Anyhow, yesterday we gave the house a fantastic top-to-bottom cleaning and then took the dog out to the Delaware and Raritan Canal and rode bikes about ten miles round-trip and let Jetta run. We were tired, I think he couldve run another ten miles without too much problem: hes full of run!
Then afterwards we picked up our son, got him to bed, and sat and meant to talk, but fell asleep to the jazz and candlelight in our living-room.
Therere some things that are itching at my mind, but in the interest of not spraying emotion or too much wonderment about the povs of some of my sisters I chose to do creative pieces today to share with you. I Hope you enjoy them. 
 
 Rain In Lesbos
                      for Catherine
 
 Dark I lie in our shivering bed,
Listen, feel, your breath draw deep,
Strong, chilling the fine hair of my neck,
Rippling the skin of my shoulder.
 
Raindrops, steady, roll on our roof
Like the marching feet of ancestors
Bearing prophecies of high water
From the far shore of night.
 
You curve your lips, soft, full, lean
Through the dark to my neck
And kiss its trembling nape, your rasping tongue
Touching fragile blonde hairs rhythmically,
 
Licking like deer in dawn mist, brushing
Moisture from the fracturing rock of pores,
Calling deep wells of dew up
Through the ground of my flesh
 
To coalesce in beads and roll in rivulets
Down my spine, furrow my arms,
Raise rivers of life from my thighs
Quite melding, melting, my heart
 
With the ticking clock, the risen ghosts
Of mothers and grandmothers,
Dripping rain, your curving flesh,
Mine, these rivers of life flowing as one.
(c) 2006, Radha Smith
 
Erotic Passage: The Elements
The mornings soft and languid like daylight under magnolias, a Mississippi summer. Pastel light sifts through Venetian blinds. Wisps of cloud flee east on a light breeze. My room bathes, gently, in a green light reflected from the cover of magnolias growing outside my window. The fine gauze of curtains shunts light into new patterns as it drifts through tiny woofs and warps of fabric. I sigh.  
I stretch beneath cotton sheets, aware of their white, the green sheen theyve stolen from sunlight filtering through the magnolia leaves. My lean fingers journey along my breasts and stomach. I explore the firm softness of my hips and the slight curve as my hands continue their travel to the upper reaches of my thighs. They cross the light blonde hair sprinkled on my upper thigh.  
A sparrow sits on the outer windowsill and warbles. I open my eyes and feel the green light flush into the pores of my skin, into bone. I pull my hair from beneath my nape, running my hand across the short hair of my neck, shivering at the tingle. I pull my hair across my nose and breathe the smell of cigarettes and coconut: a faint coconut, the remainder of last night’s shower, cigarettes a reminder of the nightclub, of dancing, of sweat risen and evaporated on my dancing flesh.   
I draw a deep breath and recall the tall, slim man with a gentle lisp who had danced with me. I imagine his hips against my own, his chest crushing my breasts again and again as he pulled me close. I savor the scent of anise seeds he had eaten before he arrived at the club.  
I think, for an instant, of his cologne, the sleek firmness of his arms, and the effortless way they reeled me across the floor. I see behind closed lids the chiaroscuro of his dark skin against the bone-white of my arms. I feel the slight bristle of his shaved beard against my forehead and cheeks. I sink back again into the mattress, the quilt and crisp cotton sheets. My hand wends down across my left breast, fingers circling my nipple, lingering to lightly pinch. 
Breath catches for a heartbeat and resumes. Thoughts drift to midnight and scotch, smooth, tart and peaty, like raw silk trickling down my throat. His eyes, coals with fire at their cores, burning me, holding me, beckoning as he leant toward my raised neck. His full lips caressed the skin along my throat, a sudden scent of perfume rising in the heat of my longing, his deep, satiny whisper: Come to me.  
Once more blood streams through my neck, carrying the firm, clear drumbeat of my heart, my sudden gasp as his hand closed on my waist. I feel, again, my core melting, my breath mingling with his as, a kiss so deep that I felt I was drowning in his flesh, his scent, his breath.  
His hands slid over my shoulders as though they were oiled, down my back and spine to the deepest plunge of fabric hovering above my trembling hips. His eyes once more: Come with me. Rough hands sidle forward, around my waist, grasping my hand. So very warm the heat of his hand on the ice of my fingers.  
In the embrace of his forearm, in a trance, the club disappears. I walked in a spring meadow, meanderingly, wantonly, lost from the ticking of every clock. His arm about me, we walked into an eternity, a warm and gentle reverie of desire and breath.  
I look into coal-blaze eyes, scent again anise on his tongue, perfume on my neck. Eyes, half-closed, fluttering, scan the rooms outline: a bed, a few candles, cotton sheets, and a scent of anise. My body feels the crush of his and a difficulty of drawing breath. I sink again and again into eternity. 
The lions tongue, his tongue, rasps along the skin of my neck. His teeth gently brush, hold, my ear lobe. His breath stirs hot across my temple into my yearning ear. I feel his fingers clench my dress and work it across my hips, pushed against him like a moth discovering flames, becoming one with fire, molten, flowing.  
Fingers explore his firm shoulder, slowly wander through the silver and black hair of his muscled chest, meander down across the hard washboard-contours of his stomach, across his muscled groin and onto the twin sculpted thighs that strain to rise, a midnight sun.  
He grips my hair with both his hands, almost lifting me from the floor. His mouth closes on mine. O, his kisses, deep, cool, fill me like fresh well water fills a thirsty traveler on an August afternoon. Fill me until I became the deeps of water, fertile earth and rock from which water flows.  
His hands shape my breasts, form them as rock forms in the heat of flowing, consuming fire. His hands tiller the waves of my hips, raising them into frothy heaves until I raise myself, gasping Lazarus of passion: watery, earthy, the good seed bed of desire.   
Raising me as wind raises fallen autumn leaves, arranging me on my bed as though a wind arranging leaves, scattering, rearranging until the former pattern vanishes, again and again. His kisses cover me. His breath fills me. He becomes wind. He becomes fiery storm. Earth opens. Seas churn. Molten elements mingle, in sweat and flesh, breath and flames.  
A single body melts, flows, steaming, crackling, edges softening to a stream of liquid flesh, passion, longing, moaning, gasping. Cloud and sea become one, roiling and writhing in the pure embrace of sunlight and earth.  
This mornings soft like a southern breeze blowing in from the Gulf. Green light bathes the cotton sheets. An odor of anise and sweat drifts through my room, into my pores.

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In both her first two films - Thirteen (2003) and Thunderbirds (2004) - she appeared alongside Brady Corbet.
Parents: Greg Hudgens and Gina Guangco.
Ethnicities: Filipina, Chinese,and Spanish (from her mother); Irish and American Indian (from her father).
Her musical theater roles include leads in: Evita, Carousel, The Wizard of Oz, The King I, The Music Man, Cinderella, Damn Yankees, The Hunchback of Notre Dam, and The Little Mermaid, among others.
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Older sister of Stella Hudgens
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It takes a bumpy half hour on the number five bus to reach the white, frozen wastes of the far side of Sun Island. Inside the park are around 40-50 big cats, a mixture of cubs, immature adults, grown males and females. The tigers are larger than life, arrogant and striking. First of all, you're taken to an outdoor compound in a little bus, from where you can watch two or three huge males thrown half-cows, legs, haunches, heads (bought by the more ghoulish of the punters), the tigers pouncing and crunching. One massive male came right up to the bus window. You could see its breath on the glass. It straddled the bus, front paws near enough touching the roof, growled, then turned its back on us and proceeded to piss on the windows. The glass froze over yellow-green, the colour of a lime Popsicle, and as it froze we couldn't see anything more.

Next, you go into a yard full of walkways with wire walls, where numerous tigers of different ages are hanging about in pens. The little ones wrestle, the older ones lounge in the corners or pad back and forth restlessly, paws leaving huge indentations in the snow. The orange and black of the cats, and their huge yellow eyes, contrast abruptly with the snow's dirty white. The tigers are gorgeous, and I have never been so close up to an animal of their size and beauty before. Too close, for one shocking moment: I was foolishly trying to poke my camera through a gap in the wire when a large male looked straight at me. Suddenly, from a supine position at the opposite end of the enclosure, in a supple orange blur it had bounded across and had its front paws on the wire where my camera had been a moment earlier. My legs wobbled and I fell back. The tiger growled righteously then strutted slowly away.

Fast-forward to late afternoon, and the temperature's dropped as quick and viciously as a pouncing cat. The sun is setting red and orange against the tabletop-flat arctic tundra landscape, staining the land bloodily. There are no busses and no taxis, and we've no idea how to get home. The other visitors to the tiger park have already left, ignoring our beseeching looks. Not one of them in their fancy cars offered us a lift back. Mind you, there are six of us: Clive, Tam and I making up the male contingent, Anita, her mum, and Gina the female. We walk out of the car park to the road. A white track, slowly being hidden under the new snowfall, stretches without end in either direction. The sky goes suddenly black. The wind howls. Snow strafes our faces. From a crisp sunny day, we're suddenly stuck in a blizzard, and in the middle of nowhere.

Clive asked one of the park attendants what we should do. He suggested walking as far as the edge of the nearest town, and getting a bus back to the city from there. We stood around debating this until we realised we were going to freeze unless we took action. So, we trudged off down the slippery, narrow road, in the hope, rather than the expectation, of finding transport, any kind of transport. Our toes went numb. We lost all feeling in our faces. Our hopes sank lower with every step. There was nothing on the road, not a car, bus or bike. We were the only people out there. Thin bare trees on either side of the road gave a bleak perspective of the distance we had to walk. There were no houses, barns, or animals in the fields except, disconcertingly, a set of huge paw prints in the snow, heading in the same direction as us. Too big for a domestic pet, too tiger-shaped for a donkey; we began to worry.

We trudge through this Siberian wasteland for some time until a most unholy-looking saviour emerges suddenly from the white. A motorbike taxi: an ancient bike with a tiny garden shed attached to the back; a cross between a rickshaw and a mobility scooter; a ramshackle hut, with an ill-fashioned seat for two, on wheels. The driver's wearing thick boots, a long green Russian army-issue coat, a furry hat and has huge gloves attached to the throttle and brake of the decrepit bike. He pulls up and hails us through the blizzard. We begin to bargain with him then realise we'd pay him anything, hell, even offer him our three female companions for a night of fun and frolics, to save us from freezing to death out here. Then we realise the awful truth: there's six of us, and this is a two-seater

'Well, ladies first,' says Tam, ever the bloody gentleman.

'Get in mum,' Anita's pushing her mother towards the mobility scooter.

'What about me?' Gina wails from behind us.

'Get in too,' says Anita, 'we can fit in three people at a push.'

Three ordinary-sized people, maybe. We realised that Gina was never going to fit into that little wooden shed along with Anita and her mum. However, the women refused to leave without her. So the six of us are standing there arguing at the top of our voices in a blizzard: You go, no you go, but I don't want to go if she doesn't go, well we'll go then get a taxi and come back for you, well, we could do that too... The driver revs his engine, suggesting that somebody better bloody-well get in or he's off.

'Right, FUCK IT!' Tam shouts, 'if you lot aren't getting in then I am!'

He marches up to the mobility scooter, me right behind him, and gets in. I squeeze in alongside. We catch sight of the three women, standing forlornly in the snowstorm. There's a cry.

'Wait for me, guys! Don't leave me here!' and Clive jumps headfirst into the tiny shed.

As there's not enough room, Clive ends up lying across our laps, his feet, legs and arse dangling out of the door. The driver, in a fit of frozen pique, gets off the bike and starts slamming the door on Clive's arse. It won't shut. The driver then starts shoving Clive, cramming him in inch by inch like he's packing a suitcase. Tam and I groan and curse, slowly being crushed against the flimsy walls of the shed. Eventually, with a final kick to the buttocks, the driver gets Clive in, slams the door, and we take off into the night leaving three damsels in snowy sub-zero distress.

However, after thirty seconds of being thrown about in the back of the mobility scooter, we were beginning to wish we'd never gotten in it. Clive was crushing us and, as the scooter skidded and slipped along the icy roads, we began to fear for our lives. Although the driver certainly knew where the accelerator was, cranking the little bike up to full speed like a bobsleigh, he seemed to have lost the brake. The road was full of pot-holes and bumps, covered in snow and black ice, and bordered on either side by a six-foot deep drainage ditch, but with its disproportionate weight in the back relentlessly dragging the little machine off-course, all the driver could think of doing was going faster.

I began to understand the true meaning of karma. This kind of karma was of the instant variety. If you could bottle it, and print the instructions 'Just add water' on the label, you'd be a rich man in no time at all. I saw myself dead in the drainage ditch amidst a carnage of body parts, wood and metal, perfectly preserved until the spring thaw, then to be eaten by the escaped tiger. I offered a silent prayer to the golden Buddha that I would always, and I mean always, let ladies go first in the future, if only he'd deposit me back in Harbin in one piece.

I was more amazed than relieved to see the orange lights of the little town. The driver, still unsure of where the brake pedal was, brought our nightmare journey to a halt by killing the engine, aiming the scooter at an eight-foot high bank of snow, and sliding sideways into it. We fell out of the shed, threw some money at him, and ran for the bus, which had just conveniently pulled up ahead of us. On the bus we eventually began to thaw out. Feeling in fingers and toes returned with a vengeance, ears stung, and we began to be able to move our mouths. This brought about the first mention of the girls. In low tones, as if someone might overhear us, we discussed our feelings of regret, guilt, worry, and self-justification, finally blaming Tam.

When we got back to the college, we were surprised to see the girls sitting with their feet up in the lounge, cups of steaming hot tea in hand, having already told everyone what absolute bastards we were. Two minutes after our departure in the mobility scooter, they'd flagged down a bus and were taken straight back to the college.

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