AN UNLIKELY STORY
(THIS ONE)
BUT STUCK IN
THE GLORY
OF ROCK
AND ROLL…
OR BETTER YET
THE RISE OF
A STRANGE
SEXY
TALENTED
LADY
WHOSE
CHOICES
REMIND ME
OF SOMEBODY
CAGEY:
SHE FIRST
APPEARED
ON A TRIBUTE
TO NIVANA,
TAKING THE PLACE
THE BEAUTIFUL
SPACE
ONCE HELD
BY KURT,
UNTIL HE
DESTROYED HIMSELF
INTO THE DIRT,
BUT WE LOVED
HIM ANYWAY
WANTING
TO SEE HIM PLAY,
AND SING THE
PAINFUL
TUNES,
WHICH WE
NEVER SEE
ON ZOOM…
SO THE PRODUCERS
GOT CLEVER
AS THE BAND
GOT TOGETHER
AND CHOSE
ANNIE CLARK
OUT OF THE DARK,
SHE WAS IN A
WHITE/BLOND WIG
WITH THAT
ROCKING
GUITAR
SO BOLD AND
BRAZEN…
SHE FIT
LIKE A RAISIN
AMONGST THOSE
NASTY ROCKERS
BELOVED BY
MANY,
THE ONLY WOMAN
WHO EVER
SANG THE ANTHEMS
WITH HER
LONG SLENDER
LEGS
ADEPT FOR
DANCING,
I RARELY RECALL
THE NAMES OF
THEM ALL,
BUT SINCE I
LOVED “ALL APOLOGIES”
AND THE WAY
NIVANA PLEASED
I SAVED MY
MEMORIES
OF ANNIE
FOR A NUMBER
OF YEARS,

WONDERING WHAT
HAD BECOME
OF THE WILD HEARTED
PLAYER
AND HER BRAND
OF GUITAR
UNTIL SHE
APPEARED
ON MY MUSIC HORIZON
DANCING WITH DUA
TO A HUGE
HALLELUJAH,
TWO PAIRS OF
LONG LEGS
AND VOICES MATCHED
LIKE POWDER KEGS,
THEN CAME CONCERTS
ALL DRESSED
IN HOT PINK
(SHUTTERING
THE PLAYERS
IN FUNNY GRASS
LAYERS)
BUT NEVER ONCE
WAS HER
PERFORMANCE
A BORE, SHE LOVED
RAGGY CLOTHES
AND A LIPSTICK
GALORE,
BUT MAINLY SO
DIFFERENT
ALWAYS A BALL
TO WATCH
HER PERFORM
AND PLAY FOR
US ALL,
AND NOW I SIT
HERE
AWAITING HER
MERCH
(ALAS, IT HAS
FLOUNDERED
DESPITE
A GOOD SEARCH),
I GOT A BIG
HOODIE
AND A PROMISE
OF MUSIC
NEW AND QUITE
STRANGE
(SHE WILL NOT
REARRANGE)
OR TAKE
OF THE BIRTHDAY
CAKE,
POPPING OUT
TO SLITHER
AND WITHER
THE BRIGHT RED
LIPS
AND FINGER TIPS
PLAYING THAT
FINE GUITAR,
BUT WHERE IS
MY DISC, GIRL…
I CANNOT
WAIT
TO GIVE IT
A WHIRL:
TO MAKE MY
HEART
BEAT
AND MY BLOND
LOCKS
CURL!

©JW WINSLOW 5/1/2021


IT TAKES
A LOT OF ENERGY…
GRIT
THEY CALL IT,
ATTITUDE
GRATITUDE
AND A GOOD
SHOVE
FROM A FRIEND
TO FIRE UP
TRUE GRIT:
LIKE THE
JOHN WAYNE
STORY
ONE OF GLORY
WHERE HE
DEMONSTRATES
STRENGTH
GUTS
AND WILD CUTS,
DOES ANYONE
REMEMBER THAT…
THE BIGGEST
COWBOY OF ALL
A REAL TRUE
HERO
WHO FLEW
THROUGH
MY MIND
EARLY ONE
MORNING,
AS I POKED
THROUGH SOME
AMAZING PIECES
OF ANTIQUE:
VERY FANCY
VERY CHIC,
IT WAS TIME
TO SORT OUT
THE KEEPERS
FROM THE ONES
WE WILL OFFER
AT A BIG SALE,
KIND OF LIKE
A FAIRY TALE,
STUFF UP AND
DOWN THE
DRIVEWAY –
THAT’S THE PLAN,
AS MY MIND
FLEW BACK
IN TIME
RECOGNIZING
MY MOTHER’S
GLOVES,
SOME ODD LITTLE
PIECES
MEANT TO DECORATE
COLLARS
WORN YEARS AGO
AND EVEN SO
MAYBE COMING
BACK
WITH THE
WILD ASS OUTFITS
DANCING NOW
THROUGH
PAGES OF FASHION,
THESE THINGS
I PERUSE
OFTEN AT NIGHT
BUT SOME WERE
FORGOTTEN
TODAY,
AND CAME INTO
PLAY,
I WAS STIRRED
WITH THE
QUAINT SCARVES
AND FUNNY SMALL
BELTS,

SHE WAS SUCH
A SHORT
LITTLE THING,
MAKING MY
SOUL RING
WITH MEMORIES
OF GRIT,
FOR I WAS
A RASCAL
IN MIDDLE
YEARS
STOMPING
THROUGH
HIGH SCHOOL
WITHOUT ANY FEARS,
DEVELOPING COURAGE
TO LEAP OUT
ON MY OWN,
JUST COULDN’T WAIT
TO BE FULLY
GROWN,
AND ALL OF
THIS TENDED
TO USHER ME IN
TO THE MOOD
OF A REBEL
TO MY MOTHER’S
CHAGRIN,
SHE CALLED
IT GRIT
AND BLAMED MY
POOR FATHER
FOR THE FIGHT
IN HIS DAUGHTER,
THESE VERY
STRONG FEELINGS
JUMPED OUT
TODAY
AS I SORTED THEM
ALL AND PUT
THEM AWAY,
THE FIRE THAT
BURNS
IN YOUR PASSIONATE
HEART
BECOMES A STRONG
HABIT
WHILE BARELY
A PART
OF THE LADYLIKE
GLOVES
WORN BY MY MOM,
I LOOKED AT THEM
GRATEFULLY
AND TOUCHED
THEM QUITE
TENDERLY
FEELING THE GRIT
IN MY SOUL
REMINDED OF
DAYS WHEN I
WASN’T APPRISED
OF HOW IT ALL
WORKS IN THE
WORLD,
BUT NOW I
RECALL
THE BEST OF IT ALL,
FINDING MYSELF
AS A POWERFUL
WOMAN
ALLOWED TO
FIGHT BACK
WHEN HIT WITH
ATTACKS,
I DREAMT OF IT
ONCE
WHEN I WAS
SIXTEEN,
AND NOW I AM
HERE
AT THE END
OF THE DREAM!

©JW WINSLOW 5/1/2021


THERE WAS ALWAYS
THIS GRIN
FULL OF
CHAGRIN,
TWO SEPARATE
FRONT TEETH
BEHIND A
BIG SMILE,
IT CAME WITH
THE ATTITUDE
OF HIGH SELF
ESTEEM,
ASSUMING THAT
ALL OF US
KNEW OF HIS
SCHEMES,
TALL TALES
WHILE YOUNG
BEGAN QUITE
EARLY,
NOTING THE
SIGNS OF HUMOR,
(FOREVER
BEHIND
BRIGHT
RUMBLING
RUMOR)
I GUESS IT
WAS CLEAR
THAT HE WANTED
OUR LOVE,
WHILE PROVING
TO BE QUITE
A SCOUNDREL
EARLY IN LIFE
IT BECAME
A BIG JOKE
TO WATCH THE
NEXT ACTION
READY TO POKE,
HE GAMBLED
HE DRANK
HE WORKED LIKE
A DOG,
AND BECAME
THE BEST PAL
TO HIS CIRCLE
AND ALL
THE FINE YOUNG
LADIES
WHO TURNED INTO
ONE,
HE MARRIED HER
QUICKLY
BEFORE SHE
COULD RUN,
AND SO
FOR THE YEARS
THAT HE
LIVED OUT
THESE DREAMS
ALWAYS
SURPRISING
GOLDEN CLAD
SCHEMES,
HE CHARMED
AND WAITED,
ANTICIPATED
WHILE FLYING
HIGH AS A KITE,
IT WAS BOUND
TO BE THERE
ALTHOUGH
HE WOULD SWEAR,
WHILE BEGGING
A BED FOR
THE NIGHT,
OR ROLLING
WITH JOY
UP TO THE TABLE
WITH KINGS AND
JACKS
A WINNER
WHEN ABLE,

I ALWAYS
REMEMBER
A VISIT HE MADE
TO MY SINGLE
GIRL HOUSE
IN LAGUNA,
PLAYING WITH
KIRBY
WEARING HIS
DERBY,
WATCHING ME
MAKE SALAD
DRESSING,
THE BLESSING
OF WHICH
WAS THE
CONSTANT
APPROVAL OF
WATCHING MY
DATES
COME AND GO,
LAUGHING AT
COURTSHIP
AND ALL THE FINE
GUYS
UNTIL I GOT SNAGGED
BY A SWEET ROMEO,
WHAT A SURPRISE…
AND NOW SO
MUCH LATER
I CANNOT DISTILL
THE THINGS THAT
HE DID
WHILE RUNNING
THE HILLS,
WE CHASED HIM
AND
EVEN TRIED
TO REPLACE HIM,
AGAINST A
DETERMINED WHIM,
WHILE HIS FAMILY
ERASED THE SON
OF RELUCTANCE,
ONLY TO COME
BACK AGAIN,
BUT MOSTLY
BETWEEN
AND DIRTY
AND CLEAN,
HE WAS A DEAR
FRIEND,
LAUGHING
AND TELLING
UNTIL THE
NEAR END,
REFUSING TO
ADMIT A DOUBT
OF THIS
CRAZY
LIFE
COMING ABOUT,
AND NOW
HE’S GONE,
AND WE ARE
SAD
BECAUSE THIS
MAN
WAS NOT SO BAD,
JUST HIMSELF
AN ORIGINAL,
WITH A VIRGINAL
LAUGH
FOR A FUNERAL,
HE PUSHED THE
LAST MOMENTS
OUT TO THE END,
HANGING
ON TIGHTLY
WHILE HE
COULD DEPEND
ON THE LIGHT
FROM ABOVE
TO SEND HIM
SOME LOVE,
WAITING FOR
THE ANGELS…
AND NOW THEY
PLAY POKER
AND DICE
IN HEAVEN,
WITH MARTY
THE WINNER
HE THREW
A BIG SEVEN…
GOD BLESS YOU
WILD MAN
ENJOY WHILE
YOU CAN
WE SEND YOU
A RAINBOW
AND HOPE THAT
YOU LAND
IN A CRADLE
OF DREAMS,
JUST AS YOU
WISHED FOR,
YOUR LIGHTNING
JUST BEAMS…

©JW WINSLOW 4/1/2021


DROPPED OFF AT
THE BOTTOM
OF A SERIOUS
RAMP,
I CLIMBED ALONG
TO THE
WELCOMING CAMP
WHERE A
LOVELY LADY
SELF ASSURED
CHECKED MY
PAPERS
WITH MANY
KIND WORDS,
MOVING ALONG
THE ENDLESS
LINE
ALL THE USUAL
STUFF,
ADDRESS, CHECK
FEMALE: YES,
APPOINTMENT
CLICKED AWAY,
AND INSIDE
THE ROOM
BUZZING
WITH
ZOOM
THEY CHECKED
MY INSURANCE
(ANOTHER
GOOD CLEARANCE)
GUIDING THE
BODY
TOWARD
A DOOR
AT THE END
OF A
SHORT WINDING
BEND,
WHERE INSIDE
SAT A FEW
NICE LADIES
ARMED WITH
NEEDLES
AND GRINS,
WELCOMING
SMILES
AND A NICE
COMFY CHAIR
ALL SO
ORGANIZED
AND READY
TO BEGIN,
I CHOSE
THE RIGHT
ARM
AND SLIPPED
OFF MY
JACKET
LIKE THE PRO
IGNORING
THE RACKET,
NOT REALLY
LOUD
BUT THERE
WAS QUITE
A CROWD
ALL OF US
SITTING
SO STILL,
AND FIVE
SECONDS
LATER
THE DEED
WAS DONE,
WITH A QUERY
ABOUT MY
REACTION
GAINING
UP TRACTION
TO MAKE
MY DEPARTURE,

THEY GUIDED
ME TO THE
FANCY ROOM
A VERSION OF
DIVERSION
FOR THE “SAFETY
TIME”,
FIFTEEN MINUTES
FOR MY CRIME,
AND SITTING AMIDST
THESE OTHER
FOLKS,
EVERYONE DIFFERENT
WITH SMILES
AND STROKES,
I WONDERED
WHAT NEXT
AND SENT OUT
A TEXT
TO USHER MY
DRIVER
TO COME,
AND OFF WE
WENT
TO THE BIG
OLD GATES
OUT TO THE
HIGHWAY
(COULDN’T WAIT)
THINKING OF
HOW, WITH ALL
THAT POWER
THE QUESTIONS
MOST ASKED
WERE ABOUT
MY FLOWERS
SO FRESH
AND NEW,
IN LOVELY
BRIGHT COLORS,
THEY SET
ME ASIDE
FROM MOST
ALL THE OTHERS,
WHILE FIVE
MINUTES
LATER
I STRIPPED OFF
THE MASK
CHANGED
INTO MY WALKING
SHORTS
READY TO BLAST,
WONDERING WHY
I THOUGHT IT
WAS SCARY,
THIS SIMPLE
SWEET POKE
TO SAVE ME
FROM COVID,
AND REACHING
THE CREST
OF THE ROAD
ON MY WALK,
I THOUGHT
TO MYSELF
IN A SECRETIVE
TALK
OF HOW THINGS
WILL CHANGE YOU
AND STILL
REARRANGE YOU,
WAITING FOR
THE END
OF THE WORLD!

©JW WINSLOW 3/1/2021

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AS IF IN A DREAM
THE LOVELY NARCISSUS
APPEARED
BESIDE THE ROAD
A LITTLE MIRACLE
COME TO LIFE
ON A WALK
WHERE I WONDERED
WHAT WAS
TO BECOME
OF ME,
JUST ONE
TINY STALK
WITH THREE BLOOMS
AND A BUD,
A PROMISE OF
THE FUTURE, AWAITING
THE SUN,
IT WAS A SURPRISE
CONSIDERING
THAT THE
MONTH OF
JANUARY
IS RARELY ONE
OF BOUNTIFUL
BLOOMS,
AFTER ALL
IT’S WINTER,
OR SUPPOSED
TO BE,
WE ALL
KNOW
THAT THE
WORLD HAS
BEEN TURNED
UPSIDE DOWN,
AND NOW OUR
COUNTRY
THE SAME,
AND WHAT IS
THE NAME
OF THIS TRADGEDY
I ASKED,
PLUCKING THE
STEM
WHILE THE
SUNSHINE
BEAT DOWN ON
MY SHOULDERS,
I MIGHT HAVE
BEEN BOLDER
IN FORMER
YEARS,
OR PERHAPS
IN TIMES TO
COME,
BUT THAT
PARTICULAR
DAY
A LONELY
GIFT
WAS RECEIVED,
ONE THAT
BROUGHT PURE
JOY
FOR THE WONDERS
OF MOTHER NATURE
ARE THE SEEDS
THAT FEED
MY SOUL,

SO WHILE
THE ODDS ARE
AGAINST ME
THE EYE OF GOD
DECIDED TO
BLESS A POOR
SAD SACK
WITH A SPECIAL
GIFT,
AND GIVE ME
A LIFT,
HOW DEARLY
THAT
SAVED MY
LIFE
ON THE WINDING
ROAD OF
MY DREAMS
ALL SHATTERED
AND BATTERED
LIKE THE HUGE
WAVES THAT
BEAT UPON
THE SHORES,
I TURNED MY
MIND AROUND
AND COUNTED
MY OPPORTUNITIES
INSTEAD OF
IMMUNITIES,
WALKING
THE ROAD
WITH MY
TINY WHITE BLOOMS
I PICTURED
SUCCESS
AMONG
THE SAD TOMBS,
CALLING A
MAN WHO HAS
GUIDED MY
PATH
AND SEES
THE BRIGHT
LIGHT
IN THE
SMART
AFTERMATH…
I SUPPOSE
THE RIGHT
WORDS
FOR THIS
TURNING
AROUND
IS THAT
I WRAPPED
MY HEART
INTO THE
SWEET
SOUNDS
OF THE
SHARP
SAVVY BRAIN,
AND THAT
IS NOW
WHERE
I WILL
ALWAYS
REMAIN.

©JW WINSLOW 2/1/2021


MY JOURNEY TOOK ME
A LONG WAY
TO THE PLACE
WHERE I BELONG
A SONG
OF FREEDOM
NOTABLE
SWEET
THE TIME OF ARRAIGNMENT
THE GOAL OF COMPLETE
AND TENDER
SURRENDER,
GIVEN BY A
LOCAL ANGEL,
SOMEONE CLOSE
AND HONEST,
EGGING ME ON
TO A BRIGHT NEW DAWN,
YOU MUST
STRETCH YOUR LEGS
HE SAID,
DRIVING ALONG THE
DEEP HEAVY
FOREST
TO A PLACE
SO HIDDEN
AWAY FROM
THE FRAY
MEANT TO BE
TIMELY
FOR THE MIND
TO PRAY,
WHAT CAN I SAY
EXCEPT THE
UNEXPECTED
IS ALWAYS
CONNECTED
TO ENLIGHTENMENT,
PAINFUL
SHAMEFUL
AWAKENINGS ARRIVE
TO CLEANSE THE
REFUSE
OUT OF YOUR HEART,
AND TEAR YOU
APART
TO OPEN SPACES,
AS I GAZED
OUT TO SEA
AMONGST THE TREES
THE ENORMOUS
OLD WOOD
SO GRACIOUS
TO SEE,
HOW COULD IT
BE THERE
ALL THESE
FINE YEARS
WAITING TO BRING ME
TO WONDER
AND TEARS,
BUT NOTHING
OF SORROW
DO I SPEAK,
WHILE THE
BEAUTY
OF NATURE
ALIGNS,
SHADING A FUTURE
THAT DOES
NOT REVEAL
DESPITE ALL
THE EFFORTS
AND PLANTIVE
APPEALS,
WE HAVE STRUGGLED
THROUGH FEAR
AND ANGER
AND YEARS,
WATCHING A
WORLD WE ADORED,
ACCEPTED
ABHORED,

A PLACE THAT
WE NEVER
IMAGINED WOULD
CHANGE
TO THE HIGHEST
DEGREE,
AND JUST
REARRANGE,
THE FREEDOM
TO ROAM
HAS DISAPPEARED
SOMETHING
I’VE DREADED
AND ALWAYS
FEARED,
DOORS HAVE
CLOSED
AGAINST
THE WIND
LAWS HAVE
PASSED
AND WON’T
RECIND
UNTIL WILD
FORCES
BEYOND OUR
REACH
END THE TIMES
OF DEATH
AND SORROW,
WHILE WE WAIT
TO LIVE
TOMORROW
THE GHOST TREE
SURVIVES
THROUGH FAME
AND FORTUNE
LIFE AND DEATH
HANGING OVER
A ROCKY CLIFF
CENTURIES
PASS
AS THE FUTURE
DRIFTS
UNTO A PLACE
WHERE LIVES
ARE SAVED,
AND PEOPLE
LEARN
HOW TO
BEHAVE,
FINDING THAT
COMPLETE
SURRENDER
LIVING ON
SO WARM AND
TENDER,
SURVIVING
DARKNESS
FEAR AND
SHAME
NOW WE KNOW
WE CANNOT
BLAME
THE FORCES OF
ETERNITY,
FOR THEY
ARE BRILLIANT
BRIGHT
AND SMART,
FILLING UP
YOUR BROKEN
HEART:
PROMISE ME
THAT YOU
WILL WAIT
FOR GOD’S
NEXT MOVE
MY PUDDENTAIT!

©JW WINSLOW 1/1/2021