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2minute audio sample of HOLLYWOOD BUS STOP – The Dark Side of Tinsel Town, the current work-in-progress

The Dark Side of Tinsel Town. Chapter 6.

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chapter 5 – The Dark Side of Tinsel Town

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Mountain Girl

MOUNTAIN GIRL

I want answers, God.

I want them now, when I peak

This time, God, on top of this mountain

You better speak, this time, God.

I’m sick with waiting.

And you, too, Mother Nature,

up there in the austere sky;

I want a sign from you,

when I call out why, again, wanton woman

I want more than the usual, you know what I mean…

That unsympathetic silence

I want a response when I scream!

You better blow some blatant instruction across the grass.

And shoot an explanation through the ice as I pass.

And inject verification through the wind of my pleas.

I want this curiosity informed!

Or, be warned,

I’ll stop climbing.

And I’ll never go back down on my knees.

AND GOD SAID

The wanderer is crossing our mountain,

She’s making egregious demands, my dear.

Enough now, it’s cruel to keep her waiting,

Draw back your grey clouds

spread your blue and clear

The air between her and us

heal the scars

From her knees,

from her falling,

from dancing

The night you froze snow to ice under stars.

She whirled for us, Mother, she’ll keep on glancing

Up toward me

I will not ignore.

I promised I’d answer,

l told them I’d give

Truth for devotion,

so – Woman – implore

Your creatures down there to demonstrate love.

As long as they call out, we’re bound to return

For My sake, for Love’s sake,

give something to her.

MOTHER NATURE’S DESCENT

Oh fittera* Father, why interrupt me?

How dare she attempt human words to my mouth!

Me? Condescend to man-made poetry?

My masterpiece manifests – perfect – without.

She needs to accept there’s no reason, no rhyme.

I – Mother Nature – am a limitless line.

So let them bleed, God,

so long as they breed, God.

Taint them with hunger and force them to feed.

She’ll not want explanations

once the belly starts to ache.

Now; I must continue making monsters in this lake.

Please don’t look at me like that,

You’re making me yawn.

Oh, fittera* Father!

Send a wild stag and fawn?

As a token of my attention til I darken the dawn?

Come creatures, come to Mother…

come father, come son.

Now suffer the scent of humankind.

Bound over the mountain;

strike that human ego blind

with disbelief and awe and joy,

humility, terror and pleas.

Faster, faster, pass her, cross her,

Now then… stag and fawn;

Vanish – into the trees.

Look Father,

the human’s back down on her knees.

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In Loving Memory of Marilyn Monroe, on her Birthday…
The Prologue for
HOLLYWOOD BUS STOP
The Dark Side of Tinsel Town

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PROLOGUE: HOLLYWOOD BUS STOP

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TDSOTT UPDATE

Audiobook version of Hollywood Bus Stop is going well and soon to be serialized through various sites… meantime I found a nice website which contains the original short story published 2010…

https://www.jstor.org/stable/44343564?seq=1

Williams, Tracy. “Tales from the Hollywood Bus Stop.” Ambit, no. 199, 2010, pp. 32–38. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/44343564. Accessed 26 Apr. 2021.

HOLLYWOOD BUS STOP

The Dark Side of Tinsel Town

Currently in production for book, audio and video….

TDSOTT is a memoir, factual to the core even though actual names
have been changed in order to protect those who claim to be living…

“I’m sitting beside the pool at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. And I’m waiting. Waiting like I always did in Hollywood. Los Angeles overhead is its usual flawless blue, as if some cosmetic sky surgeon has removed all clouds and creases of grey….”

“I got to Hollywood on a one-way plane ticket
paid for with stolen money…”

In a town often nicknamed ‘Holy-weird’ Gilson was the weirdest of them all…

The Dark Side of Tinsel Town: To Be Continued….

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First completed novel, 2009; BLACKOUT – The Dark Side of the Valleys

…every candle had burned out… And Bronwen was trapped inside a very strange dream…
They were searching the mountain… for Tessa… And the mountains were so beautiful that they held out their hands to thank the sky because it didn’t matter… if Tessa was not there…
Then John started ringing the bell for last orders and everyone shouted that it wasn’t time yet, John! It was not the right time!
Quick, quick, Rupert was saying, hurry up, please, there’s no more time.  All of us are waiting… Everyone:  except Tessa. God knows where Tessa had gone…
…she better say sorry, ‘cos I’m not fuckin’ sorry… She’ll have a shock now when she hears… Bronwen grinned from ear to ear…
Because one of these days Tessa would have to learn that a mother is a mother and, surely, Tessa must know deep down inside that whatever a mother does is never really wrong?

-THE END-

South Wales, U.K., 2009

from Blackout – The Dark Side of the Valleys

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