The Nude Beach Diet doesn’t involve a beach…at all. Feels more like an inner tube rolling down the highway.
If one thing doesn’t help you, the other will. Yucca Valley, Ca. August 2016
In Los Angeles you have to be good looking to get a job-any job…even ones that don’t pay.
I mean, the pan handler on Venice Beach Blvd. was so ruggedly good looking with a stubbled, half growth Jared Leto goatee, precisely trimmed, Russel Crowe swagger…
Forget giving him a dollar, I want a date.
Let me just hang out with him a couple hours on the freeway ramp…
He may be down and out…but he’s cute!
only in L.A.
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My poem, “A Wizard’s Hat” was chosen out of 1300 submissions and published by the prestigious Dressingroom Poetry Journal http://www.dressingroompoetryjournal.com/a-wizards-hat-by-jill-carey-michaels.html
The multimedia music video I created inspired from my true life poem.
A WIZARD’S HAT
The moon and stars like a wizard’s hat welcomed June until she was gone.
When the Waffle House waitress asked if we left her tip in the bathroom,
she smiled and said, “Only kidding,” truckers smirked.
We stashed receipts in the glove box underneath antibacterial gel.
You need some out here when neon prices spike thirty cents higher and no one knows why.
Our car is a bubble of dripping ice on coins swallowed by a toll that winks
when her arm waves goodbye.
Austin, Texas June 2016editorial illustration by yours truly
walking around Austin, Texas tonight and the sign post
got all Bukowski philosophic on us…I hear ya’ man.
When you live in a motel room, the bathroom’s next to the kitchen-which is kind of in the bedroom. The microwave’s stocked like a shelf with teas, bananas, honey and spices and yes, art supplies. You buy food and forget to unload it because there’s no space left anyway… like the time I walked around for a week with two avocados in my pocketbook, wondering why this darn thing’s so heavy.
I wouldn’t consider myself a person overtly attached to the physical plane-don’t need lots of clothes, objects, or money to find peace…except well, coffee, yes, I DO need my coffee. So much for the Zen.