the mighty have fallen…

R.I.P., lovely Trees

and, many thanks for all you have given.

Two Trees

“Two trees were born in a hillside grove.

One protested, grew strong, her trunk smooth
and tall, tucked away from the elements.

The other stood unprotected,
where the howling winds tore by.

She was stooped and twisted, her arms
knew torturous weights of snow.

The first tree was slim and virginal and perfect,
a picture for all the world to see.

But artists who climbed the hillside grove,
always painted the other tree.”

Joshua Tree

One Tree Hill

Jeffrey Pine

About muffybolding

Muffy Bolding is a mother/writer/actor/knitter/feminist/withered debutante who likes the smell of asparagus pee, and remains obsessed with the bathroom hygiene of her three children -- despite the fact that they are 23, 19, and 16. She is blissfully married to a cute Jewish boy who looks like Willie Wonka, but remains tragically in love with the dead poet, Ted Hughes. She has the mouth of a Teamster, and her patron saint is Rocco (pestilence relief.) Ms. Bolding lives in Southern California, where she enjoys typing words, making movies, and plucking the rings from the fingers of the dead. She was the co-creator and Editor-in-Chief of the award winning satire zine, Fresno Lampoon, and in between writing screenplays, carnival barking, and savagely threatening her trio of darling larvae with a wooden spoon, she currently publishes the zine, "Withered Debutante." More of her work can also be found in the anthology, "Mamaphonic: Balancing Motherhood and Other Creative Acts", the compilation zine, "Mamaphiles III: Coming Home", as well as in The Cortland Review and hipmama.com. She is currently writing and producing for film and television, and working on a book of essays entitled, "Inside A Chinese Dragon." She has slept around, but not nearly as much as she would have liked.
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1 Response to the mighty have fallen…

  1. penelopesque says:

    That is so sad. That album reminds me of so many things in a 5 year time span and One Tree Hill always reminds me of an activist friend who was murdered in the early 90s.
    My mother’s forty year old pine – several stories high – took a swan dive into our neighbor’s house during Hurricane Isabel. It was a perfect Christmas tree shaped pine and would have made a good Christmas tree if you were a giant or giantess. I can’t imagine it gone.

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