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As the sun started to go down, and the baby chicklets had to be herded back to their nursery, it was time for The Halloween Poetry Slam…

Everyone lined up to read their poems.  Excitement was high and the poetry was wonderful.  There was a lot of peeping and wing flapping throughout, and everyone had a very good time.  Melanie, read her poems last, because she was the star.

Below are a smattering of poems that were read on stage.

by Rita

I don’t understand
why humans are always fighting
everyone at The Coop
including our guests
come in all colors
shapes and sizes
we all love each other
what’s wrong with humans

by Jimi

Halloween can be scary
but it’s okay if you want to
close your eyes sometimes
because when you open them later
the scary stuff is usually gone
and if it’s not
you can always go and stand
next to your sister

by Margo

I love the Healing Bunnies
because they make everyone feel better
and they are warm and fuzzy
in a way that chicklets aren’t
they smell good too
and they let us play with their ears
if they aren’t too busy

by Carlos

I like to hang out in the kitchen
before the parties
because there are always so many
special treats being made
when I get bigger I want to be a chef
and have a baking show of my own
I’ll use a lot of corn
everyone will like that


being a dog
at The Coop
is fun
I get a lot of pets
hugs and kisses
and sometimes
I give the chicklets rides
they like to sleep on me
and I don’t mind
because they are like
feathery balls of love

by Trudy

I’m going to be a ballerina
in Paris
either that
or a journalist
I haven’t really decided yet
my mom said
I have to go to school first
but I’m not sure why

And the grand finale…two poems by MELANIE!!!!

by Melanie

Jeffery is a precocious pinto bean
Agnes makes a terrific tambourine
Ivan amazes as a time machine
Little Lily is an adorable tangerine
Watch them bouncing on the trampoline!
I bet it’s the first time you’ve ever seen
A rhyming costume party for Halloween!

by Melanie

is that a mouse squeaking?
is that the floor boards creaking?

do you hear the leaves that crackle?
as the witches darkly cackle?

is that the hoot of an owl?
and is that the wind that howls?

it might be scary, but don’t you scream
it’s just the sounds of Halloween!

We all hoe you enjoyed the readings.  Thank you.


From: Candy…all old white men destroying the world…together…the bottom picture shows us the clowns we are dealing with now.

The Party Barn is standing room only. The Coop’s Halloween Fashion Show…by the Fabulous Resa and Members of The Coop’s Costume Committee…is about to begin. (I’m sorry about the gap between one of the pictures. I have no idea why it’s there but I can’t get it to go away)

Our MC, Chicklet Rosebud, will be announcing the beautiful Halloween Art Gowns.  All of the gown for the humans have been lovingly and hand made by the FANTASTIC RESA...

First up…is Beautiful Zombie Holly


Holly’s Hallowe’en Art Gown is made from an old red velvet coat, black bengaline (from the 1970’s) and red lace flowers. The lace is from Resa’s personal stash, and the leaves are made from an old scarf.

It is accessorized with yellow and red lightening bolts, that Resa captured during a thunder storm.  The very same lightening bolts which reanimated the Beautiful Holly.
Resa’s hands are healing quite nicely. Thank you very much. Resa knows exactly how to make Holly look absolutely gorgeous.

Next we have the designer herself, The Amazing Red Witch Resa, wearing her Witchy Gown for all to see…




















Resa’s Hallowe’en Art Gown & hat are made from old red & black Kenora Dinner Jackets, which is the Canadian term for lumberjack jackets. The glove is the one Resa didn’t lose. The star burst accessories and shoulder detail are bits of cosmos that Resa gathered up while test riding her magic broom. When interviewed she said she has happy memories of that particular ride.  Believe her.  She had a very good time. 

Next up, we have Harlequinn Vampire Gigi, who longs to get her fangs into the throats of evil politicians.  She controls herself, however, knowing that she would most certainly be tempted to over eat…and that’s no Joker.


Gigi’s Halowe’en Art Gown is made from black satin and gold lame, that are old coat linings. The boots are made from an old red Naugahyde chair cushion. They are trimmed with leftover black satin, and brass buckles that Resa stole from Blackbeard the pirate, during her last time travel.  She stole his heart as well and I’ve heard that he’s still looking for her.  So if a man, who looks like a pirate, asks for her, just say you never heard of her.

And Last, but not least, fashion for cats…

Resa, Holly, Beth and Melanie brought their cats to the party.  Resa’s Jeep and Johnny are model cats, beautiful and fuzzy.  Holly’s cat fabulous Bagheera, is a swift hunter. Beth’s cat, Olive, is a gorgeous black cat, who would look perfect in a sweater made by the chicklets. Melanie’s adorable cat, CAT, is also black and rather tiny.

Because of their very special cat guests, the Costume Committee put together a kitty sweater and matching mousy for those cold winter nights.  Whiskers is modeling his sweater, which is made out of string, dyed to match the color of his eyes.  Jerry, on the hand, refused to wear his sweater. He did agree to walk the catwalk, to support Whiskers.

All of the guest cats will receive a sweater and matching mouse.

That ends The Human and Cat Fashion Show at The Coop.  Everyone is raving about Resa’s beautiful fashions gowns.  As for the cats…well, they’re trying to get out of the sweaters.  The chicklets are helping them

Thank you to RESA, who was in charge of this event and made it out of this world.  All the glam and sparkles, the decorated stage and lighting, was a collaboration between RESA, The Costume Committee and Stage Crew.

It was a smashing success.  And no cats were harmed while being dressed and undressed in sweaters.  Some chicklet feathers were lost, but that was to be expected.


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My favorite time of year is when the cool crispness of fall settles around us. The leaves turn it up a notch with vibrant oranges and brownish reds, dancing towards the ground like feathers in the wind. Cozied up in sweaters and scarves, drinking spiked apple cider is a seasonal bliss we all should have […]

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I have two daughters. I want them to have equality in their impact on the world. Culturally women have been taught to make people feel more comfortable and at ease. We can have trouble standing out, speaking up, being ambitious and strong. We undermine our thoughts and ideas with weak language. Have you noticed how […]

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Frankenstein; Or, The New Prometheus – Christine E. Ray — Brave & Reckless

stitched carefully together from odd parts of other women you preferred me to be you recklessly called forth roaring thunder flashes of lightening that wracked through my body electric agony ignited a spark of independent life I rose from the table reborn something new something other you gazed upon me your creation not with love […]

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Clarissa’s best friend is a duck named Flo.  To honor their friendship, Clarissa’s Halloween costume reflects their close bond.   Flo quacked for several minutes, when she saw her friend, and they were both so happy they went and had ice cream and missed the first two stage acts. Still, the ice cream was delicious and they played with the rhinos’ on the way to the party barn. They are going to take a Gondola ride tomorrow morning, although Flo may be in the water for part of the time.

One of the treats tables…

Beth brought Fairy Lights and Holly, who is responsible for the treats tables, made her well loved Corn Bread and so many other goodies, as well as bowls of candy corn.  The chicklets and their guests love her baking and treats.  Holly also brought her dog, Tide, and cat, Bagheera, as well.  Tide was a bit shy at first, but the chicklets sat quietly next to where he was hiding, until he felt safe enough to come out.  Bagheera was fine right from the start and promised not to catch and eat anyone. There is hay, carrots, apples and all kinds of treats for everyone.  Treat tables are always set up everywhere, since there are so many different kinds of guests.  Some of the food has to be low to the ground, since a lot of the chicklets and guests can’t reach the tables.  But everyone manages and they always help each other.  Holly make sure everyone has enough to eat and she keeps the tables neat and tidy.  She smiles a lot and she knows how to take care of hungry chicklets and their friends.


The Conversation…

Cat, Relax, Chill Out, Camacho

“So, big day today,” he said.

“What do you mean?” she asked, unpacking her tote bag.

“Isn’t it Halloween?”

“We’re kind of skipping it this year because of the virus.”

“You mean the trump virus, or the Covid virus?”

“Good one,” she said.  The Covid virus.”

“He said doctors are liars, saying that people who die don’t have Covid but they get more money if they say they die from the virus.  So, all the brave women and men who risk their lives everyday are just a bunch of greedy liars to the republicans.  I wonder if he is counting the doctors and nurses who died, trying to save people?”

“I can’t talk about this,” she said, sitting down on the stairs.

“I heard about what he did in Kenya.”

“He’s so evil, I don’t know why he doesn’t catch on fire and burn to ash right in front of all of us,” she whispered.

“Lots of girls are going to die.”

“And not one single male who made them pregnant.”

“It’s always like that,” he said, eating the last of the sardines.

“He pulled all money out of that country if they even talked about birth control, or abortion.”

“Suicide will go up.”

“And dead women, from back alley abortions.” she said.  “He’s responsible for so many deaths.  He’s so ugly and hateful.”

“Without a doubt.  He picks on the poorest people who have no alternatives and absolutely no resources.  The women get cancer checks and HIV help from those clinics, and now that’s gone as well, all tied to the money he stopped letting them have.  He’s hatred on two orange legs and he takes children out of the arms of their parents, won’t let them have medical treatment, even in other countries.  He’s the third anti-christ, after Napoleon and his hero, Hitler.”

“I can’t argue with that,” she sighed, “since it’s true.”

“Hard to argue with reality and the truth,” said the cat, licking his paws, washing his face.  “He never makes a single thing better, only horrible.”


“And yet…people follow him.”

She sat down and put her face in her hands.

“What?” he said.

“Let’s hope things change on Tuesday.”

“What will you do if he doesn’t lose?  I don’t think Canada will let all of you in.  I mean a lot of us could probably cross the border, if we wanted to, but everyone loves cats,” he said.  “Americans aren’t liked very much nowadays, even by each other.”

“Another truth.”

“Truths are all over the place, if you look,” he said, rolling over. “But what’s truth for one isn’t truth for another.”

“What happened?” she said.  “Where did all the hateful people come from?”

“They were always here, but one of their own finally got into a position of power and it’s like a hell mouth opened up and they just all spewed out.”

“Is that supposed to be a Halloween image?”

“If you think it is,” he said, eating his treats.  “You’re all acting like a bunch of sheep being herded into the corner of a field.”

“Oh, and what do YOU suggest we do?”

“You should have a plan for Wednesday, either way.  But you don’t, at least not that I can see.”

“We’re big and bulky.”

“Excuses, excuses,” he said.  “You guys are full of them.”

“It’s called brainwashing and conditioning.”

“No, it’s called inability to form a workable plan with enough people.  There is such as thing as an internet, you know.”

“I think it’s more about guns and his ability to kill people in the streets.”

“Well, there is that,” he said, grooming his back leg. “People will die, one way or the other.”

“Winter is pushing its way in.”

“Jingle, jingle,” said the cat.

She nodded.  “Jingle, jingle, all alone.  Not a lot of parties this year.”

“Oh, boo hoo.  You’re positively ancient and you’ve had a million parties.”

“Excuse me?” she asked, grinning.  “Positively ancient?”

“Got you thinking about something else, didn’t I?  Besides, all of us will come to your house for a big cat Catmas Party.”

“Oh, what fun,” she said happily.  “I’d love that.”

“I already told everyone.”

“He did,” said Jinx, starting to eat his food.  “He told everyone.”


“Decorate the tree with live mice, will you?”

“NO, I will NOT decorate the tree with live mice and you know it,” she said.

“He’s just teasing you,” said Jinx.  “He likes to tease you.”

“I brought more of your favorite treats.”

“Thank you.  They’re delicious.”

“I love you Jinx.”

“I love you too.”

“Oh, gag,” said the cat, his tail thrashing back and forth.

“I love you too,” she said, making kissing noises all over him, playing with his ears.

He laid as flat as he could.  “What is your PROBLEM,” he hissed.

She kissed him some more.

“You’re just so cute,” she said.

“I don’t see it,”said Jinx.  “I mean he’s a good looking cat, but cute?”

“Very funny,” said the cat.  “You can buy us gifts at Catmas.”

“Wow, thank you,” she said, snickering.

“He doesn’t mean individual gifts, maybe a few blankets for the Queens and kittens, water dishes, things like that,” said Jinx.

“I get those for you all the time,” she said.

“Sometimes people steal them.”


“The homeless take them and mean kids do too.”

“All of you come and live with me,” she said, immediately.  “Tonight.”

“You don’t have enough room for all of us,” said the cat.

“I do.  I wasn’t going to tell you until next week but I bought the building I live in.  You know it’s a two-flat and I’m turning the first floor into a cat live in home.”


“Yes, really.  So you can all stay with me.”

“I’ll tell the others and let you know.  Are there cat flaps?”

“Of course.”

Jinx jumped onto her lap and pressed against her.  “Thank you.”

She held her breath and wiped at her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” asked Jinx.

She shrugged.  “The world is so mean,” she said, softly, “that when someone is kind…it hurts.”










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