Last Thirty Days on Top (Untreated Pin Impressions)*

*Note:  Prose Poem and Literary List (Prosody, Parataxis, Blank Verse, Free Verse, and Found Poetry) based on E Maria Shelton Speller Pinterest Analytics as of February 26, 2019 10:00 PM (EST), for 15 Muse Boards and 5K Pins.  


All you want to know

[It takes libido to pen poesy…]_

[Ducklings in love]_

Coachella — Boho Chic_


Nicholas Kirkland at London FW Spring 2019_

26 Undercut Men Ideas_

Ru Paul_

Beautiful and vibrantly dyed locs_

[Sky Bloom Asymmetry]_

[Incognito Mode]_

Ano Novo_

The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill — 20th Anniversary Tour_

Brioni Men’s Leather Goods_

Trench Coat_

Madonna takes a look

African Woman with Orange Turban_

The Modest Minimalist_

Michael Carson_

[Directing the Master Scene in the Mirror]_


I’m not Shy_

[Skylar — Look at that face… that stop…those eyes!]_

Drink Pretty_


Oscar De La Renta — Fall 2019_

Model Antonia — YSL Cocktail Dress 1964_

Curly Hair for Men_

[Femme Gaze]_

Elizabeth Taylor — Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award_

[Marilyn Monroe and James Dean Smoking on a Balcony…]_

Be bold_

Supernova for Vogue  — Annie Leibovitz_

[An epic love Iliad]_

[The [Dollhouse] with the Red Corvette]_

10 Iconic Fashion Photographers_

[Pluck and Aplomb]_

Ten Iconic Fashion Photographers_


I am trying to ensure everything I have is yours

Georgia O’Keeffe_

Kerry Washington_

[DR + BG]_

[DR Dada — Andy Warhol’s gaze circa]_

Kanye West — My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy_

[Woodstock! (WIP) (x Bars))) [Reserved][Reserved] 3.0]_


[Champagne and Balloons in Gotham City]_

[Diana Ross (DR Diar)]_

Black Amex, Please_


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Dada — Lost and Found — Triptych


Doing nothing

and falling

down the same rabbit hole

I would be nosey

like numbers on analytics

Floating lollipops and gummy bears


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On the 48th year since the assassination of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. — the language for this mash-up, was for the revolutionary icon.

Trench People (TP) Muse Board

When I was nine, and my sister seven, we shared a bedroom in the attic of a Victorian house, in New England.  We loved that pink triangular room, and the imaginary line that equally divided her side and mine, and it was not lost on us, that we were far removed from our extended paternal family, our parents, and the Irish triplets who shared a room of their own — downstairs. 

It was not just the physical detachment, but on the heels of “making believe,” we began to transport each other to fictional realities at bedtime that began with a question, followed by an answer and finally a bidding, “What are you doing?”  “I’m thinking.”  “What are you thinking about?” 

My stories would often begin with something truly extraordinary.  Diana Ross had ten kids in 1964!  She was twenty years old and married to Jorge — the Ebony Fashion Fair model who was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, and one of her children was my fourth grade classmate — a Puerto Rican named, Willie Sanchez.  He told us to call him Willie.  He was so cute!   

Theirs was the perfect family!  Jorge wore gray suede shoes and cardigans advertised in Jet and Ebony magazines, and the children wore clothing from the Alden and Spiegel Catalogs!   Images were accessible and appropriated. The stories epic and uninterrupted — unless clarification was necessary, like “What time do the kids have to go to bed?” 

I loved The Supremes!  In the Sixties, Diana Ross was a delicate and beautiful remix of freedom from ugly restraint.   I could scan a page for her name and find her like code!  Ditty Bop.  I could imitate her voice, her tone, inflection, her vibrato, choreography and her mannerisms! 

In the Summer of 1965, I sang A cappella, “Where Did Our Love Go,” “Stop in the Name of Love,” and “Come See About Me,” on a makeshift stage in our back yard, and became an accidental star with a teenage fan base… but, I just wanted to be left alone to adore her.

Those oral narratives in the dark — were contiguous, on a continuum, interconnected, in medias res. When I think about — Trench People, I wonder what are Angela, Lisa and Nimrod’s musings and who are their muses?  What would they like?  What makes them click?  TP’s Muse board is visible/linked below.  It’s a living, breathing, WIP.  It’s the pink room in the attic all over again!   I wonder how my sister is doing?  I wonder what she’s thinking…



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