To Warm Me

She is a monster waiting to swallow the world. Really. Look at her (maw at the ready, lips as sharp as blades) waiting to bloom into something bright and beautiful that promises to take your breath away. Fine, so she will keep you from breathing by being all stunning and stuff, but your brain will still starve for air… um, I might’ve taken this metaphor a bit too far *cough*.
Anyhoo, from this angle, doesn’t my amaryllis look like a glorious monster about to swallow something whole? At first, I wondered if she was working with Cthulhu, but… no tentacles. So, she’s probably a free (freaky) agent.

Yes, my Wicked Luvs, you are correct. This is how my plants and I survive winter (and those long…….. periods between recovering/healing and more medical procedures to come—we birth tales, giggle and cackle at wondrous (if silly) things. All right, I tell the tales. But my plants are great listeners.

to warm me and mine,
I (will) spring stories
out of snow in March

in my urban woods,
limbs stiff but spread wide, I wait
for the kiss of spring

Love Your Dark

I like real problems, the human condition—twisted, darker stuff. ~ Drea de Matteo

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I have never left you,
my heart, you stopped seeing me
when you forgot how to
love your dark.

I watched you watching me,
seeing your wild fire burning
in my eyes and thinking
all that want (and wicked) was mine

alone.

I still watch for you,
my heart, believe that

in my hands
your twisted is safe…
believe me—

I haven’t left,
you stopped seeing me

loving you.
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Today is National Handwriting Day, so…

…and a bit more.
The background is a page from Vampiros, an anthology illustrated by Meritxell Ribas Puigmal.

 

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.