Childhood Angel

So sad to hear of the passing of Mike Nesmith. He was a living angel for a little girl growing up in Nowheresville, NJ!

Much love to Mike Nesmith, his friends and family, and to all the people who love him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Daydream Believing – post from March 31, 2020

I am grateful for the Monkees, they helped me escape into my imagination where I envisioned a musical, beautiful life full of color, sound, and possibility.

The Monkees end up in my poems, stories, and essays often. 

gold star on blue background

Crush 1976

Cigarette dangling from her mouth
Bunny opened the door.
I thought she was cool.
Bunny was an enormous woman.

Bunny opened the door and grinned.
Her trailer had a dark heady smell.
Enormous, Bunny wore a strapless shiny polyester cheetah print jumpsuit,
gold high heels, gold hoop earrings, and gold bangles.

Her trailer smelled dark, heady, secret.
I wanted to go in, but M’s mother made us wait outside.
I told M I wanted gold high heels and that I couldn’t wait to get my ears pierced.
We poked sticks in the mud and pretended to be Davey and Mike, our favorite Monkees.

I wanted to see the mysterious darkness inside.
Dimly, we heard David Bowie singing about outer space.
We drew stars and moons in the mud,
stopped talking and listened—

We heard him cry – 5 years, that’s all we’ve got!
My head spun, that’s almost my whole life.
We stopped talking. For a minute
my stick, the stars, the mud and M disappeared.

The world spun and I was in the sky looking at my life.
I saw nothing but endless blue
no stick, no stars, no mud, no M, just blue—

and it was beautiful.

I saw something push through the edge of blue
when the smell of Bunny’s trailer hit me.
It was beautiful.
Glimmering purple haloed her eyes,

Bunny carried the smell of her trailer
when she stepped outside into the afternoon sun.
Shimmering eyes squinting,
she lit the cigarette dangling from her mouth.

©2003 Holly Troy

And in case you missed it . . .

Isolation Song 12 – Papa Gene’s Blues

Paul and I performed this one a few times, but my favorite recording is from the day we learned it.

photo of the Monkees, Peter Tork, Michael Nesmith, Mickey Dolenz, Davy Jones – photographer unknown

image – star chakra painting – Gold on Blue on Blue_Ode to the Perseids 2016. Oil an gold leaf on wood. 7 inches x 6.5 inches © Holly Troy – August 2016

Mantra Practice from today – December 10, 2021

I dedicated my Aham Prema ~ I am Divine Love – Mantra Practice to Mike Nesmith today. 

Peace, love, and rock’n’roll ~

Holly

December 10, 2021
New York City

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Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.

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