Black Sheep Rebel Girl

What I’m Buying With My Silver Lining

What I’m Buying With My Silver Lining

The say every cloud has a silver lining, so here is my plan. When my silver lining comes in, I am going to pull it out of my cloud and sell it. Then I will take the money I made on my silver lining and buy a plane, the biggest one I can get. If all I can afford is a two-seater Cessna, that’s what I will buy.

Next, I am going to create an enormous net and attach it to the back of the plane and wait for a particularly cloudy day to come along. When I see a field of puffy cumulus monsters covering the sky from horizon to horizon, I will take off and capture as many clouds as I can hold in one fly across.  Now you can bet when I am back on the ground with a net full of clouds, I will remove all the silver linings.  And I am going to keep on flying that plane across the sky and pulling out the silver linings until I have enough money to buy every newspaper and every news station in the country.

Then I will take those stations and newspapers and fill the pages and the air time with music, art, dance, poetry, theatre and stories. Stories about how we used to live in a crazy shitty little world, but we don’t anymore.  Now, I intend to keep publishing those stories until that story is true, and then from there on out just for good measure.  You see every cloud does have a silver lining. 

I will probably need some help holding the clouds down and pulling out the linings, the acquisitions and programming, etc. If you’re up the ride let me know.  

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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Everlasting Love

Everlasting Love

She wasn’t particular about where she gave her love. She knew she had plenty, so she often threw it up in the air and let it land where it may. It fell on street lamps, trees, dogs, grass, birds and people. Thousands of people were covered with it. They didn’t know what it was though, they just knew they felt connected to something real, something beautiful. All these years later those people can still feel it. See, she wasn’t throwing around any temporary love, it was the everlasting kind.

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Dead Ends & Dead Horses

Dead Ends & Dead Horses

I saw this sign and started thinking about the concept of dead ends. I realized I never really think about them because I am always trying to build roads.  I am always trying to find my way into things.  I don’t seem to see the dead ends or maybe I do for a split second, but then I start looking for another way through. I do this all the time with goals, with a bad situation, with love.  I don’t know if it’s a positive or a negative.  It’s just the way I am. 

It’s making me realize, I am the kind of person who some might say will beat a dead horse. But I think the way I see it is, the horse isn’t dead yet. In fact, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a dead horse. 

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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Naked Hearts

Naked Hearts

“Please don’t crush her naked heart. It will change her and when it does, she won’t ever be as trusting and free as she is right now. There is ecstasy in innocence. When you destroy it, it cracks the heart so deeply even the universe feels it. That’s why the world is falling apart.”

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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Guest Artist, Rachel Hutcheson — Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books

Today my guest artist is Rachel Hutcheson, aka Black Sheep Rebel Girl joining us from Nashville, Tennessee. Her website is blacksheeprebelgirl.com She can be found on Facebook and Instagram under the same moniker. Her poetry is unique and sparkling with wit. I am happy to share some of her sparkle here today. Enjoy!

via Guest Artist, Rachel Hutcheson — Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books

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Talking Houses and Stranger Things

Talking Houses and Stranger Things

I hang out on rooftops instead of smoking cigarettes.  Houses tell me things people never do.  They do not have the social graces of people because they do not care what people think.  But, they are utterly relieved to have a conversation with someone other than the house next door.

A couple of nights ago an English Tudor complained to me about someone leaving mustard on the wall behind a garbage can in the kitchen, for weeks.  He said the people inside have noticed it, but they don’t give a shit.  When the owner, “Rebecca” saw it she said, “Dammit,” and then dug at it with her long blue painted finger nail for a moment before pulling a Heineken out of the fridge.

“It’s humiliating.  How am I supposed to feel, what am I supposed to think,” the Tudor said.  I told him that people are busy but he wouldn’t hear it.  He said, “No, they don’t care about me, they just want to use me.”   View full post…

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Slow It Down Sun

Slow It Down Sun

The sun is an elusive character.  He comes around when he feels like it and leaves the same way.  I chase him up the road and ask him to slow it down.  But he doesn’t listen, he just laughs and says, “Move faster.”

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Don’t Bury My Body In A Boneyard

Don’t Bury My Body In A Boneyard

Don’t bury my body in a boneyard.

I want my flesh to leave with a flame.

The markers are pretty but it seems so silly

to spend all that cash on a grave.

I don’t mean to be disrespectful.

It’s just a matter of the ground or the breeze.

Either way I’m living forever.

Because the blood, flesh and bone ain’t me.

 

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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If Everyone Left Earth Except Me

If Everyone Left Earth Except Me

“If everyone left earth to live on Mars or some space-station and I were left down here alone, I would still write.  I would write stories and songs even if there was no one to read them or to sing them.  For I would read them and I would sing them. I think it would help me feel less lonely and pissed off that all you bastards left me down here by myself.” ©Excerpt from “The Almost True Tales, Thoughts & Observations of a Life Long Black Sheep Rebel Girl”

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Summer Tans & Rebel Girls

Summer Tans & Rebel Girls

When I was 15 years old, I had the idea I would spend a Saturday laying in the sun.  I turned my radio on and set the dial to the Top 40. It was a plug-in radio, so I stuck it on the sill of my open bedroom window which faced our backyard.  Then I ran outside to check the volume. It wasn’t loud enough so I headed back in to turn it up a bit.  I ended up going back and forth a few times until I got the volume just right.  Then I went to find a beach towel.

We had green and blue lawn chairs that turned into lounge chairs.  You had to lay a towel on these kind of chairs because they were covered in thin plastic tubing that wrapped around the aluminum frame and it stuck to your skin and dug designs into your flesh.  So I laid a towel on mine and dragged it to a perfect “laying in the sun location.”   View full post…

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Hello, I see you

Hello, I see you

“A simple “hello” as you walk past someone on the street. A “smile” or a “wave.”  These are things we do for each other.  Things we do with strangers to let them know, “I see you.”  To let them know, “I am not dangerous.”  To let them know, “I am not such an asshole that I would walk by you and pretend that you do not exist.”  Such a small effort, so worth the breath it takes.  What a pity not to say it, what a waste of empty space not to fill it with a “wave” and a “grin” and a “hey.” Oh…..by the way, “Hello.”©Excerpt from The Almost True Tales, Thoughts & Observations of a Life Long Black Sheep Rebel Girl”  

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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Gas Stations & Lottery Tickets

Gas Stations & Lottery Tickets

“I see people buying lottery tickets while I’m waiting in line to buy gas. I wonder what it is about their life that makes them want to fantasize about getting away from it. Then I fantasize about what I would like to get away from if I won the lottery.” ©Excerpt from The Almost True Tales, Thoughts & Observations of a Life Long Black Sheep Rebel Girl”

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The Beatles, Soldiers, Love

The Beatles, Soldiers, Love

“Billions of voices used to travel through telephone wires everyday. All the “I’m on my way home now” and “Would you tell her I called,” still hang from the copper. When you get close, you can hear the echo of teenage girls making plans to see “The Beatles” and choked up soldiers calling to tell their mother’s “Happy Birthday.”  

Why, you can even hear newspaper men reporting stories. Stories about Muhammad Ali beating George Foreman. Vivid tales of Lindbergh, the Titanic, Watergate, Martin Luther King, the moon landing, Bonnie and Clyde, D-Day, Kurt Cobain, Billy Holiday, Henry Ford, Judy Garland, Babe Ruth, etc, etc, etc.  Many of the souls are gone but not the voices. View full post…

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Flippin’ Out Watching Star-Ships Passing By

Flippin’ Out Watching Star-Ships Passing By

I was like flippin’ out, flippin’ like pancakes, flippin’ like Flipper watching the eclipse. We saw the Total, lucky to be there though, cause in White House it was loco when the darkness hit.

Hundredths of a second later light cut through in shimmering razors, never have I seen that color on the earth or in the sky.  I didn’t know that the Corona was a super power supernova, jumping, slamming, slipping around the moon-but I saw it with my eyes. View full post…

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Four-Wheel Drive Cajun Voodoo Wanderings

Four-Wheel Drive Cajun Voodoo Wanderings

I dream in four-wheel drive Cajun voodoo wanderings. Often times the dream feels as real as real life.  I wake up thinking I’m pretty positive that my dream actually happened, like in some parallel universe because I still have all kinds of emotion and thoughts wrapped up in it.

So I get annoyed when I tell a person “who was there in the dream with me about the dream, and they act like they don’t know what I am talking about.  Like when I told a cashier at Kroger that I had a dream about her driving my car on a beach and then she sat under the coffee table at my mom’s house eating Lays potato chips.  I explained how because of her, we couldn’t hear the TV and missed the last five minutes of an episode of “Stranger Things” that Justin Bieber was featured in and to this day I still do not know what happened. View full post…

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Peter, Peppers and Publicists

Peter, Peppers and Publicists

“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.  How long did it take him, an hour?  And now for the next hundred years we have to answer the question, how many peppers did Peter Piper pick?  Has anyone noticed you can’t pick pickled peppers, that peppers are pickled after they are picked?  No, people don’t care, they believe whatever Peter says or does.  Who is this guy’s publicist?  I need him!” 

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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The New York City Elephant

The New York City Elephant

“One afternoon I saw a baby elephant swimming in the pond in Central Park. He didn’t appear to be with anyone so when he got out of the water I walked up to him and asked if he had a place to stay.  I didn’t open my mouth when I asked him, I “thought asked him” and he “thought answered me back” stating that he did not have a place to stay.  So, we walked together on the sidewalk down 8th Ave. to our apartment in Chelsea.  No one said a word, no one even asked a question or took a picture.  You know how New Yorker’s are, you can literally walk an elephant down the sidewalk and no one will be surprised. View full post…

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Outsider, Fringe Walker, Artist, Beatnik Freak

Outsider, Fringe Walker, Artist, Beatnik Freak

My name is Rachel Hutcheson, I am a writer, a songwriter, an actor, outsider, fringe walker, rebel, never went to prom, black sheep, moved to New York City at twenty-three and performed with a boat-load of talented friends: hit the road after six years to see the sky in Chicago and then to feel the Los Angeles sun for ten.

Now I’m writing left of center Peace & Love, Power to the People, You Don’t Own Me, You Broke My Heart, and I Won’t Back Down songs in Nashville, TN. I live with my walk the line husband who I met at a kegger in Kalamazoo, Mi. when I was nineteen. View full post…

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Is It The World Or Just Me Who Has Changed?

Is It The World Or Just Me Who Has Changed?

The idea that one day the world would change because of people standing in a circle, holding hands and singing “Kumbaya” used to sound cheesy, unrealistic and trite to me.  Now several times a week I find myself wishing we could all come together, hold hands and sing “Kumbaya.”  I wonder if it is the world or just me who has changed.  Is it the world or me who has changed

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Black Sheep Rebel Girl

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Always the Passenger

Always the Passenger

I’m a passenger on this planet. As far as I know it won’t change. I drive my car, I drive my life but all the time I’m riding shotgun on a rocket ball through space. It doesn’t stop, it doesn’t break, it hurls at 60,000 miles an hour going no place, but the same place, like a race you can trace. No one has stopped it, though many have tried. Bombs and war kill people but the ride never dies.

Doesn’t it make you wonder what’s the game, what’s the plan? Doesn’t it make you wonder who is God, what is man? We get caught up in, “You said this” and “I don’t believe in that.” and it sounds to me like the funniest conversation people have. When we are dead and buried they’ll put our bodies in the ground and the body remains a passenger on this planet spinning round. View full post…

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