Another Update

Dear Readers

I am still working on re-editing my blog to transcend it into book form.  I am also moving from my artist loft in St. Paul to another artist loft in NE Minneapolis.  I am juggling several projects, producing burlesque shows, moving to a new artist loft, and editing my book, Mia Loves Henry Miller.

In between packing boxes, I have opened another online art store, where you can purchase my art work on high quality prints or upon stretched canvas.  If you like my work, please support me as an artist. I would be extremely grateful.

If you have a specific request, please ask and I will do what I can to make that print available.  Thank you, Mia Malone-Jennings


Mialoveshenrymiller – Letter 49 – B is also for Burlesque, Belly Dancing, Bend It like Beckham, The Benson Hotel, and Two Bad Girls


Letter 49 – B is also for Burlesque, Belly Dancing, Bend It like Beckham, The Benson Hotel, and Two Bad Girls

I’m writing this letter on 7/20/2012 at 12:01 p.m.

Art work by Mia Malone – Jennings (

Dear Henry,

“The One thing we can never get enough of is love.  And the one thing we never give enough of is love.” –Henry Miller, Insomnia, Or The Devil at Large

I am typing this letter to you, sitting upon my soft, brush suede brown, living room sofa, alone, at my artist loft.  I have just returned from physical therapy.  There is a small, beautiful, blue knitted blanket, which use to belong to Mr. B’s mother, casually folded and placed next to me, just in case my feet get cold. It’s placed where Mr. B use to sit as we engaged in conversation, cuddled, or ate dinner together. Because it belonged to Mr. B’s mother, it reminds me of my past lover.  I still miss him, but, have acquiesced myself to Mr. B’s decision to cease our relationship.  My sofa is very cozy and plush, despite its flaws of having an artist for an owner. There are several speckles of vivid paint, in a wide range of sizes and a mixture of two colors, bluish – green and light purple. The accidental splash of paint stains significantly lowers the décor of my cosmopolitan, upscale, artist loft, which is in the Twin Cities.  Large drops of hard and heavy rain sound like native, rhythmic drums as they harmonically collide and melodiously pound upon the large pane of glass, which is my tall and wide, glass patio door, which leads outdoors, to a very large balcony area.

“In Hermann Hesse’s famous book Siddhartha, he has his hero say – “I can think, I can wait, and I can do without.” To me these qualities make a man invincible.  Especially, “to wait and to do without.” America knows neither the one nor the other.  Perhaps that is why at the early age of 200 years she shows signs of falling apart.” –Henry Miller, Sextet

The day feels calm and sleepy to me.  I love that I am on the sixth floor, which is the top level of the complex I sometimes reside in, except when there is a leak in the ceiling.  I rent one of the penthouse suites and it is beautiful. Generally, on sunny, lively afternoons, my view is full of the activity of human life in the city, several stories below me.  I can hear the sweaty, dirty, construction crew, creating the unique sounds of a metropolitan symphony, with their high powered machinery and their loud, clanging tools. Every single sound falls universally into place, playing a citified din to my ears.  It speaks a unique language which somehow calms and comforts me.  It gives me the same kind of solace which I feel when I am in NYC, only on a much smaller level.  I also think that it is also highly stimulating and awe inspiring, observing a variety of hard working men and women, busy, building the  light rail on University Avenue. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 35 – Mr. Camera Man, Art, Music and Erotica

mia loves henry miller

Letter 35 – Mr. Camera Man, Art, Music, and Erotica

2/1/12 – 10:31 p.m.

Dear Henry Miller,

It’s been a long day.  I’m one day away from showtime.  I’m still dealing with show drama stuff. Someday I will laugh at these obnoxious moments.  Today, they don’t seem as funny.  I wanted to write you a letter earlier today, but, I haven’t had the chance until now.  I’m surprised that I even have the energy to open up a new word document and begin typing.  I’m yawning in between words.

I remember one evening in early summer – the year I met Mr. C.  He had me in a tightly precarious position, bound, naked and submissive. We were playing; spankings, toys, hot, sensual, dripping, candle wax and the sensation of fear instilled by verbal communication.  It made my blood chill me right to the bone.  My eyes got HUGE when I heard Mr. C whisper hotly near my ear, “I’m going to get a camera and take photos of you like this.  And there is nothing you can do.”

Part of me knew he wouldn’t really do it, yet, I didn’t really know.  Our relationship was so new.  He could have gotten his vintage Nikon camera and clicked away and I could not have done anything about it. It was frightening.  But, I thought that it made our hours of play time more thrilling.  It added depth to our scene like tiny details in a painting.

I actually really don’t like having my photo taken. I apologize for taking  away from the fantasy that I like to fuck the camera lens.  But, it takes an army to motivate me to do a photo shoot.  Mr. C and one of my dearest friends who is not a lover, Mr. D, are pretty much the only people I feel most comfortable with in front of the camera, and it took me a long time. I get so nervous to work with other photographers. I can’t help it. Mr. C and I would get into fights whenever it came time to do a new photo shoot for or my erotic web site. I’m pretty pathetic. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 21 – Geishas, Burlesque Shows, Kindles for Christmas, and Another Erogenous Evening with Mr. B

mia loves henry miller

Letter 21  Geishas, Burlesque Shows, Kindles for Christmas, and Another Erogenous Evening with Mr. B

“This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.” —Arthur GoldenMemoirs of a Geisha

“A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course of victory” Arthur GoldenMemoirs of a Geisha

12/27/2011 9:06 a.m.

I started this letter days ago – before I quickly wrote and posted Letter 20 – writing a little bit here and there in between my busy schedule

Dear Henry Miller,

I’ve been at the loft the past few days, rehearsing my Geisha number for the big New Year’s Eve show coming up this Saturday.  It’s a very complex, intricate number.  The rehearsals have been long and tiring, but hopefully worth the effort.   This is one of my signature numbers, and one of my favorite burlesque numbers to perform.  I’ve been doing it for over five years, each time, revising and improving upon it.  I have invested over $1,000.00 in costuming over the years – that doesn’t include all the fans and parasols, which need to be replaced frequently, due to hours of use during rehearsals.  I’m grateful for my visits to NYC’s Chinatown, where I can purchase them cheaper in a variety of colors. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 15 – Summer Heat, Northern Lights, and Sex by Duluth’s Fresh Water Sea

mia loves henry miller

Letter 15  Summer Heat, Northern Lights, and Sex by Duluth’s Fresh Water Sea

12/18/2011 – 11:01 a.m.

“Whatever I do is done out of sheer joy; I drop my fruits like a ripe tree. What the general reader or the critic makes of them is not my concern.” –Henry Miller


Dear Henry Miller,

Mr. C has to work today.  He had to work all day yesterday as well.  Mr. B is also busy with work – writing the outline for his new book, and spending some quality time with his wife.  I have the day to myself to write and clean the house (writing-Yay! Cleaning bleh!)  I’m having my large family come for Christmas Eve Dinner.   I still have much to do.   I have no clue as to where I will place them all inside my tiny, 1940’s style home.   I was teasing Mr. C, this morning, that I was going to walk to the nearby dollar store and buy some garland to drape on the fireplace.  He practically puked.  I chuckled at his response, which was predictable.  Mr. C is a Scrooge as well.  We are a match made in Heaven. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 1 – Mr. B, Mr. C & MJ’s Party, Part 1

mia loves henry miller – Letter 1 – Mr. B, Mr. C & MJ’s Party, Part 1

mia loves henry miller Letter 1 – Mr. B, Mr. C & MJ’s Party, Part 1

(A majority of my blog is based on true events – however, there is much fiction intertwined in these stories)

My writing in blog form is raw…please forgive me, my readers.  I’ve been up day and night editing the first fifty letters, which will be published in my first book.  I wanted to re-post my letters one last time prior to removing them offline.  These letters will be passed onto another editor and then will be uploaded as books on Amazon.  My goal is to complete this task by my b-day, January 27.   I hope that you will enjoy these letters, despite their imperfections.  Sincerely, Mia Malone-Jennings

I’m writing this letter on 12-04-2011 at 10:05 a.m.

(The reason that I document the date and time that I’m writing these letters to you is so that I can

Demonstrate to my readers that dreams can be achieved, even with a busy schedule, if one works on a project in small increments of time. Many of us dream of writing a novel, or a play, or maybe even a movie script, and then quickly convince ourselves that we do not have the time to do so.  Anything is possible, and there is always time to write, if one takes whatever time in our day to do so, even if one can’t write much more than a few sentences every few hours or even days.  Eventually, one will finish, if one keeps moving forward with progress.  If one procrastinates, never using their time wisely, one’s dreams will pass them by, with nothing to account for in the end.)

Dear Henry,

“Chaos is the score which reality is written.” – Henry Miller

There is the happiness which comes from creative effort. The joy of dreaming, creating, building, whether in painting a picture, writing an epic, singing a song, composing a symphony, devising new invention, creating a vast industry. – Henry Miller

I just arrived to my artist loft.  The fireplace is now warm with flickering flames.  It feels warm and wonderful on a cold and snowy day!  Why do I live in Minnesota?  I’m such a masochist.  However, I love being at the loft, because this is where I keep my huge collection of Henry Miller books.  I feel closer to you when I’m here versus my other home in the suburbs, because I have your written words, books, so close and available to me. I also have my favorite bedroom, nightstand drawer full of lotions and fun toys next to my very comfy queen size bed.  It’s nice to have my privacy when I’m here and to relieve some stress!

I’m still very tired from the weekend.  On Friday we had a great Dr. Farrago Burlesque Theater show at Ground Zero Nightclub in NE Minneapolis.  A majority of the performances were awesome, sexy, high energy and so full of talent.  The house was very full with an extremely grateful audience.  I love the high from producing a great show!

“Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith.  Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes.  But if one believes, then miracles occur.” –Henry Miller

This amazing troupe of performers is my family.  I love them all!  I am so grateful for their time, dedication and talent.  We have all put our blood, sweat, tears and joy into this show. I hate to give it up, which I have been considering, due to the show’s high financial expenses.  I’m working super hard trying to find sponsors, fundraising possibilities.  I trust my instincts that I will find the perfect solution to my dilemma – I am going to choose to believe and expect miracles to occur.

“For some reason or the other man looks for the miracle, and to accomplish it he will wade through blood.  He will debauch himself with ideas, he will reduce himself to a shadow if for only one second of his life he can close his eyes to the hideousness of reality.  Everything is endured—disgrace, humiliation, poverty, war, crime, ennui – in the belief that overnight something will occur, a miracle, which will render life tolerable.” – Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

My husband, Mr. C and I went to an awesome party hosted by my beautiful, famous and talented friend, MJ, and we didn’t get home until after 6 a.m. Sunday morning.  MJ has been a good friend to Mr. C and I for over ten years. We all got so naughty!  It was so much fun. I have never been to one of MJ’s parties where sexual stimulation was the highlight of the night.

MJ used a new kinky toy on me.  It was amazing.  I don’t have much time to write more about my experience.  I have an art deadline to meet.

“Imagination is the voice of daring.  If there is anything Godlike about God it is that.  He dared to imagine everything.” – Henry Miller, Sexus

12-4-2012 – 12:30 p.m.

I just finished lunch – a bowl of spicy, Asian noodles.  I’m getting ready to paint – I’m an artist, like you were Henry.  I use mostly acrylic on canvas when I’m painting on canvas.  I love to use Sharpie pens and Prisma Color Markers on Bristol Paper.

Mr. B, my lover, is coming over tonight!  I’m looking forward to an exciting night.  I will write more when I can.

Much Love,