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Midnight
One day Rolling wolves in confines of night Escaping day Come out and play Come out and play Play with lives of the stray Gnawing old bones Bled rocks roll down hills of yesterday Waiting for the moon Too soon for blood Hunting for right thing to say Howl anyway For what good will it do to run Faster than the sun They find you in night Blind spots in sight Gathering lost Of October winds Blown through skin An echo running fast Come out and play Come out and play Hungry ghosts Nipping heels yelping with delight For they feast heavy and ride tonight Here’s one temptation for the lonely heart Beautiful sun Come out and play Come out and play Your house is on fire Come out and play (c) 2012 Andy Cook
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I woke up to the sound of a baby crying. I keep having this recurring dream. I am a young girl dancing around a maypole with my friends. Our mothers are lounging around watching over us in between drinking and laughing. Then, they all leave except my mother. After she falls asleep, a man in a dark suit beckons me to come over to him. He says he wants to show me something. I want to stay with my friends but he keeps smiling at me, telling me I can trust him, that I am supposed to listen to adults, “You wouldn’t want to upset your Mommy, would you?” I don’t want to go, but I listen and follow him into a golden colored room. Then, the room turns black. I realize the room is bad, and the man is bad, but it’s too late because the door closes with me locked inside.
Each time I have this dream, I wake up to the sound of a baby crying. Of course, the cry comes from my dream because I don’t have any children. I live alone. And this is the morning I have to drive back to my hometown. I haven’t been back in years. I haven’t talked to my mom in years. I guess I won’t ever get the chance to talk to her again in this lifetime. All I have now are memories...bittersweet. I clench the steering wheel pausing to pull myself together. Before I put the car in drive, I slip in a tape that Scott made for me when we were young. As I listen to it, memories flood in and I am taken back...to as early as I remember... (c) 2013 Kelly Cook Cook Creative is a power house art hub, publishing books and music, making custom art and designer wear, and providing custom art and graphic design services.
March 1st 2013 is the exciting launch of our website, cookcreativeworks.com and the release of our first published title, “Myth of Myself”. "Myth of Myself" is a collaborative work by poets, writers, artists and musicians, Andy & Kelly Cook. Each author attempts to Express the Inexpressible through artwork, dreams, and stream of consciousness writings - Andy through his poems, and Kelly through her story, “Daughter of Dionysus”. By turning the inward out, they explore the questions: What have we knowingly or unknowingly believed about ourselves and each other? What will we pass on to future generations? On the website you can buy music created by the progressive world rock band, "Son of the Widow". You can view art galleries of Andy and Kelly, get info on future art shows, contact us about graphic design and custom commissioned artwork and photography. Cook Creative is your one stop shop for art! Coming soon Cook Creative will be releasing titles by poet, writer, editor, publisher, organizer, scholar, professor, Ron Whitehead, Storm Generation poet., plus many more artists after him! We are way excited over here! Also coming soon is a line of amazing t-shirts designed by our very own Andy Cook, who has been an accomplished artist for over 30 years! Stay tuned! |
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