Pumpkin Chili, Laughter, Masks and Skull Mayhem

The last few days have been a delicious blur. I did some Halloween decorating, dreamed about my little brother at least thrice… such wonderful dreams that burst with laughter and familiar mayhem. I danced, cooked and shared great food with family and friends. My urban witchy garden fully embraced the season. The pain squatting in my flesh and bones wasn’t a bastard at all. I ate meat and I didn’t get sick (I used one of the three to five diet cheating days I allow myself every year); there is some discomfort, but no intense tummy pain. And the night of All Hallows’ Eve was quite perfect. Here is the visual tale:
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (1)

Pumpkin and Black-Eyed Peas Chili (Um… who forgot to write down the recipe? *sigh*).
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (2)

Carrot and Pineapple Cake (the Little Princess requested a healthy but yummy treat).
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (3)
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All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (8)I’ve no idea who drove that huge knife into the Carrot and Pineapple Cake’s skull *cough*.
All Hallows' Eve 2015, Magaly (9)

A Spirited Soul

If I were 9-years-old, and living in the Dominican Republic, and my grandmother’s cackles were still bettering the world of the breathing… Then today, my face would be painted gray with ashes and my eyes encircled black with coal, until I resembled a calavera (or skull). We would dress my grandmother’s cross in brightly colored crêpe paper; we would cook sweet beans; and we would tell forever-living tales of our dead. The celebration would be nameless, but every heart and soul—young and old—would know what today was called.

But I’m 38-years-young and living in New York City. So my family and I will spend the day cooking… Then tonight, we’ll carve pumpkins, share a yummy meal, and tell tales of our dead. My cyber-home always partakes in the partying, so I’ve crafted a Halloween(y) haibun for you:

“A Spirited Soul”

I visit the place nearly never. It’s too dark… too many bones… too much death for a spirited soul; except on the day before All Hallows… when with pumpkin chili, rice, rum, Bachata music and belly laughs, my blood celebrates my life.

bare branches rustle
food and song in the graveyard—
to honor the dead.

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Inspired by “The Dead”, winner of From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 4; and linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Flash 55.

If you celebrate this witchy holiday, then Happiest Halloween, All Hallows’ Eve, Dia de los muertos, Samhain… and if October 31st holds little or no meaning for you, then Happiest Day.

A Spirited Soul