by Patrice Clarkson | May 11, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
* This the third in my series of Janis Joplin inspired works. Smoky hearts filled the room Lights were dim shadows seemed to loom Fear was present, it cast its spell No one moved they couldn’t tell Right from wrong nor which was hell Quietly left, I snuck away...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 10, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
* This the second in my series of Janis Joplin inspired works. When the magic feather floats down When I can’t see anyone else around When purple haze looms so near When fountains float above the atmosphere And even goats don’t smoke Is when some folks...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 9, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
* Each day this week, I’m going to be posting writings that came to me in the middle of the night after watching a documentary on Janis Joplin. Whether it is Janis writing these words thru me, or my perception of what I watched, I have no idea. Yours to decide...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 4, 2016 | Poetry
Why we do what we do Never knew, never understood Didn’t have a clue. Standing here, standing there More or less Standing anywhere. Keep me close, hold me far Never say you did or didn’t Do that. Why not come, why not go All is strange, but...