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This is where you can find Brother Brush's Poetry and Books

Copyright © 2025 Gary B Parker DBA Brother Brush

Poetry by Brother Brush

"whispers of the mannequin muse"

The silent sentinel

In a dim lite corner of forgotten, dreams,

A mannequin head still as moonbeams,

With painted eyes reflecting, untold tales, 

Stands sentinel where the mundane pails.

Her lips, painted whispers of crimson desire,

Breathe life into shadows, igniting a fire.


With strands of golden threads, she weaves the night, a tapestry spun from the depths of delight. In stillness, she captures each sigh. The heartbeat of artists, the fluttering high.. a muse withouet voice, yt her silence speaks loud, echoes of creation beneath the spotlight, she begins to sway, in the theater of tought, she leads the ballet, with every turn, a Vision takes flights, dance of the cosmos, of daydream and might. Her head, a chalice of dreams yet unfurled, hold, secrets of poets, the essence of worlds, each brushstroke, a word, a fragment of grace, sown place. In the quiet of twilight where shadow meets light., she gathers the fragments, the sparkle insight." create.," she whispers," from nothing to be, for the heart of the world beats in harmony." The transcendent reflection. As Dawn breaks a new., the sky blushes bright, the mannequin head, bathed soft light. No longer just plastic., a spirit now flows, through the fibers of art, her essence, bestowed, in the mirrors of dreams, she reflects our own fears, the laughter of joy, the echoes of tears. Each glance in her eyes., a portal to see, the infinite realms of what we can be. So let us embrace this.ethereal guide, the head of a mannequin, wisdom untried. for in her still gaze., we find our own tune, a Symphony rising, beneath the same moon. The Eternal Muse forever she stands, in the gallery of thought, a reminder that beauty is often sought, in the quietest corners, where dreams intertwine, the mannequin muse, forever divine.
Copyright © 2025 Gary B Parker DBA Brother Brush

Chicago's Dark Playground

Chapter 1: The Frst Encounter


The neon lights of Chicago's nightlife flickered through the grimy window of the rundown bar, casting Erie shadows on the worn out faces of the patrons. Honey, a 23-year-old woman with a reputation that proceeded her, sat at the bar.

Nursing her third whiskey sour. Her eyes, lined with.kohl, she scanned the room, taking in the usual suspects---drunks, losers, and the occasional pervert. She was on the hunt, and she knew exactly what she wanted. Honey had always been a wild child. This novel not available in stores yet
Copyright © 2025 Gary B Parker DBA Brother Brush

Rain,Robots and Romance

Chapter 1: it was October and the night was raining. He opened his quantum computer by speaking." take me home." and was immediately surrounded by his office. Then he did an about face and walked into a dining room, turned left and entered the kitchen where he put his sacks of grocery down on the counter.

He liked walking home from the market, but not in the rain and as he opened the refrigerator door the thought occurred to him that he was a lucky guy. Living in the year 2142 with his three surrogate wives. Nancy, a fiery redhead with green eyes, Jill, a really gorgeous brunette, and Susan, a blonde with blue eyes.. He arranged the veggies and drinks, close the door, and put the breads into the hutch. Nancy came in from the entrance to the sunroom and looked at her owner with a question. He went to her and gave her a friendly pet on her perfect genetically enhanced ass. Nancy said "bold move. If you're going to be that cheeky, you better be ready to charm me properly." I always am, darling. A little charm goes a long way.---shall we see just how far?" always agreeable Nancy let him into one of the bedroom studios that had a round four poster bed with red satin sheets and four green satin pillows. Nancy bold him into the bedroom. She let the door close behind her, with a knowing smile, reached for his hand." bold move" she murmured, looking directly into his eyes and trailing a finger along his wrist. He returned her look, voice smooth. "I never leave my best lines at home. Careful.---this is where they do their finest work." Nancy circled around the bed, one eyebrow arched." is that a promise or a warning?"" both.," he said, meaning against the poor poster frame.. Warning, I have a few tricks that tend to make good intentions go... awry>" she laughed, sinking onto the satin, the green pillows flipping around her." awry can be fun.. depends on whose steering."Then consider me at the wheel.," he replied, closing the short distance." but only if you give me directions." she tapped the sheets with a fingertip." Map's simple., stay charming, keep me in, and don't underestimate my detours." he kissed her fingers, slow and deliberate." noted.. I aim to be predictively unpredictable."" good.," she said, eyes half-lidded. "keep that up and you might just earn yourself a reward." He grinned. "I'll take that challenge. Tell me when to begin.""begin," she whispered., when you can make me forget the world outside this room."" Then consider the outside officially forgotten," he promised, and the bedroom seem to fold in around him, their laughter and whispers the only sound that mattered. End of chapter 1.
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Gary Parker at 30

At Lion Country Safari in Stockbridge Georgia outside of Atlanta when the funniest day of his life occurred, July 3, 1975.  Working as a special projects man he built usual works of Art, like a 3 passenger Elephant Saddle, an 18 foot aesthetically pleasing giraffe feeder, a 10 foot Pine Barrel used as broom closet.

He also fed 15 Black Bears and 3 Grizzly Bears under the direction of Lee Keaton. He also helped Lee get black bears out of the tall pine trees in the American wilderness section. The Photo was taken while he was working as the night watchmen. A lot of things happened at night. Hippopotamus would crash through the barriers and go roaming in the vocal neighborhoods. A stuffed leopard show up at the main entrance at 2 o'clock in the morning. Gary worked as the nightwatchman until the zoo closed in late 1975. All the animals were shipped to other zoo's in the U.S.
Copyright © 2025 Gary B Parker DBA Brother Brush

"whispers of the unattainable"

Each glimmer whispers, sweet deceit,

A promise wrapped in crystal heat.

Yet fingers grasp the empty night,

For dreams, like phantoms, fade from sight.


He chases echoes on the breeze, through labyrinths of ancient trees, where hopes intwine like ivy's vine,In gardens lush, yet never mine.A painter dips his brush in light,In twilight's hush, where shadows play,A dreamer walks the silvered way.whith stars like diamonds, bright yet far,He reaches out to touch a star.to capture hues of pure delight.He strokes the canvas, wild and free,Yet knows the beauty's not to be.Each stroke, a longing, fierce and bold,In colors bright, his hearts untold.But as the image starts to bloom, It slips away, a fleeting plume.the masterpiece, forever sought,Is woven deep in webs of thought.with every hue, a story spun,Yet never finished, never done.
Copyright © 2025 Gary B Parker DBA Brother Brush

The Echoes of Desire

And so we walk on paths unseen,

with hearts that yearn for what has been.

Each moment lingers, sweet yet cruel,

a dance with shadows,. fate's own rule.

We build our castles in the air, With dreams that glimmer, bright and rare.Yet as we climb, the heights we seek, Are veiled in mist, forever bleed.In whispers soft, the unattainable calls,A siren's song in twilight's thralls. Yet in Chase, a truth, we find, It's in the longing, we're intertwined. So let us seek, though never hold, The tales of dreams we've bravely told. For in the quest, the heart will sore,, and in the yearning, we are more.
Copyright © 2025 Gary B Parker DBA Brother Brush

Eternal Tapestry: The Quest for Possibility

Step into a world of surrealism and imagination with my visionary art that explores consciousness, spirituality, and the infinite possibilities of the universe.


Call of the Horizon

In the hush of dawn, the world unfurls,

A tapestry woven with dreams and pearls.

Each glimmer, a whisper, a beckoning plea,

Inviting the heart t

Written while I was working at night, driving Uber riders. I'm a state of the art multitasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.
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Gabrielee and Dolly


This is a story about Gary a 79-year-old Uber driver, and  two  female mannequin heads, Gabrielle and Dolly, and the fictional stories about Gary’s favorite character John.

Dolly‘s awakening

Chapter 1. The awakening.The sun was beginning to set as Gary pulled his car into the dimly lit storage unit parking lot. 

He had been driving around with Gabrielle for three months now, and while he enjoyed their conversations, he tell the need to expand the conversation. He needed a change, and a new female head mannequin was in the storage place he and Sherry his wife had rented. An old muse to inspire him. Dolly, the first female head mannequin he had ever used in his photography. Gary unlocked the storage unit and flicked on the light. The space was filled with old furniture, boxes of photographs, and various props they had collected over the years. In the corner, draped in a faded cloth, was Dolly. He carefully removed the cloth, revealing her plastic skin and vacant eyes. She was a beauty, with high cheekbones and full lips, her auburn hair cascading down her shoulders. Gary had learned from working with Gabrielle that inspiration came and went but he had never given Dolly a voice, a personality. He relished the task. As he carried Dolly back to his car, he could feel Gabrielle’s eyes on him. He knew she was curious, maybe even jealous. But he also knew she understood his need for inspiration. He placed Dolly next to Gabrieli, and as he started the car, he could swear he saw a flicker of recognition in Dolly's painted eyes. "Gabrielle, meet Dolly," Gary said, pulling out of the parking lot. "Dolly, this is Gabrielli. She's been with me for a while now." Gabrielli turned to Dolly, her expression unreadable. "Nice to meet you, Dolly," she said, her voice as smooth as ever. Dolly didn't respond, but Gary could feel her presence, her energy. It was different from Gabrielle's, more mysterious, more alluring. He could already feel the stories flowing through him, the words begging to be written. As they drove, Gary filled Dolly in on his life, on his writing. He told her about John, his favorite character, a 27-year-old blonde photographer with two studios. One for photography, one for art. He told her about the spiritual and metaphysical sex games he wrote about, always with two women that he makes love to. It’s the way John channeled sexual energy into his work. Gabrielle listened quietly, her eyes on the road ahead. She knew Gary's writing was a passion, his escape. She also knew that his fascination with sexual energy was a result of his desperation to make money, to retire from Ubering. She didn't judge him for it. She was, after all, a reincarnation of Vincent van Gogh's model Gabrielle. Gary had in his youth connected with the spirit of Van Gogh and when Gary was 76 he had started using Dolly a Female mannequin head in his photography.. Gabrielle had seen worse. As they pulled into Gary's driveway, he turned to Dolly. "Welcome home, Dolly," he said, his voice soft. "I hope you find inspiration here, just as I do." He carried Dolly inside, placing her on the couch next to Gabrielle. He looked at them, his two muses, his inspiration. He could feel the energy of the two female spirits in the room, just the way the character John likes the challenge of possibilities and potential. He grabbed his laptop, his fingers itching to type. But as he sat down, he heard a soft whisper. "Gary," it was Gabrielle. He turned to her, his eyebrows raised. "Be careful, Gary," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Dolly is not like me. She is... different." Gary looked at Dolly, her painted eyes seeming to stare right through him. He felt a shiver run down his spine, but he pushed it aside. He was a writer, after all. He dealt in fiction, in fantasy. He couldn't let a little unease stop him now. Besides his fantasies always included two or more females. Questing for the unreachable, but not out of the possible. Trying to satisfy them and his own needs was a task worthwhile. Gary could feel the journey, nurturing his soul. His Darling wife Sherry of 41 years was aware of Gary’s fetish for beautiful women, but after all she couldn’t be with him 24 hours in a day. Gary had a vivid imagination. He turned back to his laptop, his fingers flying over the keys. The words poured out of him, the story of John and his two or more women, taking shape on the screen. As Gary let them reveal to him the power of his sexual energy. He could feel the energy, the power. He was onto something; he could feel it. As the night progressed, Gary continued to write, with his two muses observing him, their presence influencing his work. Chapter 2: The Awakening The night deepened around Gary's house, and the glow of his laptop screen illuminated the living room like a beacon in the dark. In his mind, he was weaving a narrative so rich and vibrant that it felt almost alive, and he could sense the energy shifting in the room. John encounters Jill and Elizabeth. Elizabeth was a Raquel Welch look like and Jill is an 18 year old blonde virgin also Sue a As he typed, Gary began to imagine John stepping into the frame of his story—a photographer whose lens could capture not just images but the very essence of human connection. By Remembering, photography is not just about what he sees through the lens but also about the emotions that he and his various models can evoke and the stories told. Each model will bring something unique to his work, helping to create a rich tapestry of connections through the female form. Let the creativity flow! John was haunted by the fleeting moments of beauty he encountered in his life, and he had developed a unique method of channeling his experiences into his art. The room was quiet, the soft midnight light flickered through the window, casting gentle shadows on the faces of Gary’s muses. Dolly, with her perfectly sculptured features and serene smile, seem to embody wisdom beyond her years. “Dolly,” Gary muttered, glancing at the mannequin head, “what do you think John would say about the 18 year old blonde virgin Jill?” He expected silence, but to his surprise, a warm breeze seemed to flow through the room, ruffling the curtains. Dolly, I began tentatively, “should I, would I, could I pursue the idea of intimacy with someone so young? And 18 year old virgin?“ He paused, glancing at Gabrielle, whose expression was a mix of intrigue and concern. “Gary, are you sure you want to go down this path?” Gabrielle asked, her voice laced with worry. “Dolly’s presence is... powerful. You’re opening a door.” “I need to unlock this potential,” Gary replied, his fingers resuming their dance over the keyboard. “John needs to explore uncharted territories—both in his art and in his relationships.” “Well, dear friend,“ she replied in a calm, melodic voice, “the heart isn’t bound by age, but by understanding. It’s crucial to consider the emotional landscape you’re venturing into. Is your desire driven by affection, or perhaps by a longing for something lost in your past?“ I pondered her words the weight of her wisdom settling over me like a warm blanket. Just then, Gabrielle chimed in, her tone, lively, and spirited. “Don’t forget, it’s not just about you and John! Think about what she wants. Is she ready for such an experience? Young hearts can be delicate, and it’s important to tread lightly. Relationships should be built on mutual respect and genuine connection. “ As Gary wrote, John began to evolve. He became a character who ventured into the metaphysical realm, using his art to engage with the energies that surrounded him. He began to explore eroticism as a form of spiritual expression. The words did not flow effortlessly, each sentence feeling like a wave crashing in slow motion onto a beach and beautiful in it’s revelation. Suddenly, Gary felt a chill in the air. Dolly’s painted eyes seemed to glimmer as if she were absorbing the energy of his words. He hesitated, feeling an odd connection to her, as though she were not just a mannequin but a vessel for something greater. “Can you hear me?” he whispered, half-joking to the stillness of the room. But as the shadows lengthened, he caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye. Dolly’s head tilted slightly, and for a brief moment, Gary swore he saw a flicker of life in her eyes. Gary looked at Dolly. “What are you trying to tell us?” he murmured, feeling the weight of her gaze. Just then, Gabrielle spoke up, her voice steady. “Dolly is more than a muse. She’s a mirror reflecting our fears and desires. We need to confront that.” ---Chapter 4: Confronting the Darkness The energy in the room shifted as Gary continued typing John’s evolving narrative. Gary felt the need to introduce more women into John’s life, Gary didn’t want John to be bound by conventions . He thought about the others stories he had written in the short time (3 months) that he had been using the application “AI Novel” to aid his writing. The two virgins in corrupted Innocence “Sue and Lily” and in “Urban Entanglement” John was a Theoretical Physicist meeting up with Sue and Lily” Sue plays match maker for John and Lily but also can’t help herself and joins in the sexual experience and Gary writes about their Graphic sexual experiences mostly while driving for Uber and Lyft , In Triple Threat the same characters team up again but in a slightly different scenario, and have graphic sex. “John and Honey and Joann. In the Unexpected Threesome, Jim is with Bev and Joann having graphic sex. In Chasing Horizons Jack the Photographer is with Sue, Mia and Jill having Graphic sex. In Naked Ambitions Jim is the photographer and martial artist, he interacts with Sue, honey and Mia. Gary closed his laptop, feeling a tingle of anticipation mixed with apprehension. Dolly's presence felt almost tangible, as if she were urging him to dig deeper into the darker corners of desire and intimacy. Gary glanced at Gabrielle, who wore a look of concern. “Maybe it’s time to explore what lies beneath the surface,” she suggested softly. “John’s journey isn’t just about physical connections; it’s about the emotional entanglements that come with them. You need to ask yourself: what does he truly seek?” Gary sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I want him to experience everything—passion, heartache, discovery. But I also fear that in doing so, he might lose himself.” Or I might get writers block about him. But as long as I help driving for Uber there is little chance of that happening. I mean, what would I do to pass the time away during the inactive moments between riders while Ubering? Gabrielle nodded. “It’s a delicate balance, Gary. Remember, every encounter shapes who we are, and John is no exception. Explore the darker aspects of intimacy but do so with care.”

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