 HUSHED WORDS & POISONED PENS: A BODY OF WORK AS P.W. CHERISH
HUSHED WORDS & POISONED PENS: A BODY OF WORK BY P.W. CHERISH
A Foreword by:James Schwartz
On
January, 4th, 2001 April Hoskins and I were residing in the snowy MI. countryside outside Burr Oak. We spent our days writing
and our nights at the cabaret. April and I shared notebooks in which we scribbled poetry and writings.
We also flung
notebooks all over my room so it was no surprise to recently come across a notebook authored by April, dated 1-04-01.
The
following poetry April (writing under her cabaret name P.W. Cherish) wrote as a small collection titled
Hushed Words
& Poisoned Pens: A Body of Work by P.W. Cherish.
And that it is! So what does P.W. stand for? You asked! Pussy
Willow.
Blessings & Light
James Schwartz
Oct. 20, 2004
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Heartbreak
He
frowns when I speak his name with my gentle tones
And lately it seems to me his own words have a harsh appeal
His
eyes, once blue, have turned to gray and the light has begin to fade
Last night when I embraced him he was heard to
say:
"Jezzabells and whores, prostitutes and sluts have nothing on you!"
While at first I was surprised, reality
set in...
Whatīs that you say?
The going rate?
Why, itīs 10 lifetimes and a heartbreak or two...
But
Iīll cut a deal for you...
3 STDs and a slit throat should do
Iīll thank you from my coffin
Remember
me to your stiff friends.
Gone
Last night I called you
The phone rang...
once
twice
three
times...
you were not there
I hung up
I went to bed
I never woke up
So while you were drinking
While
you were sleeping
I left you alone
do you care?
no
once....
twice...
three times....
Iīm
gone.
Women
high heels
short skirt
tight shirts
(slut)
red lips
black
eyes
long nails
(whore)
g strings
mascara
teddies
(Jezzabelle)
dinner bell
apron
strings
mini van
(frigid)
long pants
frumpy shirts
tennis shoes
(boring)
wedding
ring
white briefs
unmade face
(forgettable)
A woman just canīt win!
Maybe
Maybe
if I sleep with you I will forget
if I lay in your arms I will feel stronger
just a little longer
in
the morning you will be gone
Maybe you will leave a note to thank me
Maybe money
you will be another
forgotten man
written on my wall of shame
Donīt cry
it isnīt you whom is to blame
it is the way
things were always meant to be
maybe you love me
So dry your crying eyes my dear
put on your old wrinkled
clothes
maybe say a prayer
Here is a lovely purple pen to write
And paper for a note
maybe sighn
your name
maybe youīll remember me tomorrow
when you lay with someone new
perhaps...
perhaps not....
23:
A Poem
It seems most obvious to me that life is a vicious mistress
It teaches you to be afraid and to be so
very careful
It brings you all the joy in the world, just to take it all away
it rather reminds me of a jealous
lover, always so vengeful,
At times I swear I hear someone laughing at my pain
So here I am again, 23 and alone...now
a single mother
so please save your words, I do not need your pity or sympathy
fuck off
you donīt know
what itīs like to be me
use your own advice
life is...
a bitch!
Falling
You promised me
feilds of gold
you promised me a life of happiness
you promised me faithfullness
you promised to be my
supporter
you promised youīd be near
youīd never let me fall
I just turned around, my love
and
it seems there is no one here
So I am falling
you promised...
A Time
It is time to set you free
to
allow you to speak for yourself
though it is killing me inside
i know it is what I must do
because having
you here hurts
much more than letting you go.
The Lonely Passion of April Hoskins
Heartbeats
cease...
Death comes knocking
pray it knock once
then leave quietly
for should you go before I
I
simply could not live
What good is lonliness
without you to share it with?
To Keep
He was my lover
strong
and regretful
he was my tool
to leave behind sorrow
he was my space
in him was solitude
he
was my keeper
And I, his chain.
Spiritual Redemption
Spiritual redemption
is all a facade
for
should he know my sins
he could not forgive
For I have been cold
And broken many lives
along the
way I destroyed my own
and no prayer can set it right
spiritual redemption?
not in this lifetime....
Women/Men
Silver
pens
flowered paper
scented envelopes
all those girly things
God, how I hate women
But
more so men.
* The following 2 poems are untitled abstract sketches that are presented exactly as Miss Hoskins
wrote them....
Evergreen hills
warm hills
fallen star
broken wish
you, me
soft laughter
silence....
Snowy
trees
laughing children
frozen breath
icicle necklace
warm fire
white rug
tender
love
The end.
April was really a force to be reckoned with on the cabaret scene…to this day there
are drag queens performing moves they picked up from other queens that they picked up from April!”
--- James
Schwartz (2005) |
THE ZOO REVIEW
THE ZOO REVIEW
(ARCHIVE ISSUE)
THE
HAG'S CORNER
BY:
APRIL HOSKINS
Okay Boi's and Gurls...here is your daily dose of gossip, fresh from many
ears to your ears...
What former Zoo employee is now sitting in jail? Hope he enjoys it there....
OOOOOPS...color
us red...someone finally noticed the bar's biggest bitch isn't 21...now she is banned...you go gurl!
Hmmm...I didn't
know our bartenders went home with crazy people...I thought they were the crazy people...where's my damn coat?
How
do you spell divorce kids?... Easy, take your man's money and drink it away at the bar....hope you have a good attorney sweetie...
Well,
that is all the gossip for this issue other then we ain't got no roaches in our show (inside joke kiddies)....
*APRIL
HOSKINS contributed poetry, writings + co-edited The Zoo Bar's THE ZOO REVIEW (01-03) and 2 revival issues
in 07. |
I Saw Through: A Poem
There have been so many times
that I thought I was in love.
But I wasn't.
I saw through the sex
and lust:
and realized it for what it was.
Most of my men have been mere toys.
Something to do when there was nothing
good
on public access, and the clubs were dead.
Copyright Đ2007 April Hoskins
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