Rusty Woodward Gladdish

A big Thank you to the Works on Paper group for featuring Le Cauchemar de la Sirene! I am delighted!!! Bisous de RustyXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Necessity is the smother of intention.

Hillary Dilatory Doll;
The mouse drove up the mall.
New York was thrilled;
The mouse got killed.
Hillary Dilatory Doll.

The aforementioned Sylvia Plath
Wrote all her best stuff in the bath.
Her life was so sad
’Cause she married a cad
But at least her first name wasn’t Cath.

The sea is still. Ivan is sitting on the sand,
Waiting for the whale to arrive from the violet ocean.
He sighs like a cat with one life left.

Behind the mountains and the forests,
Beyond wide oceans and broad seas,
Against the sky, upon the earth

At the Cactus Tree Motel
With its cool marble mosaic floors
And ever opening and closing doors,

ORIGINAL CLICHES

60 NEW POEMS BY

SIMON R. GLADDISH

INTRODUCTION

Original Cliches was mainly written in Istanbul and contains an
abundance of interesting, well-written poems ab…

Time is a telescope
Trained on the track
As life’s locomotive
Comes lumbering back.

IMAGES OF ISTANBUL

BY SIMON R. GLADDISH

IMAGES OF ISTANBUL

Following on from the critical success of ‘Victorian Values’ and ‘Back to Basics’, ‘Images of Istanbul’ is the au…

The mist draws down its gauzy veil
Across the craggy face of Cader Idris.
The estuary echoes to the curlew’s trilling mournful cry.

VICTORIAN VALUES

BY

SIMON R GLADDISH

INTRODUCTION

‘Victorian Values’, Simon R Gladdish’s first poetry collection was mostly written in Marbella, Spain. In tone, the poems rang…

Well what a pleasant surprise! I’ve been featured in Fine Arts with ‘Close up’.
Thank you very much.

Bisous from RustyXX

Reborn

This morning, the sun is shining right into my face. I can feel its warmth caressing my cheeks. Its buttery fingers are trying to prise open my eyes. I don’t want to open my eyes thou…

A big thank you to Billy Lee and her colleagues for featuring my painting ‘Atumn Trilogy’ in the Fine Arts section. I appreciate this little accolade. Well….......we all need them from time t…

Thank you very much to whoever bought a card of the photo of the Malvern Hills entitled, ‘The Path To Happiness’. I’m so glad you like it!

Take care and have a great weekend.

Regards from Rusty

Then, as if in a grotesque reply, shockingly, the corpse fell forward and released a gush of air. Noburo coughed into her face, spraying her with tiny droplets of blood. .

The rich dread dying
Because they’ve got so much to lose;
Their mansions and their palaces,
Their glossy Gucci shoes.

A solitary figure, eyes screwed up against the blinding whiteness and ears deafened by the thundering silence: the freezing wind savagely biting her cheeks

The mist draws down its gauzy veil
Across the craggy face of Cader Idris