Felique Dupré in the Haunted World: Fellini Characters with Hitchcock Touches

A chill settles over Jamaica Plains as the F Train winds
its way to The Village.

“New Haven. Miss?” sang the conductor.

Persephone sits quietly with an old bag between her knees.

Surely, Hades will ignore the weather and see her; but she has
no guarantees.

Her stomach grumbles as she examines the other passengers.

They look like Fellini characters with Hitchcock touches.

To her left is the slave boy from The Satyricon, but, he also looks like
Grace Kelly: and she’s sure she’s seen that whore in La Dolce Vita
and The Birds.

Animated gif of Anita Ekberg and Marcello Mastroianni from Federico Fellini's 'La Dolce Vita'
La Dolce Vita

The E screams to a stop.

“Penn Station. Miss?” sang the conductor.

Persephone quickly rises and says her good-byes.

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Body Blast Me, Baby!

from Living a Beautiful Life

Living a Beautiful Life

“Challenge yo’self!”

I am!

Has it really only been fifteen minutes??

“Faster!  Higher!”

Okay!  Okay!

Ohmigod, when is the last time I participated in an exercise class?  Hmm.  Hard to say… lol.

Come on princess

Now the weights!

If I don’t make it will someone please feed Hank the Hedgehog?

Now the steps!

Another hour??

Now the mat!

A wave of nausea

Probably unrelated

Weights again!

Should have brought water

Steps again!

Should have put my hair up

Mat again!

Go, go, go

More weights!

“Challenge yo’self!”

More steps!

I’ve got the rhythm, baby

More mat!

“Feel it in yo’ core!”

Weights!

“Challenge yo’self!”

Steps!

What song is this?

Mat!

I should be disco dancing

Weights!

Oh-

Steps!

-mi-

Mat!

-god!

Weights!

Ten more!

Steps!

Higher!

Mat!

One push up!  Just one!  Half — okay, get back up!

Faster!

Jump rope!

Weights again!

Slow, hold, back

Steps again!

Higher!

Mat again!

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A Minute Made Mystery

‘Why does Scott chant if he’s such a devout Christian?” Phil asked

I didn’t know.

My soul was pained.

I loved Scott but wanted to be fair to the ‘family’.

I suspected Scott’s relationship with me was a ruse to embarrass Phil
and the Charleston chapter of Nichiren Shoshu.

I asked Scott that night as we drove across the Cooper River Bridge to
the Isle of Palms.

“He thinks we’re queer,” Scott said.

I was puzzled by Scott’s reply. “Do you love me?” I asked.

Scott replied. “I love the Lord and the Lord says to love you.”

“Who’s Lord? Why me?”

Scott was precise: “You have the soul of a woman! We are not queer!”

“The Lord says I’m not a man?”

“Jesus says! “

“Where?”

“I know these things,” Scott’s tone was soothing. “Now hush your pretty
mouth and trust me.”

We parked on a secluded road at the Isle of Palms; waves of the Atlantic
roll in.

Scott reached over and stroked my hair.

“My pretty little Jew boy; Jesus was a Jew boy, I bet he looked like you. They
killed Jesus, didn’t they?”

I was suddenly afraid.

‘Scott, take me home,” I said.

Scott opened the dashboard and smiled: “we gotta make it real is all.”

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A Flight of Ideas: Little Reagan

I was under powerful witchcraft and hoped I was possessed.

I thought of little Reagan: the tricks he could do with a crucifix.

He was light in the head yet raised by circumstance.

Were I novelist I’d have written the story but instead I spinned
and spewed broccoli.

Judy asked if I was trying to vomit and I snarled, “No! I need a
fucking exorcist!”

Judy said what I really needed was a time out until I learned
to govern myself.

The staff carried me off before I could levitate.

I’m in seclusion and starting to think that Judy doesn’t love me.

Rob Goldstein (c) 2017 All Rights Reserved