cause I am flinging limbs

Frankin limbs and THERE are no

squeaking membranes left, ...

so ha, take that

you strange creepy little feline....

fling, fling, slap, slap...

but hey...

love ya...really!"

She says, smiling to the right

with equal anxiety and joy.

(see prior blog entry)

Frankin baby or Kinzee's Revenge?

Pam Piper Rain

Land Mines

When the news came

that my best friend

had ended her fight

shortly after Valentines day

2009

I indulged and comforted

myself in these words...

May you make your own

list of blessings

in between land mines.

Land Mines

Tiptoeing around

the land mines of life

nothing to do...really

but...

make paper airplanes,

enjoy red roses heads wired high

and the tuft of hair

on Kaia’s shoulders

turned gold by sunlight,

a card with shoes on it

that remind me

I am home and grateful,

for my lovers smile beside me

dazzling & easy& here.

Nothing I can do

except drink strawberries

in champagne

by the water

to trust and believe life is unfolding

as agreed to...

to hold on to the ones

I can still call daily,

to colored kites in the sky

and the slightness of tears

in my friends eyes,

the ferry hum

I can consistently count on...

on the hour.

Nothing I can do but

be witness to the blueness

of the water,

the strength in the mountains,

the wildness of the underbrush...

the crunch of feet on desert gravel,

the roar of boats

at play on February water,

rock sculptures that defy gravity

a partnership of art and earth,

movies that make me

forget my own name

and old songs of comfort

like the weight of silk skin

spread across me.

Kisses and laughter that continue

to take my breath away

and fill my head

with immediate wonder,

for a dog that smiles

only on the right...

with equal anxiety and joy,

for phones that buzz with

"I am thinking of you." wishes

and every moment that passes by

in sunlight,

for this red nest

that comfort and protects,

for sunsets that say farewell

to the day

and its gifts of living

and breathing

and all the blessings offered

in between the land mines of life!

Pam Piper Rain

Photo by Ed Earley

I Danced

This new painting and silly little poem was inspired by

(again) the Thriller Dance and is on display in Studio Seven.

While the painting was a challenge, the poem was so easy.

Wanted something new to hang, so it was another late night

for a last minute idea!

I wanted to DANCE

but didn’t dare,

which was okay at first

cause I didn’t care,

but I wanted to DANCE,

so I tried!

Wasn’t pretty,

and I laughed till I cryed,

but just had to DANCE!

I don’t know why,

so I did it again and again,

until I wasnt so shy!

I DANCED...

and DANCED some more,

Still so clumsy on the floor,

but that doesn’t matter now.

DANCING is not

about knowing How!

DANCING is

about trying and learning!

About twisting and turning!

I stomped and roared and bounced,

twisted, turned and pounced,

shuffled, stepped and slid.

I reached with a punch,

yes I did!

So my DANCE step

had no talent or spring...

but that I DANCED

at all?

...Well, that was

EVERYTHING!

Pam Piper Rain

On display in Studio Seven

www.studiosevenhavasu.com

Dizzy Wild

What is it about putting

something on your head

that creates a magic new you?

Is that why many wear hats?

Decorative head wear?

Not a hat person really

(due to the 20 years of static based hair

from the knit hats needed

to survive Duluth winters)

I didn't really get the appeal

until maybe now?

But the "Wild Wear Bobble Bands"

aren't really a hat,

the effect is similar or greater.

A week after Jodi said,

"Make a Wild Woman spiral head band

with animal print and boinging wire,"

I was walking into an evening

of live music...

with one on my head,

and one for her and Kate!

(seems I will do anything Jodi says.)

After a trip to Michael's and

a crafty afternoon in the sun,

with wire cutters, PVC pipe

and covered in tacky glue...

here was the goofiest, wildest thing

to ever be placed on my head.

With a thousand January projects pending,

this wasn't EVEN on my list!

When, I should have been cursing Jodi's name

and her wild ideas

I was giggling out loud instead.

That night...

we "bobbled" in time to the music,

our spirals dipping and waving,

interlocking with tangled attachment,

laughing over the vibrational sensation

that our brains were experiencing,

a light headed dizziness

that inspired the desire

to do something funky and crazy

and because of the things on our heads,

we had the permission to do so!

Maybe, it was even expected!

(The envy of the "older"

women in the room, who also wanted one

...and where could they get one?...yikes!)

It was a magnificent high spirited,

entertaining evening of fun

and intelligent witty conversations...

wondering if the Bobble Bands

acted like antennas,

conductors of energy,

picking up wave signals

from those wild ones who came before us?

Or maybe it was just the wine!

Hard to say...either way, I was fascinated

because the next day at the beach

while working on a paddle logo picture

wearing the Wild Wear Bobble Band still,

I found myself spinning in circles

with pinwheels in each hand...

around and around "dizzy with wild."

Jodi says, this could be big

get ready...oh no!!!

And although I do not anticipate

long crafty afternoons

wire wrapping and glueing fabric

to headbands,

( may be a kit?)

I REALLY want everyone I know,

to have one...

it is guaranteed giggle wear,

not sure the planet is ready

for that much wild... but we'll see.

Pam Piper Rain

Nonsense

Nonsense

Once upon a time

it was a sterling conundrum

why the talking baby

was left behind

(the one who said

call me, Riley)

she who had “late to the game”

privileges...

was glad it was a dream

while Ping got on the wrong boat

and the postman was

sometimes too Jolly

so she found a floating marionette

to dance with

who talked “Disney” and

made her laugh

with Creepy and Dopey

a life size barbie to dress up

and tell her stories to...

sitting in the arms of the

carved maternal chairs

in a courtyard with the

spiral staircase to nowhere,

where the poetess wrote

corner poems to the

hiding heroic child....

finally with a magic wand

she remembers

the trumpet vines and

all is well in hinterland

again.

Pam Piper Rain