Of My Autumnal Equinox’s Crush on Halloween

This year, the Autumnal Equinox is winking at Halloween. I suspected they were sweet on each other, but it wasn’t until Ms Misantropia decided to play matchmaker that I found out just how serious these two were.

How do they show their spooky fall(ish) love, you may be asking? Via secret patsies: I knew the identity of my recipient, but had no idea who would send me a gift. Are you wondering who showed me Halloween love on the week of the Autumnal Equinox? I hope you are… since I’m telling you anyway. I was delighted, by the talented, super thoughtful and imaginative, Nadine.

The first gift (and my favorite!) is a stunningly stitched crimson journal. I fell for it the moment I set eyeballs and hands on it. Its new home is my old dictionary.
Magaly's Halloween

Then these three witchy ladies flew in… I just love that their brooms match their hairs.
Magaly's Halloween 1

Remember that bit about Nadine being super talented? Well, she crafted almost everything I’m sharing with you today, including this painting. Isn’t it perfect?
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My Montauk daisy, under the autumnal sun, wasn’t the creation of Nadine… But I had to share it with you. See how happy the Equinox looks when courted by Halloween?
Autumnal Equinox 2015

This red, black and silvery beauties, on the other hand… Yep, more by Nadine.
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She also sent me an Autumn Magic scented candle, from Witch City Wicks. She’s shy—the candle—and asked me if she could keep her dress on. “Of course” *cough*.
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I had to share another photograph of my stunning journal enjoying its new home.
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Ms Misantropia, thanks so much for making this possible. My sweet Nadine, your gifts brought all kinds of grins to my witchy heart. I was having a rather trying week… But the thought you put into all this reminded me to focus on the gigantic wee bits that balance light and dark, and make life just right. Thank you! Thank you!! Thank you!!!

For you, my Luvs, I’m hoping the Equinox (Autumnal or Vernal) brings wonder, magic, love… and a cornucopia of wishes waiting to come true for you and yours. ♥

Be Human

Her sister entered the apartment with burglar’s stealth.

April got out of bed, walked to her bedroom door, and stopped when she heard a voice that wasn’t her sister’s. May Sullivan, there might be hope for you yet. It was almost midnight, and her sister had company.

Grinning, April pressed an ear to the door.

“…don’t know about that,” May whispered.

“She isn’t good for you,” responded an unfamiliar voice.

“Kiley, you’ve always been biased when it comes to my sister.”

“Not biased, sweetie. Everyone knows your sister. She won’t help you find the courage that will allow your husband back into your life. Sharing a space with her will hurt—”

April opened the bedroom door. “My sister and I shared a womb for nine months, Kiley sweetie, and we survived just fine.”

“I should leave.” Kiley stood up.

“You should.” April walked across the living room and opened the front door.

Kiley rushed out.

April slammed the door closed.

“That was uncalled for,” May said.

“Uncalled for?” April got in her sister’s face. “That woman wants you ‘to find the courage’ to forgive the bastard who put the horns on you for two fucking years. That’s uncalled for!”

“Please don’t yell.”

“Damnit,” April shouted. “When did your soul die? Why is your carcass feeding everyone’s expectations? Can you breathe through that much weakness? Are you human, May S—?”

“Fuck off, April.” May slapped her sister.

May hit her hard, but it was the words—not the smack—that still rang in April’s ears.

“I’m sorry,” May said. “You were hysterical.

April hugged May, saying over and over, “You hit me.”

“I did,” May said softly. “And earlier, I drove my soon to be ex-husband’s car out of the garage that used to be ours and into the pool that’s now his. Is that human enough?”

April hugged her sister tighter.

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Inspired by “Be Human”, winner of From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction, 1

wee notes:
1. to put the horns on someone means to be unfaithful.
2. I put Helen Mirren’s super inspirational advice in May Sullivan’s gentle mouth: “At 70 years old, if I could give my younger self one piece of advice, it would be to use the words ‘fuck off’ much more frequently.”

Nude, by SunshineShelle
Detail from “Nude”, by SunshineShelle

From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction, 1

Lately, I’ve been yearning for a flash fiction prompt that does for storytelling what Poets United and the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads do for poetry. If my medical situation wasn’t as shaky as it currently is, I would’ve probably tried to bring a few short story writers together and start something. Alas, that’s not the case; however, keeping in mind that words help those who write them, I’ve decided to self-prompt… with your help, if you don’t mind too much, my Wicked Luvs. 😉

Those of you who follow me on Instagram, Facebook and/or Twitter know that I’ve been birthing quite a bit of blackout poetry these last few weeks… about one Poem Bit a day. I’m enjoying the process. But often, I’m left with a deep desire to grab the spark of a blackout poem and expand its flame.

I’ve decided to collect each week’s blackout poetry, and publish it on Fridays. Why, you might wonder? Well, because I would like you to decide which of my Poem Bits should become a flash fiction tale (of 313 words or fewer).

Below, I’ve included the blackout poems I’ve created this week (in reverse chronological order); your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to leave a comment letting me know which of the Poem Bits you would like to see expanded. So: 1) Which poem you wish me to develop into a story? 2) *optional* Why?

On Sunday or  Monday, I will turn the Poem Bit with the most votes into a short tale.

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“A Sickness”
Lying is a sickness,
death
to the spirit.
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

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“Eyes Full”
I see you,
eyes full of wonder
power and words—

magic.
– blacked out from Music and the Classroom Teacher

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“Be Human”
Wreak havoc.
Fall in love.
Attack certainty.
Be human:
change!

Challenge all assumptions.
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

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“Wrong” (One-Line Poetry)
A child taught to disparage will be mean… and wrong.
– blacked out from Music and the Classroom Teacher

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A Sickness, by Magaly Guerrero