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 May 13, 2019 10:00 PM (EST), for 15 Muse Boards and 5K Pins.  



Five Weak Words

Brace Yourself_

Beautiful and vibrantly dyed locs_

Kanye West’s Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

All You Want To Know

I’m not Shy_

[Point Him Out]

A Windy Summer Day — Vogue Italia_

[An Allusion to CAROL Coming Soon to Explode]

[The [Dollhouse] with the Red Corvette]_

Student Project by by Esther Van der Drift_

[Directing the Master Scene in the Mirror]_

Coils and Butterflies_


White Hot_

This is Why I Like Art_

Ten Iconic Fashion Photographers_

Ten Iconic Fashion Photographers_

Look Like Barbie, Smoke like Marley_

Ryan Gosling_

The Heat in the Red Dress_

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

One Last Pin of Gosling_

[Champagne and Balloons in Gothic City]_

Aaron Dixon in Front of the Seattle BPP Office, 1968_

Peter Lindbergh — Comme des Gracons_

Twin Flames_

Frank in the Studio_

Girls Club_

Evolve so hard

Screencraft —   David Mamet_

Sheer Turtleneck_

Portishead — Glory Box_


Kerry Washington_

[I Didn’t Think it Mattered]_

Elizabeth Taylor — Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award_

[I Sold a Rock Opus to the Best Black Rock Band on the Planet]_

Alexander Lewis Turtleneck_

Rihanna Flaunts Her Figure in a Fuzzy Crop Top_

Ready to Wear_

Swan Queen_

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


Valentim Quaresma_

Charcoal Face ~livinitallnow_

Hot Pants_

[An epic love Iliad]_

[Explode — The Writers Environment Presents]

Wide Silver Ring_


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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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