“She Speaks Up” – An Anthology celebrating the 100 years of the Woman Suffrage movement -is a free eBook on Amazon through Sunday.


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This is an anthology of poems submitted by women, from around the world, to the first annual Jessie Butler Poetry Contest, in 2020. The contest celebrates the 100th anniversary of the passage of the 19th amendment, giving women the right to vote, on August 18, 1920. She Speaks Up! has been compiled in honor of Jessie Haver Butler, grandmother of Mila Johansen.

Jessie Butler’s time as a suffragette on the front lines of the women’s movement. During her career, Jessie was instrumental in helping to get the first minimum wage for women in the U.S., setting up the Pulitzer School of Journalism, single-handedly exposed the “meat packers” monopoly and was the first woman lobbyist in D.C. Inspirational! Having used her voice for suffrage and liberation, Jessie later taught the art of public speaking to thousands of women in the U.S. and England.

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Her body

Mature Content: with audio

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Her Body


Her body is my playground

A wonderland of curves and lines.

Of sweet breasts and urgent nipples.

Of rolling hips and elegant thighs.


Her body is my canvas

A perfect page on which to paint my words,

to daub my prose,

to scratch my spidery, inky, dangerous poetry.


Her body is my church

A hallowed and sacred place

A holy ground on which to worship

And adore.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written six years ago, and repeated a few times.  But you might have missed it.

Art by Omar Ortiz

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Merle Haggard and some words.

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If we make it through December

Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin beauty. She told me no lies. She told me she liked the long rides and the cowboys who didn’t want too much.

I met beautiful Jenny in the late days of Summer. I had a pocket filled with money and I liked to drink. The Texas heat left her in her Summer dress and willing to trade conversation for the whiskey and the cold beer. I fell in love with her the first time I saw her walked toward me and loved her more when she left me sitting alone.

We had September love. Unrestrained passion and willingness to taste the places where lover run free and uncontrolled. She was wild and untamed. Made a man wanting…

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California poetry..


Dear Clinton, Michigan

You told me often.
Love wasn’t enough.
The heart become too hidden with time and age.

California isn’t enough

I called you beautiful Jenny and I told you.
California coastline is so beautiful.
The Monterey sea will steal your heart and mind.
I sat near the dancing waves with clear sky, filled with the stars.
I whispered to the sea. Sweet Jenny.
Come to Monterey and be my love.
Make California our last stand to know love.

Last stand

Last kiss, last wish.
First face remembered, last face wishing to be caressed and kissed.
You were my love and you were my hell.
Today I would stand the pain and misery of losing you,
if I could see your face and hold you near.

John castellenas/Coyote

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Free audio books- Hemingway and Oscar Wilde

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I have so many. I have love books for 50 years. Jack London “When God laughs” made me want to create. Hemingway words made me wish to travel and test life. Oscar Wilde words made you see beyond the norm of life. Jack Kerouac told the truth and bleed to paper. We must read the readers who made us see beyond where we are standing. The below books are free and they can teach us. We must live, test life, be fearless and bleed to the paper.

Dancing Coyote

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Megha's World

“A weed is but an unloved flower.”
― Ella Wheeler Wilcox


My heart and soul
a garden of weeds
growing for eternity
and deprived of the
beauty of the world
to feel and see

A garden of thoughts and
lanes of the insipid
turbid emotions
lying on these thin
carrying the filth of years
within my heart too deep

No one has tended my thoughts
and looked under
that pile of rummage
what beauty
in growing under that mound
to see
what it hides beneath

Then you came along
with your healing touch
a touch so divine
you picked.. plucked all the weeds
planted lilies and roses to bloom
surely and beautifully
tending it beautifully
with your filigree touch
and transformed
this tangle of weeds
into a bouquet too sweet.


Photo by Thomas Hafeneth on Unsplash

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