Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

KOSHi presents... WiLL WORK FOR FOOD : A Coloring Book For Grown Ups (Words & Illustration by Joanna DeVoe)












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"WiLL WORK FOR FOOD : A Coloring Book For Grown Ups" makes an AWESOME gift!

Blow off some steam, escape into your own little world, or just pass the time in a fun, sexy way with this whimsical, slightly twisted coloring book for grown ups.

"WiLL WORK FOR FOOD : A Coloring Book For Grown Ups", contains KOSHi's latest set of ink & paper illustrations paired with witty rhymes about what it is to be female in today's sex & celeb-obsessed culture and is left colorless for you to customize with your own unique touch. So, bust out the crayons and get to work enhancing the beauty that is:

- A silly yet proud display of women & boobies to love in all shapes and sizes
- Psychedelic escape fantasies including dark portraits of Alice in Wonderland and Tinkerbell
- Fashion models & illustrations, complete with rude and snarky commentary
- Paris Hilton with a precariously placed coin slot in "The Best Things In Life Are Free"
- A portrayal of Pete Doherty tempting Kate Moss with a nasty spoon from the great beyond



(Parental Advisory: Contains Some Nudity & Strong Language)

8.5 X 11 B & W Interior /Color exterior
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I USED TO BE A LITTLE GiRL (poetry sample)

I tried to hide
My sex, my smile
Tried to walk
In single file
Tried to hurry
Tried to push
Tried to bury
Tried to shshsh
I tried to cut me
Down to size
Tried to see things
Thru your eyes...
But I got bored.

Read More Poetry Samples HERE...





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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

WiLL WORK FOR FOOD : A Coloring Book For Grown Ups


Ha! I did it. Finally! The first item is officially for sale on KOSHi SHOP. (Re)introducing... Will Work For Food : A Coloring Book For Grownups!



WiLL WORK FOR FOOD (poetry samples)


"WiLL WORK FOR FOOD : A Coloring Book For Grownups" is more than just a bunch of racy, girlie illustrations. It's also a poetry book & the precursor to the lyrics I now write for Obedient Waves. Here's a little of what you'll find inside...

-PRETTY YOUNG

A teenage girl
Is queen of the world
But she doesn't know it
A teenage girl's
A powerful pearl
But she will outgrow it
Flesh that springs up
Toward the sky
Her pouting lip
That hollow thigh

A tender button
Comes easily undone
With their greedy fingers
A tender button's
Fooling no one
Her value never lingers
Flesh grows slack
More by the day
Youth-stung lovers
Never stay

-TRIPLE PLATINUM

I hear it in the blurbs they say
And in the way they don't say
I see it in their expressionless faces
They feel nothing
And they're content
They rise and sleep
At scheduled hours
Clean and work and fuck in time
They dress to blend in monied ways
They are monied
Because they followed life's rules:
Born to wealthy parents
Bred by humble nannies
Sent to college
Sent to work
Sent to ski white alps
And they did not suffer
Nor enjoy one minute of it

-SHADY

The comfort of the shade
Is brief and cold
The air dappled with gold
Beyond the leafy border
Where the healthy ones play
Their faces upturned to the sun
Feet bare and unfettered
No cares
Not one
Past the filling of time
That I squander
Resting
Hiding in the long low limbs
Of my tree
My shroud
Making night
Waiting for that perfect cloud
To step into the light

(Joanna DeVoe - copyright 2006)





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Saturday, April 18, 2009

Dorothy Parker Said It Best



I feel like this today...

"I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the simplest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick. I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore:
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men.
I'm due to fall in love again."

-Dorothy Parker