WTF?

She said, “Think back over the past week. What have you observed that was odd, unusual, or just plain weird? Tell me about it…” I shrieked my response into a poem.

My cracked bones and I
danced on hot nails
for years, screaming

“WTF!”

falling and rolling
in self-defense,
just to feel sharp
steel stab spine
and pierce gut.

For years, I’ve screamed
of my wrinkled psyche
and arthritic will—

you’ve heard nothing.

But when 40 springs kiss
silvery wisdom into my hair,
you say, “I’m here for you.”

“WTF?”

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(not so) wee notes…
– I’m stating that this poem is autobiographical (see what I did there? *cackles*). As anyone who has interacted with me for more than a month or three already knows, I’ve been seriously ill for quite some time. Because of this, I’m used to friends and family asking after my health, telling me that they will keep me in their thoughts, saying that they will light a candle for me, reminding me that they are willing to listen if I want to talk… So, when certain person said to me, “April is almost here. This will probably hit you hard. I’m here for you if you need to talk”, I assumed she was talking about my collection of chronic illnesses—the weather can be murder on some maladies. But nope, the twit was offering solace because she thought I would have a hard time dealing with the fact that I’m turning 40-years-sexy next month. I laughed hard enough to scare her. And yes, I actually said, “What the f*ck is wrong with you, woman?” Some people’s children, I tell you.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ WTF?


“Glamour Puss”, by Shelle Kennedy
(I just love the expressions on their faces)

A Pristine Disappointment

Her “beauty[…] was the radiance of an opium-dream[…] Yet her features were not of that regular mould which we have been falsely taught to worship in the classical labors of the heathen.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe

Dear Master,

Although starting a letter with a quotation is unorthodox, I feel the words of your idol best describe the home I’ve secured for us. The house itself is a pristine disappointment. However, the lack of corruption mutilating our new walls will mean nothing after you glance upon the mad angel who lurks next door. I’ve included a sketch.

Your eternal servant,
Igor

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the wee notes…
– A house behind twisted trees (see below) made me think of my beloved Poe, and of his love for the gnarled and uncanny. I went digging for a piece out of Odessa Begay’s Edgar Allan Poe coloring book, which I colored in a rather imaginative way *cough*.
– Linked to Friday Fictioneers. Visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog, to join the fun. Then follow this LINK, to read what others have dragged from behind the fence.
– Linked to Prompt Nights ~ Fly (0ver) Friday.

inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s “Ligeia”
colored to mad life by moi

photo by J Hardy Carroll

Spring Equinox in New York

Spring comes to New York City in thigh-high snow boots, pockets full of pomegranate seeds and the sprouting hopes of Winter’s dead. Some shoot frigid thoughts her way, but Crocuses and Dogwoods stretch their roots under icy soil, and bloom. The wild Witch dances barefoot in snow, heating this mad world from the inside out. Frozen tears melt into dirt, and Spring shrouds Winter with songs of buzzing bees and butterfly kisses… to come.

frosty March
chilling flesh and bone,
but souls spring

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the wee notes…
– Remnants from our last snowstorm are dirty piles on the ground. So, I’m not celebrating this Spring Equinox in my traditional witchy way—walking in the woods as the sun rises, searching for spring sprouting through dead leaves, listening to birds sing of mating and fighting and of whose plumage is most impressive. On this first day of spring, I shall be Aries wild, and celebrate her coming by playing with my books, thinking of seeds, singing offkey, dancing… right after my limbs stop feeling stiff enough to snap (say that 13 times fast).
– Pomegranate Seeds ~ in Greek Mythology, spring doesn’t start until Persephone returns from the Underworld. Soon after her return, it is discovered that her stay won’t be permanent—she ate pomegranate seeds while she was there.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform.

Wishing you a delicious Spring Equinox, my Wicked Luvs.