by Colette Freedman | Jul 17, 2018 | Films, Miles Underwater, Poetry
Today, we spent the day on bridges. There are bridges in Miles Underwater. Why wouldn’t there be… it is a film with the word underwater in the title. And we are shooting in San Antonio, which is a city filled with a lot of water and a lot of bridges....
by | Dec 2, 2011 | Poetry, Writing
Los Angeles City of Angels Angels ain’t protecting me honey guns do that or mace or a swift kick to the balls Balls which rape and pillage and burn and steal and kill Why’d ya let them kill, angels? You protected Jacob and Joseph. Please protect me angel:...
by | Nov 28, 2011 | Poetry, Writing
The artist cannot see beyond her sphere of reds and rusts which bleed from life’s pained heart. The colors scream their silent song of fear pretending nothing hurs; life ala carte. I paint within the limits of my life; a smorgasbord of unappealing hues....
by | Nov 12, 2011 | Poetry, Writing
Depression rocks me like a boat hit by a crashing wave. I tumble out and find myself drowning in my own tears. Help. What did Alice do? She drank from a bottle that said “Drink Me”… but all I have is beer. So I drink and I eat and I drink and eat...
by | Oct 8, 2011 | Chick Stuff, Poetry, Writing
I escaped the castle; yet, crashed into the moat a hapless, soaking wretch without a throat I thought rapunzel’s hair would help me down, but kissing frogs gives warts not golden crowns I searched the world to find the ‘one’ for me and in the search,...
