White Privilege and Joe Scarborough

"Good "ol’ boy Joe" pretends to be sophisticated by using GQ photos of  him in designer clothes prominently displayed between segments.  In most of these photo usually has has the the brains behind his show, the dazzling Mika, at his side.   But when the hood comes off he his angers comes out like a red bolt of lightening and Joe reveals his true colors.   His rants about the Michael Brown case show just how little he understands about White Privilege and how the demonstrations are about much more than Michael Brown.

One night a white kid I know was stopped by the police.  The kid was questioned about where he was going, where he had been and what had he been up to by a very polite policeman.  The offense my nephew had committed to cause this kind of grilling was a one of his license plate lights had burned out. He was given a ticket.  To my nephew’s credit, even at 17, he knew that this was  one BWD stop because he had his best friend a black kid in the car.   

Had the policeman stopped Joe or his son, a warning would have been issued. But because one of the kids was black these two honor students and leaders in their school had to be punished so a ticket was issued.  

It shouldn’t be happening. If you are a black male in a car driving through affluent Kansas and Missouri communities you can bet you will be stopped and you better have a good excuse for being in that neighborhood or you could find yourself in jail something good ol’ Joe will never experience.  

So calm down Joe let’s see you and Donny become part of the solution instead of being the problem.  Start a real dialog on your show about race and maybe you might actually become a show that is worth watching.


Pound Slam Kansas City

Last night I attended the POUND SLAM, Kansas City’s poetry competition for our national team.   After months of competitions 15 Kansas City poets were left standing and it was time to whittle down the team to 5.  Hard hitting, emotionally high pitched, and frequently humorous poet after poet presented us with a thought provoking look at our city and what separates us from the state line to Troost, dividing Kansas Ctiy into multiple worlds, this group of young poets are more proof of the amazing talent you can find here in our own home town. On more than one occasion I was moved to tears other times I found myself laughing and yet at other times anger pressed against my chest screaming to get out.  

When the words had settled and the results were in Jeanette Powers, Ezhno Martín, Dylan Kingsley, Keith L. Bohannon & Angela Roulette were chosen as the official team members.   A lot of hours of paperwork, rehearsals, heart and soul went into making of this amazing event.   I am so grateful that Slammaster Jen Harris invited me and that I had the good sense to take along friends to enjoy this amazing evening.

If you are a lover of words check out what is going on around the city and attend a Slam.   You may even find that you want to stand at the mic and let it rip.

Slammaster Jen Harris wowed the crowd with her poem and performance.


I have never worked in clay before this month.   I am finding that it is a most rewarding experience, digging into this tactile art.  While my first vessels (I am calling them my Troll Series) are nothing short of amateurish and childlike, the experience is exhilarating.   Next week i am going to adventure into giving my self a whirl at the wheel.   I hope this cheers your day, makes you laugh and just remember in the month of October this year the magic words are:


                                                 GO ROYALS

                                                   I Believe

Finding My Muse

Spent the last two two days finding and painting my Muse. It was a great workshop lead by Amy Lenharth. The first item of business was to relax and take a guided tour along a path in search of your Muse.  When I finally got to mine she looked exactly like the witch in the original animated Disney Snow White.   I wasn’t sure if i should laugh or cry.   For the next two days, each person present, painted their Muse.   The results were quite amazing.   My Muse is shown above. 

9-11-2001 Remembered


I painted this 3 days after 9-11.  The image that would not leave my head the absolute fear that color would never return to our lives. Thousands have been killed because of this event, no that should read hundreds of thousands have died.  They were American, Iraqis, Iranians, Syrians, Germans, Italians, English, Polish, Australian, Spanish and the list goes on and on.  And today all this time later we are still killing and being killed.  I wonder if this madness will end in my lifetime, in my nephew’s lifetime? How many generations of people must die.   If only I had a magic wand and could bring peace instead of war to the Mid-East.  

Andy Warhol The Oracle of Our Time?

I have been reading the most famous quotes of Andy Warhol and he may have been the oracle of our time.  He saw the future and was able to articulate what it would be and his observations about art show his true genius.

“An artist is somebody who produces things that people don’t need to have.”

“Since people are going to be living longer and getting older, they’ll just have to learn how to be babies longer.”

                                                                               Andy Warhol

Art is...


To talk about paintings is not only difficult but perhaps pointless too. You can only express in words what words are capable of expressing— what language can communicate. Painting has nothing to do with that.

                                              Gerhard Richter

Art is the highest form of hope.

                                              Gerhard Richter

I drew the above portrait of Richter while watching the film Gerhard Richter Painting.    It is one of the few movies that allows you to see an artist process and in this case it is unique and a wonder to watch.I would highly recommend this film to all of my artist friends as well as those who are curious about how a painting evolves.


The Lucky One

I always knew

you would erase me first

but I never thought

it would be this way

out of your control

     you were always the star

     the rest of us bit players

     in your private movie

     doing your bidding

where will your mind take you

when it is only you

inside your head?

will I be a shadow

or nothing at all

something that never was?

Are you the lucky one

Having forgotten

what once was

     dessert hikes

     cliff climbing

     skiing meadows

Bruce and Bob long dead

am I the only one

holding memories

     summers by the pool

     candle lit gourmet dinners

     fresh squeezed orange juice

     the bedside breakfast tray?

perhaps you are

the lucky one

                        Elaine Mills



                                                    Perfect Heart © Elaine Mills


                                 Broken Heart Elaine Mills © Elaine Mills                     


                                                  Healing Heart © Elaine Mills

For JP upon receiving – Elaine’s Tape


Track after track

To steal a phrase

Watercolor memories

Of a million

Or maybe

Just forty years ago

Not fair

Not fair of you

To dare

Stir the bottom

Of my heart

Buried emotions

Flailing to the surface

Not fair

Low blow

Wouldn’t act

Couldn’t act

Afraid or incapable?

Reserved or guarded

Or just terrified

Of it being too much

A pot boiling over

A heart bursting

Souls merging

Not fair

Not fair of you

To dare

Stir the bottom

Of my heart

Still listening

Track after track

To steal a phrase

Watercolor memories

Of a million

Or maybe

Just forty years ago

                              Elaine Mills


Moon Rise for JP 

Coyote and Me

Coyote and Me

Rising above indigo mountains

November’s dessert moon

Casts shadows, lights paths

Through red rock canyons

Bathing me in purity

Coyote sitting on a high rock

Releases throaty moans

Howling into the void

     I howl back

     He howls again

Coyote and me,




                                       Elaine Mills

                                      November sometime in the late 70’s The Valley of                                       Fire in Southern Nevada

Men Never Make Passes...


Today is the birthday of the wonderfully malicious, humorous, brilliant writer Dorothy Parker.  It is quite possible that those under 60 may not know who she was, but in her day she was quoted by virtually everyone….even my mother

               Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.

Parker was a member of the famous round table at the Algonquin Hotel in NYC, a poet, a reviewer and writer for the New Yorker, a Hollywood screen writer and she even managed to make it onto the wretched Blacklist during the McCarthy reign of terror.  

These are a few of my favorite Parker one liners:

Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone.

If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.

I’ve never been a millionaire but I just know I’d be darling at it.

Take care of the luxuries and the necessities will take care of themselves.

And perhaps the most tacky review ever received by the beloved Katherine Hepburn. 

She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.

Happy Birthday Ms. Parker wherever you are.

Elaine Mills


made my peace with God

that sunday morning

while the golden sea

showed it’s’ calm smooth temperament

i watched your nude

aristocratic hips

in the early morning shadows

my heart swelled with joy

the beauty of it all

absolution had been granted

sinners don’t have such mornings

                                Elaine Mills     

                                Fall, 1972 


In the cemetery in Albiano

Against a marble wall

     The name and photograph

     of grandfather Toni

     Is placed in letters of bronze

     His bones rest on a hill

     Overlooking a small town in Colorado

     He would like his bones

     To be here

                        Elaine Mills

Written in Albiano, Trentino-Alto Adige, Italy

On one of my trips