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She came over the fence at Elmer’s farm,

Leaping like a deer, the white tail flying behind her,

Into the middle of Elmer’s cookout seeking me.

“What’s this?” I exclaimed, “A faun wearing clothes?”

“Elmer’s oldest boy is a Sensitive like you,” she said.

“I don’t need farm boy to see me nude again,,

At least, not until I decide to seduce him.”

“You must be Su-Fey Pan,

Radasha told me about you.”

She grinned a sinister grin. 

“It must be nice to own your own faun.”

“I own him not,” I said of Ra,

“He came to me during my trauma.”

“He led me to the garden in my mind to heal.”

“That’s what I must do for Elmer”s boy, Wilbur.”

“Because he alone survived his mother’s car crash?”

She only nodded sadly. 

The farmer’s wives with plates of mashed potatoes,

Looked at me strangely for talking to myself.

“So, why have you come here seeking only me?”

“Because you write a book of poems,

And claim you are an awful poet.

And you know of fauns and fairies,

And what their uses are.

And you understand the metaphors,

And sling the symbols all around.

And you understand that poetry

Sucks the poison from your soul

And turns venom into candy,

With sound and fury and sometimes even rhyme.”

“And you are asking me to give you some of that for him?”

“That magic, yes, to save his life,

From you through me to him.”

“And how is this miracle to be done?”

“Kiss my cheek, and give it me,

And I’ll bestow on him.”

I kissed her lightly on the sun-tanned cheek.

She grinned, a twinkle in her hazel eyes.

And she kissed me back on the lips.

The magic took my sight away.

Su-Fey was gone.

“Mickey, are you all right?” said a farmer’s wife,

“Or are you having another episode?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine,” I said, still smirking.

“Is there any of that sausage left?”

“

The gentle Belle of Amherst

Wrote carefully pruned poems

Like roses groomed and purely bred

To take prestigious prizes

At flower shows she never would attend.

1,800 poems carefully handwritten

And preserved in locked desk drawers

While only ten were published in her lifetime.

Poems of death and immortality,

Art and society, nature and spirituality,

After an entire life lived in secret,

She profoundly affected poetry,

And achieved immortality after all.

In poetry, some things can stand for other things.

This is called Symbolism.

In Mickey’s Book of Life, Love, and Laughter, certain silly symbols are commonly found.

Cardinals are the little red songbirds that never fly away when the winter comes.

A cardinal symbolizes courage, fortitude, and profound persistence.

When Mickey sees a cardinal, he stupidly thinks it’s a good omen.

Cardinals deliver the will and favor of God Himself.

This is why Catholic Cardinals can become Pope.

Fauns are creatures of Greek Myth, naked young boys or girls,

With horns of a goat and tails of a deer, living in the forest.

In Mickey’s stupid head, they symbolize sensuality and oneness with nature.

Fauns are what Mickey is trying to be when

He takes off his clothes and claims to be a nudist.

The ship with pink sails is a symbol too.

It is a symbol of Mickey’s imagination,

Especially the imagination that shows up in Mickey’s dreams.

It sometimes appears as a 1957 pink and white Mercury,

My dad’s car until it was destroyed in the Belmond tornado of 1966.

Today’s picture is a potential Sci-Fi character for a Cissy Moonskipper story.

For fashion’s sake, I had to try another space suit. Of course, we have still forgotten the glove on the hand. This kid is in for a bit of severe frostbite if he goes out the airlock like this.

As I had drawn the character nude before applying the background and costume, I decided to put him into a skinny-dipping situation (in a more progressive town than Dallas.)

I decided to draw a picture that might help my friends and family understand a little bit why I like being a nudist. This is a picture of what it feels like to be clothed only in sunshine. The freedom is a very real thing. I have pictured it here not with a picture of myself, but of a sunshiny boy that represents me before the age of ten, before the sexual assault I endured in secret which plunged my psyche into darkness.

I finished both of these pictures, created from the same original doodles, on my new computer tablet with a digital drawing app. The second one has Sunshine Boy in an ISU t-shirt because that is where I learned to overcome the trauma from the assault. Ultimately I overcame my fear of being nude.

I now have a much bigger and more useful touchscreen canvas to draw on. It has made picture-making even easier for this old coot with arthritic hands and encroaching color blindness. I am no longer despairing about not being able to draw. I drew the picture of the space boy using the tablet, my electronic stylus, my fingers, and a photo/art-editing program called AI Mirror. (Not the same as Dall-E in that it operates from the picture I draw, not the description I write. I don’t believe I am plagiarizing anyone’s original artwork in that this not-really AI program does not interpret my artwork by reproducing someone else’s art. Instead, it interprets and realigns my art using what it knows from photos and a generalized anime filter.)

This is how I use it. I draw a figure to the best of my current ability. My hands shake and my arthritic joints seize up and crackle. I can guide the stylus better than this picture above, but not all the time. I can also refine and redo the details.

I can continue to refine things to a point like you see above, I tighten things up, zoom in, and work on smaller details. Eyes get a lot of attention, especially after I discovered it was the anime filter in the editing program that was making some of my creations cross-eyed.

The AI Mirror program is a sort of Photoshop editor that can merge my drawing with photo-quality costumes, backgrounds, and props. It leaves me with a picture I can actually feel proud of.