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• songs of spine & salt
  by bellmusker

  brush my hair aside / & read the stories in my bones

  for those with songs for me….....past, present & future

• scorpio
  by bellmusker

  Today you will dream in Russian and wake with the smell of vanilla.

• red sugar
  by bellmusker

  Some girls just stick in your throat, and you can’t wash them down.

  It’s so dark inside the wolf / Brothers Grimm When I moved home from Europe and unpacked my boxes, I found my red coat again Her red coat, really. I was nineteen the last time I’d worn it so I didn’t scowl at the loose button, or how it stretched across the bust. She was always much skinnier than me, after all, especially once the wolf came knocking. She’d told me she’d come back for it. It’s just that she didn’t have the money for him, and he was knocking soon, and she really, really needed him tonight. And I could take the coat as payment, if only I’d answer the knock for the both of us. She’d come back for it; of course she would. I keep the collar turned up when I wear it now, at 36. Sometimes, I don’t even feel the cold. But other times, I feel it in my bones.

• the book of blood and snow
  by bellmusker

  She dotted her i’s with little circles. I fucking hate that.

  What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love Fyodor Dostoyevsky

• an antidote to pears
  by bellmusker

  wicked wench & wise woman

  Wise advice from a friend’s father: / Never fall in love with a man’s potential.

• I am liquorice allsorts, minus the pink
  by bellmusker

  I went from Barbie / to Medusa / in one quick fall

  For the joyous Lucky, who pulled these words out of me, and made me dream of lime green clogs & the deity of candy: I am the blood red spine with the bruised tailbone / I am coconut rice with extra lime leaves / I am the Medusa snarl with blue tangles / I am ink in blood and pen in hand / I am liquorice allsorts minus the pink / I am Bodie and Doyle with winged collars / And I am no longer afraid / of the dark For the photo theme of the June Melbourne Writers’ Meeting

• regeneration
  by bellmusker

  I almost touched someone today / Almost

  One of the blessings of agoraphobia – and yes, there are a few – is that it gifts you with a finely tuned awareness of safe spaces. Watching life pass by my porch was both a tantalising and yet devastating reminder of what I was unable to embrace. I couldn’t leave my house for an appallingly long time, and I’m still dealing with the intimacy that encompasses reconnecting with people. I still have a lot to learn.

• Lilith stole the fire of hell to lure the bees
  by bellmusker

  I smoulder when placed in front of windows

  While the rest of the species is descended from apes, redheads are descended from cats / Mark Twain I don’t know how many girls you dated, man / But you ain’t lived ‘til you’ve had your tires rotated / By a redheaded woman / It takes a redheaded woman / To get a dirty job done Bruce Springsteen During the Spanish Inquisition flame colored hair was evidence that its owner had stolen the fire of hell and had to be burned as a witch Bees are thought to sting redheads more than others Redhaired people never can make good butter. The butter always has a slight tang about it / British superstition The red-haired of both sexes are more libidinous and mischievous than the rest / Jonathan Swift in “Gulliver’s Travels” If you pass a redhead in the street you are to spit and turn around / Corsican superstition There was never a saint with red hair / Russian proverb Only two things are necessary to keep a redhead happy. One is to let her think she is having her own way, and the other is to let her have it / Unknown

• The Woes of a Photographer...
  by Mark German

  Who says being a photographer is all fun and games? / Well – I can tell you – it’s a terrible, terrible thing. Last Friday, I had the m…

  Who says being a photographer is all fun and games? / Well – I can tell you – it’s a terrible, terrible thing. Last Friday, I had the misfortune of having 8 beautiful, sensual girls come and play girly dress-ups at my house. And wouldn’t you know it? They actually wanted me to shoot the affair! Clothes flying everywhere, dancing in skimpy thingies – it is a wonder I didn’t have a bloody heart attack, I can tell you! / / All this was due to Yasemin and Naomi lending their services as colorist and make-up artist. / / Possibly the longest and most bandwidth-intensive journal entry ever, here we go….. / / / / Setting the scene… / 1* / / / Lots of girls getting dressed, and out comes the camera… / 2 / / / 3 / / / 4 / / / 5 / / / Next was make-up time… / 6 / / / 7 / / / 8 / / / 9 / / / ...and hair… / 10 / / / 11 / / / 12 / / / 13 / / / Yup, hair done…now dress-ups :) / 14 / / / 15 / / / 16 / / / and of course, poses… / 17 / / / 18 / / / 19 / / / 20 / / / 21 / / / 22 / / / 23 / / / 24 / / / 25 / / / 26 / / / Troy was a 4-armed angel… / 27 / / / ...but with a sneaky side… / 28 / / / ..and another side… / 29 / / / Erin decided to try and slice me open… / 30 / / / ...and Troy showed her how… / 31 / / / As the alcohol flowed freely, they danced… / 32 / / / ...and fell over a lot… / 33 / / / which tired them out and allowed me to take some candids… / 34 / / / 35 / / / 36 / / / 37 / / / 38 / / / 39 / / / 40 / / / 41 / / / 42 / / / 43 / / / 44 / / / 45 / / / 46 / / / 47 / / / 48 / / / 49 / / / ..and some poses…and artsy stuff… / 50 / / / 51 / / / 52 / / / 53 / / / 54 / / / 55 / / / 56 / / / 57 / / / 58 / / / 59* / / / / / / Hope you enjoyed it, and girls – you are welcome anytime :)

• poison & sunlit fur
  by bellmusker

  You buy your first stilettos, four inches high and fire engine red. You can’t quite strut in them yet, but you will.

  The world breaks everyone, and many are strong at the broken places. / Ernest Hemingway I hid this for a long time. Mostly because I sent it off to a publisher, but also because it’s without a doubt my most personal piece on RB. It was accepted by the publisher and yesterday I read it aloud at the book launch. Yasemin Sumner (who also had a story published in the same book) and Luckyvegetable said my voice didn’t tremble at all. I think they were being kind. After all, when you read your diary out to a room full of strangers, you’re allowed to shake a bit.

• the freckles on my fingertips
  by bellmusker

  I’ll hurt you, but you’ll deserve it. You just have that look about you.

  It’s all in the details….... For the Schreiberinnen.

• the hissing of the hungry
  by bellmusker

  The rain on his belly tastes hot and sweet and you keep drinking

• klokken
  by bellmusker

  I have…held a decapitated human head in my hands, sliced neatly in half, and marvelled at the astounding beauty contained within.

  I wrote this piece for a zine in the US. The aim was to write your life story in only a few hundred words, and it was surprising for me to see which of my experiences flowed out of my pen.

• the morning has gold in its mouth
  by bellmusker

  I wanted them in places I shouldn’t even be thinking about this early in the morning.

  It’s not easy having a wrist fetish when you’re half awake and just want your morning coffee…..if men only knew what the sight of their wrists can do to a woman. Well, this woman. Inspired by a conversation at a Melbourne Writers’ Meeting.

• fell to the red room
  by bellmusker

  It does things to me that I don’t understand and from the sniggers at school I know I’m not the only one

  This is for the July writer’s meeting on the theme of music These are just some of the songs that tugged on my heart….or other parts of me.

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  Words & Structure
  by Mark German

  US$4.27–US$114.00

  Words & Structure Words are built around the structures we make. Yet no structure can exist without words. / / Dedicated to: bellmusker / / / / My rules for photography and art are very simple – I like it, or I don’t… / / Thanks for visiting my folio :) / I certainly appreciate your taking time to view what I’ve been up to, and enjoy reading your comments. / / You may find it easier to use the links below to take you to a specific genre, or see my personal favourite selection. / / My Own, Personal Favourites / Abstracts & Other Weird Stuff / Architecture, Buildings & Cityscapes / Candids & Street / Weird Compilations, Collaborations, & Constructions / Emotive & Inspirational / Industrial & Other Dirty Things / Landscapes & Other Vistas / Portraits & People / Urban, Suburban & Sub-suburban / Trees & Florals / Animals & Wildlife / / Calendar / (contact me to purchase) / / / The 10th / Writings (or ramblings) / Weaver / High-Flyer / The In-Between Place / The Haggard Crone / Come, Dark / Chandelier Brain / Eat Me / You’re Strange, Rick / Ever-Queen / Sleeping / The Black, White & Grey / /

• Introducing ... Anne van Alkemade!!
  by Cathie Tranent

  Having been recently surveyed by Jo for her “Creativity” survey – I am now fulfilling my part of the “bargain” and bring to you one of th…

  Having been recently surveyed by Jo for her “Creativity” survey – I am now fulfilling my part of the “bargain” and bring to you one of the loveliest people I know!! Ladies and Gentlemen …. Anne Van Alkemade! How does being a creative person and pursuing your creativity affect other aspects of your life? I think being creative, particularly in the sense of creating worlds in words, challenges me with a sort of duality (or even duelity) or having to live in both places and juggle which one takes precedence. Creative muses are jealous mistresses – if you don’t give them your full attention they go away and take their love with them but their love is so powerful that it is a prospect I can’t bear. And they will give you inspiration at the most inconvenient times. I am fortunate that most of the people in my life understand this and recognise the far away look I get at times. Tell us about one person or moment that has made your time on redbubble particularly special or meaningful There are so many – it’s really hard to mention just one so I will go for the most recent. Meeting Cathie Tranent and Cathryn in Melbourne recently was a particularly wonderful event for me. I am not naturally gregarious and meeting ‘new’ people can be very daunting to me (if I don’t have my journo hat on) but the afternoon we spent together while relatively uneventful was wonderful. It really was like meeting old friends and picking up where we left off because we had a cyberspace ‘past’ in common. I felt so comfortable and happy in their company – just for fun’s sake. I forget to have fun often. Show & tell us about five works on redbubble that have moved or inspired you • I was invited by Robin Pushee to write poems for her beautiful mermaids and fairies and have done almost a dozen to date. I find these to be rather joyful little ‘tasks’ and my favourite so far is Oceans Natural which has provided the most inspired response from me. • I think the biggest smile on my face was recently inspired by GeorgieGirl’s Feathered Friends . It is such a gorgeous drawing with such warmth and happiness there. What a very fine achievement for someone to create something that can inspire someone else to really smile. • Chanel2’s Zebra Crossing is an unbelievably mythic image made all the more so by its reality. It is a beautiful piece and when I look at it I disappear into that otherworld in my mind where I sometimes find my own gems. • Guarding Diane is a piece by Elaine van Dyk which she posted at a time I was stuck on a pivotal chapter in my novel Cluesford (which had been serialised on Redbubble but I am now redrafting). The image was totally in keeping with the premise of my story about a town half ‘populated’ by ghosts going about their every day ‘lives’. Elaine’s wonderful image gave me that kickstart I needed to get on with it and finish (for once) my novel. • How remiss would I be if I didn’t mention at least one written work (can I be sneaky and mention two?). Bellmusker whose writing such as Scorpio is evocative and redolent with emotion has inspired courage in me to write several very personal pieces. / The second is an essential part of my life i.e. I love to laugh (who doesn’t) and the simplest things are always the best for this in my book. Danny has a wicked way and although not a great example of his very talented writing, Pull my finger is just the irreverent and twisted writing I just love. Sorry that I have missed so many other works. Redbubble is an inspiring and supportive place to be and I am revelling in my renewed drive to create.

• sour cherry
  by bellmusker

  He wears western shirts with frayed collars, and wishes she knew how to sew. She wears whalebone corsets, and wishes he knew how to shav…

  time to take this out of hiding a work of fiction, for once

• Tales of the GGB #1
  by bellmusker

  I knew the game was on

  Tales of the GGB – the first chapter

• Bisous
  by bellmusker

  This what I’ll write about you when you leave

  With a respectful nod to T.S. Eliot Here I am, a ripe woman in a red room / Being held by a boy, ready to leap

• strut
  by bellmusker

  Wenches, three of them, wide and wicked / Strutting along Bleecker like it was a red carpet / Thick thighs in zebra stripes, caramel skin …

  Wenches, three of them, wide and wicked / Strutting along Bleecker like it was a red carpet / Thick thighs in zebra stripes, caramel skin glowing / Five paces behind, I fell in love / and followed. I think I tiptoed / I know they swaggered Spat words so raw and raucous / Stretched by the Brooklyn accent, warmed by the love between them / Even as they tore into each other with language that held me bound You callin’ me white? / Hand on hip, head cocked / Girlfriend, look at your man / Her eyes narrow, my eyes widen / He’s the whitest motherfucka I ever met / .....that boy’s a pussy Laughter so dirty I stumbled, blushed / Never felt so unripe. The solace of the fire escape / Hands black with grime and ears ringing with sirens / Watching over CBGBs with longing The Bowery invited and I finally accepted / I tried to strut my “don’t mess with me” gait I couldn’t pull it off They messed with me Street preachers spewing forth fire and brimstone / On the corner of Joey Ramone Place / Hostility for lone little white girls with pagan tattoos / Trying to strut A finger pointed rudely towards me / Yo baby! / My chin stuck bravely towards him / Yeah, what? More brass than I felt, more bile than I wanted / Taste of metal in my mouth as his finger inched closer / Resting on my snake, bold and curved / Looped around my neck, nestled on my collarbone / Keeping me safe A flash of gold teeth, a grin, a grunt / Nice bling / And off, shuffling back to the steps / And me, scurrying back to the fire escape / To watch from a distance. Few days later, few streets over / Lower East Side longing / For a man so clichéd I groaned / Even as I craved. Arms laden with pipes, muscles pulling tight / Sweat sliding down the curve of his calf / Into his workboots / Straight out of the Village People / Hardhat included I could’ve watched for hours Sorry honey! / You should just holler – get the hell outta my way! Stepping past with a sway / Hips rolling, heels clicking / Words thrown over my shoulder I can’t…..I’m too Australian Laughter thrown back, loud and lascivious / Trailing me along the streets of New York / / No sugar…..you’re too much! Felt myself ripen

• fire
  by bellmusker

  “You’re not squeamish, are you, Brigit?”

  This is the piece that pulled me out of hibernation. Instead of just writing for myself, this was the first story with which I was brave, and displayed. Still makes me shake sometimes.

• feast one - melbourne
  by bellmusker

  potato mashed with apple and cream

  Bear in mind that you should conduct yourself in life as at a feast. / Epictetus (55 AD – 135 AD)

• Black's Alley
  by bellmusker

  Never let them between you and the door.

  welcome to the neighbourhood