April's Fool

 

I am a fool

for the rain

for grey, cloudy skies

and wind blowing

 

Give me a book and a chair

and a cup of something warm

a cat or a dog to sit with me

and I can’t think of a more pleasant way

to spend an afternoon.

 

Give me a rainy day.

give me a storm.

give me a book.

That’s all I ask.                                              

 

Sometimes Life is Like That

 

My hair flaps in the wind

like a fist-full of grey ribbons,

as I stand on the ridge top

pouring curses

into the sky.

 

No one hears me,

which is lucky,

I guess,

unless

 

hearing is a good thing.

Unless knowing is a good thing.

 

All the happy families

curdle in my mouth.

Their photos curl

and singe at my touch.

 

A picket fence of sins

stretches

before me,

and I kiss each one

goodbye,

though I love them so.

Then I shiver out of my straight jacket
and run towards the event horizon of my life
curious to see how it ends.

 

 

 

 

Vashta Nerada

 

There are always more shadows than light
yet, without the light
there would be no shadows

The moon is always here

removed, going about her business

but always a witness

to the things that happen in the night

 

She is not new

or slivered

or halved

that is only what we see

 

She is older than memory, older than superstition,

and full as the fire that consumes you

always

 

Follow the light, if you will,

but never forget

to count the shadows

The image is provided as a writing prompt by The Sunday Muse.  Check it out.

Running with Scissors

Well, not scissors.  X-acto knives to be accurate.  And we were not really running either, at least not most of the time.  My daughter and I were mostly seated with X-acto knives, but that isn't a very catchy title, is it?  Anyway, we took our X-acto knives and some painting cavasses stretched on wood frames and cut out trees, then painted them.  I did the black one and my daughter did the white.  And I thought they turned out tolerably well.

 

 

The Sunday Muse 156

 

Image Anthony Edwards in "Northfolk"

The voices in my head

all agree it's

time.

They whisper

then laugh at me

and my feeble attempts

to navigate through another day

another labyrinthian set of interactions

 

with my fellow humans.

Why is it so difficult?

How can I find the courage

yet again

to face each one,

when every

 

meeting,

every conversation,

is a pit with sharpened sticks

waiting for me to fall

and impale myself upon them?

 

Others don’t even notice

the red, neon signs

“DANGER”

that begin blinking above their heads

as soon as I walk up to them.

 

So once again,

I prepare to go out,

prepare to do battel with

everyone who is going about their business

so casually,

so comfortably.

 

For them it’s easy-peasy.

They have no idea

just how harrowing it is,

how exhausting it is,

every damn day.

Picture prompt from The Sunday Muse.

Wordless Wednesday - Happy St. Paddy's Day!

Guinness Bread, before baking and after.  Recipe can be found at Plantings + Pairings.

 

Wordless Wednesday - High-tech Pooch