by Rawclyde!


Yuma’s “good morning” skies


the desert goddess’s eyes

barely open now

and awaiting

her nausea to go away

while radiating more n’ more

solar rays

tainted pretty pink, tainted gothic purple

and finally flashing their blue baby blue

all over the place

and the desert goddess moans

“Is this Goonsville or

is this the ghost town called Love?”


(Copyright Clyde Collins 2011)


 A Ghost Town Called Love

poetry collection


by Rawclyde



GUN 2013 ~ the short novel



Gun 2013:


A free read from Rawclyde!


Doctor No & Me


I read the paperback book when I was in the 9th grade ~ after I saw the movie in the 8th grade…



I didn’t know who Sean Connery or Ursula Andress were, let alone James Bond, when I first viewed the film…



I was introduced to Ursula Andress when with about 8 friends at the Fox Theatre.  Doctor No & James Bond introduced us little 8th graders to her as Honey Rider.  And she was larger than life ~ there in 1964!



This scene reminds me of Submissivania Whapp and myself in GUN 2013 ~ a short novel I finished writing recently…


007 poster

Ursula Andress & Sean Connery never starred as Submissivania Whapp & yours truly in GUN 2013, but they might as well have…


GUN 2013


a secret-agent tale by Rawclyde!

(free read)


Who is Submissivania Whapp?




Submissivania Whapp is fiction.  As a literary character she’s barely alive ~ but alive never the less.  She’s the heroine in the short novel GUN 2013.  It’s a secret-agent story.

Ms. Whapp’s origins are many.  A pretty stranger that got on the bus.  A crazy friend of mine from the U.S. Army.  A charismatic writer of erotica.  And a quite attractive fashion designer.  Place these 4 real women, and any other woman who walks by, in a box & tie it with a bow, and you got Submissivania Whapp ~ thru mine eyes.  I love her ~ as well as the women on whom she is based ~ be the love shallow, superficial, or just plain simple.  I created her ~ with a little involuntary help from my sweetest of friends.

Of course, the claim is Submissivania Whapp has absolutely nothing to do with anybody real & is pure fiction.  This claim is author’s protective armor & that is all.  But in actuality she is based on a woman I knew & a few others I wish I knew but really don’t.

What happens to her now?  Well, I guess that’s up to me.  Submissivania Whapp is what makes being an author ~ fun.



The story:



A short novel…

the wooden eagle

GUN 2013

a secret-agent adventure

(concerned with common-sense gun law)




(Copyright Clyde Collins 2013)



free read


Introductions begin here:


The fiction narrative begins here:


Soon enough to be a website with some concluding arguments

Then maybe an e-book

Master of the world…

Jules Verne illustration


You just can’t fight civilization, it’s all over the planet now

so I best take a bath or I’ll get no smile with my chow

damn it, it’s a hell of a situation to be in, I swear

taking a bath in a cereal bowl, gotta grin n’ not despair


Little monkey up the park tree offer his shaky hand

to ‘de big dog barking below so fierce & grand

peacock with feathers spread out like a masterpiece fan

strut around like he most colorful puke in theese land


You just can’t fight civilization, it’s too damn big a beast

so I pour water into the bowl halfway to ‘de brim at least

soap up, rinse, pour dirty water into shit bucket behind ‘de door

repeat this action a few mo’ times without spilling water on ‘de floor


Once two curious crows with hello squawks fly over my head

cactus wren jump outta hole up in cactus onto branch wish I was dead

lets me know too, balls me out and angrily flies around

I just stand there with a mug of whiskey & coke & don’t make a sound


Here in the city with rubbing alcohol I cut the soap grease

give me-self one more rub-down, put on clean clothes that got a crease

lock up the truck, go eat, waitress is friendly as can be

I’m just an old rubber tramp but she treats me quite royally


No, you can’t fight civilization, who wants to anyway?

Just roll with the punch & go eat lunch, that’s what I say

birds, rocks, trees, individuals everywhere have a role to play

The Spirit That Moves In All Things made it that o’ way…


from an out-of-print book

A Love Song To The American Lizard

by Rawclyde!

(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)



an old Jules Verne concoction


Sor Maria de Jesus de Agreda comes to America…



Sor Maria de Jesus de Agreda (1602 – 1665), also known as Sister Mary Agreda, or the Lady in Blue, survived the Spanish Inquisition, advised the King of Spain, and left an even more inspiring legacy in her chronicle of the life of the mother of Jesus in The Mystical City of God, an eight volume set of tomes, in which she also described her own spiritual visions of Holy Mary…



Sor Maria de Jesus de Agreda also is known to have mystically appeared in the American Southwest ~ most notably in Texas, New Mexico, and Arizona. There, she is revered as the legendary Lady in Blue because of the miraculous nature of her preaching appearances to the Indians, that is, without arriving by boat like all the rest of the Spaniards.  The widespread effect of her missionary work is cited in numerous historical texts of the time, predating the famous Padre Eusebio Kino’s more conventional missionary work…



Yet, Sister Mary Agreda has yet to be canonized a saint, though there has been increasing groundswell to do so since the 400th anniversary of her birth in 2002…

~ info from Marilyn Fedewa



Note from Rawclyde!

Being a red-blooded American Catholic boy, I couldn’t help but run across the popular abridgement of The Mystical City of God by venerable Mary Agreda translated from the original Spanish by Fiscar Marison (Rev. George J. Blatter).  Alas, I read this fascinating fat tome from cover to cover.  Years later, stumbling into the desert town of Yuma and abiding there for a spell, after having read such a book and another beauty entitled Mysticism by Evelyn Underhill, being who I was, I couldn’t help writing, DEEP DESERT BLUES.  It took about 3 years for me to write this narrative rhyme, a long one in which I had a vision of the Mother of Jesus in the midst of a mystical adventure of my own.  It’s fiction of course.  You can read the vision part starting right here ~ DeepDesertBluesV.yolasite.com ~ and onward.  If you do read this, though, be careful ~ it rhymes ~ so you might start singing…