Archive for May, 2013

As Madonna’s daughter Lourdes tries to curb her Mom’s partying, Erica Ferencik offers perspective  from Erica’s own witty wise new ebook HOT, NAKED AND AWAKE.

EricaFerencik photo 3.19.08ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Award-winning novelist, screenwriter and essayist Erica Ferencik is the author of the bestselling comic novel, Cracks in the Foundation.  Alex Beam of the Boston Globe says, “It’s hard to think of real estate without crying…Well, try laughing, instead. In Cracks in the Foundation, Erica Ferencik convinces us that comic reality is more hysterical than we ever imagined.” Her work has been featured in Salon, the Boston Globe and on National Public Radio. Her novel Repeaters, a thriller about reincarnation, was published to rave reviews and was optioned for a feature film. It received a starred Kirkus Review and was named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best of 2012.  Hot, Naked and Awake is her first collection of comic essays.
Madonna and Me and the AARP by Erica Ferencik


Everywhere, disco balls are being taken down, dismantled, sold at flea markets, their glittering little mirrors no longer reflecting: us. It is too triste. I am strangely nostalgic for bad relationships, flouncing about with huge hair on the dance floor, leg warmers and just a touch of cocaine. Can disco really be over? Now it’s kitch, retro, golden oldie material. In rest homes we’ll kick up our legs in our wheelchairs to Donna Summer, to Depeche Mode, to “Like a Virgin.”

madonna-looking-like-old-version-of-betty-davis I lay in bed thinking about Madonna, who also turned fifty when I did, and wondered if her re-re-re-invention wings were getting tired at all. I wondered if she’d started to study the obits like I do, to draw breath at the comparative youth of so many who die. I wondered if she inspected her body each morning for strange growths, if she vogued in the shower.

Will she ever get that gap in her smile filled? Does she really like yoga, or is she full of shit? Do her hormones race and surge, then suddenly retreat and hide like mine? Does she have skin tags that she puts tiny little fishnet stockings on? Does bad lighting make her sad? mnknownWhat will she do when she turns sixty? Will she still try to be sizzling?

I heard she sleeps in a full-body moisturizer-lined body suit.  What does she do when her work day is over, after a long day of the bump and the grind? I imagined a secret stash of blueberries and rhubarb she made jam out of when no one was looking. A closetful of Clarks and Naturalizers that she gazed at longingly as she soaked her feet in a hot bath.

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Ferencik, Erica (2013-04-25). Hot, Naked and Awake (Kindle Locations 161-163).


Waking Dream Press. Kindle Edition.

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As LIBERACE comes back to life via MICHAEL DOUGLAS and HBO, we reprint this stellar poem by poet, fiction writer and artist Linda K. Sienkiewicz, from her poetry chapbook SECURITY (March Street Press, 2010).  Thanks Linda– and Liberace…


by Linda K. Sienkiewicz

Glowing from my grandmother’s television

into her steel-town flat, filling her dining room

with a rhinestone sweetness sweeter than

her iced cookies and cardamom bread,

gorgeous in sequined hot pants and so proud

that his designer said he had the legs of an athlete,

red lips swerving in song as he camped Beethoven

on his candelabra-topped piano,Limages-1

sixteen feet of llama fur trailing down a staircase

in obscene opulence, upstaging the televangelists

behind their Oz curtain of costumed holiness.

Liberace had enough to hide behind his curtain,

but he didn’t lobby for anything more than

attention, the good son of Polish-Italian immigrants,

a working class diva, so sacred in his beholders’ eyes

they scoffed at The Enquirer’s slander as he

“cried all the way to the bank” when he sued them.wimages

How could you not revere Wladziu?

My grandmother did, she believed in his virtue,

and when he opened his arms to her,

she clapped her arthritic hands in a prayer-

like swoon, her blue eyes wet

as he flowed across her screen.


(From SECURITY, Linda’s chapbook of poems published by March Street Press; 2010)

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