My ongoing sharing of the random bits of poetry that I occasionally write. (I'm even sharing the bad stuff.)
The doors here have eyes
ears and lips
to share our secrets if the price is right.
if you slip your intentions through the sliding carrier—
I will smuggle them home.
Pressed between my pillows, they will bring me dreams of you.
But when morning comes, I'll wonder, do you dream of me too?
Do you lie at night,
awake and staring
through the observation window,
wondering what is on the other side?
Are the years still passing by?
If your shade were to escape,
as you long to do some nights
would it tempt me with your visage?
Or would I miss your heat....
and allow it only to sing me to sleep?
Friday, October 14, 2016
I was stringing up laundry in the backyard when I saw him standing at the edge of the woods, naked as you please, the only thing giving him some shred of decency being the thigh length rat’s nest of hair hanging over his shoulders.
Nan used to warn me about naked woodsmen, telling me “run if you see ‘em girl cause they’ll do you a goodly bit of mischief and no Christian woman needs that on her conscience.” But really, I’d always thought she was a little senile if not totally full of shit and besides, I wasn’t a Christian woman, so I went on hanging the laundry and keeping one eye on him.
Wild-animal timid, he’d creep close and pull back, watching me, until I ran out of laundry. I sat down on the stoop to see what he’d do and that’s when he struck, lunging into my $70 Northern Nights sheets and snapping my clothes line; I screamed and threw an empty planter at him. When he leapt out of the tangled clothes line and shot for the woods, he had my husband’s Day-Glo Incredible Hulk boxer shorts in his hand.
Monday, October 10, 2016
at 7:30 AM
Music from the 1930s-1950s often has a haunting quality about it. It may speak to something about the era. The world on the brink of war, then in the midst of war and then locked in a cold war. Death and destruction lurking in the shadows, occasionally making itself known.
Here are a select few of those haunting songs.They'd be great for a Halloween party.
"Miss Otis Regrets" - Ethel Waters
"Nightmare" - Artie Shaw
"It's All over But the Crying" - The Inkspots
Friday, October 7, 2016
Monday, October 3, 2016
It's that time of year again. The weather's growing cooler, the day's shorter, the leaves are changing, and the world is taking on a slightly different hue: red and gold cast in black shadows.
Do you ever find yourself looking over your shoulder a little more at this time of year? Doing a double take to make sure you saw (or didn't see) what you think you saw?
I do. Shadows are slick and wily in October. They might be hiding something.
To celebrate this haunted month, I'm digging through my favorite media (everything from movies to video games to fanfiction) for some songs that are appropriate for all those lengthening shadows, falling leaves, and those moments where you just can't help but follow that figure that's appeared in your peripheral vision. Even though it's probably just the cat. Probably.
Here are a few for this Monday.
"The Star Spangled Soldier" / The Star Spangled Banner - Chase Holfelder
"House of the Rising Sun" - Lauren O'Connell
"Oh Death" - Jen Titus
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Last night I dreamed that Death came by and offered me her hand.
"Slow going, tonight," she said, "how about I show you around?"
And off we set in her custom black Mercedes, parting the night around us. With one hand on the gear, and the other on the wheel, she drove with a carefreeness born of centuries.
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Describe your favorite place in 33 words.
Leave a link to your response in the comments before midnight on Sunday. I'll share it on Twitter. (Or, if you don't have a blog, leave your response in the comments.) Visit anyone else who has participated. Have fun!