Weirdest

Old Mother cooled
at moonrise.

I licked her paws
and her snout, but
her bark didn’t rumble,
she didn’t bare teeth.

I howled in her ear
and whined like a kit,
but she never warmed.

.
Vixen arrived
with the ice.

I let her sniff and lie—
the home was big.
But when Vixen neared
Old Mother, I barked
from a low crouch and
got ready to pounce.

“Weird,” she said,
backing away from us,
“every skulk has its Weird.”

.
Old Mother’s kin crept in
with the warm rains.

“Weird,” Vixen barked,
“there’s man by the water.
With loud firestick
and help of fur traitor.
We’ve to run!”

“Home,” I said to Vixen,
glancing at the dead leaves
covering Old Mother’s bones.
“Home, I defend. We fight?”

“For cold bones and dirt?”
Vixen shook her head
and ran off.

.
After barks and growls
pounded into the home,
I pressed one eye
to a big gap in the door.
A black and white dog
lay unmoving
in Old Mother’s
oaks and weeds;
Vixen—bloodied
from muzzled to belly—
whined and trembled
under man’s firestick.

I didn’t think,
just rushed through the gap
and leapt for man’s throat.

While in midair,
fire exploded in
one of my hind paws,
right before I sank teeth
into man’s flesh.

.
Now, bleeding from a leg stump,
all mangled flesh and broken bone,
I chewed on killer-weeds
and invited Gaia’s last dark.

.
Light and warmth
awakened my eyes,
shock and mirth
made my body rise,
for a leg of Old Mother’s oak
had been added to my might—

Old Gaia blessed her
weirdest.

.
linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Tuesday Platform

Inspired by “Weirdest”, the winner of Expanding Wee Bits of Dark Fiction and Poetry, 5; the original poem was inspired by a drawing in Jeremy A. Bastian’s Discordia (yes, my Luvs, inspiration seems to be running wild around this parts *cough, cough, cough*).

Fox Drawing (detail), by Jeremy A. Bastian
– detail from a fox drawing in Jeremy A. Bastian’s Discordia (see full image HERE)

The Approach of the Witches’ New Year…

With only three days until The Witches’ New Year—All Hallows’ Eve, Halloween, El dia de los muertos, Samhain—I’ve been working on my lists.

List-making relaxes me; not only because it conjures a good old sense of organization, control and accomplishment (when I get to cross something out), but also because the act of transferring thought from mind through hand to paper is a marvelous psychological release (at least for me).

I was surprised to find that not as many items from 2015 are being carried over into 2016, only three important ones… and one of those might be fulfilled before the end of the calendar year *fingers crossed*.

So what’s going to fill my witchy life with excitement, you might be asking? Um… you weren’t really asking that? Oh well, I’m telling you anyway… I’m bad to the bone, remember? The biggest items have to do with my health and my writing. But I have to wait a few more months before working on a likely list. Still, I foresee the publication of a poem collection, a compilation of my published work (did anyone say print edition?), and a bit of agent hunting…

Worry not, my Wicked Luvs; not all of my schedule will be listed in this delicious planner, which I got from my even more delicious Piano Man…
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For instance, I will be adding wee tales and poems to Discordia: a Collection of Drawings, by Jeremy A. Bastian. I love Bastian’s dark and intricate ink-work, so when I met him at New York Comic Con, I was very pleased when he said that he would not be offended—“but honored”—if I scribbled my dark fiction and poetry all over his book. Yes, I will share the results with you. 😉
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I was gifted two lovely lined journals and a bunch of red and black markers. The package included no name, but the note said, “I hope you never stop sharing blackout poetry and poem bits. I read them every morning. Some have made it to my refrigerator door. If you sell them I will buy them. Until you do sell them here is a toking of my appreciation and thanks.” As you might imagine, my Luvs, I’m over the Moon and way beyond Pluto with delight. Thank you!
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What else? Oh yes, I will do a mock NaNoWriMo bit. It will be mostly editing… I might share my weekly progress… not sure yet. And, of course, I will certainly host Poems for the Cruelest Month, in April… but only 13 days/entries; I just don’t think I can (or want) to manage 30 days).

No, don’t leave yet! There is more. I was the recipient of Winter Moon’s All Hallow’s Read yumminess. I was more than excited (and misty-eyed) when I touched my copy of My Brother’s Ghost. And because Yvonne is such a darling, she surprised me with the cutest of red journals, one of her flower filled glass vial pendants, and a few other goodies that scream Magaly. I’m seriously thinking about mailing the frog skeleton postcard to myself *cough*. Thank you!!
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Then, my Piano Man came home with a box from Judy. Meet Bones the Purple, a cutie that brought all sorts of grins to my face. Look at those ears, skull, mouth, ribs… Thank you!!!
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On the chronic pain (in my ass) side… Yesterday, I went for my first long walk in about a week. It wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences, since my previous (very short) exercise hiatus left my flesh and bones in a rage. But I soothed myself by ending my walk with a visit to the thrift shop.

I found a stunning, tiny copper dish to use as an offering plate for my little brother. I also got a color-changing, moonstone-like wee bowl, for liquid offerings (but forgot to take a picture).
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I unburied The Crow: Shattered Lives & Broken Dreams, a collection of poems and short fictions, which I had no idea existed… but is perfect for the season.
The Approach of the Witches’ New Year… 7I almost offered The Crow as an All Hallows’ Eve giveaway… but my reader’s greed refuses to allow it *sigh*. Can you blame me, though? Look at some of the artwork and description:
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So… my Wicked Luvs, what adventures have you been listing lately?