Legacy of Imbalance

I’m a child of climate chaos, bred to breathe poison.

The babes of my generation wailed their way into the world missing pieces—eyes, intestines, trust… Those who came before us lusted after fossil fuel and didn’t love trees enough.

We paid for our forebears’ imbalance in disease and desolation.

Please, don’t take me for a techno-hater. I’m quite attached to my cyber-limbs. Without well-lubed metal, walking and typing and… claiming the coolest vintage oilcan collection west of The Floods would’ve been just a dream for me.

Still, I would’ve loved a leaf collection. The archives say they were lovely.

 

inspired by this image
photographed by Nick Allen
via

lingering post-chemo emotions
and this song

 

– for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. To see what other stories were poured out of these cans (see photo), follow this link.
– linked to Poets United.

 

Chemo Tastes Yummy with Chocolate Spiders, Groovy Frida, and Some Slightly Dark Planning

Fine, so this title might be drunk on fallacious wishful thinking (nothing makes chemotherapy infusions taste yummy) but… taking Groovy Frida with me will certainly make the experience better. The same would have probably been true of a luscious chunk of chocolate (that tried to escape my bite by pretending to be a spider), if I hadn’t already eaten it.

This camouflaged whining or acknowledgement of the fact that chemo meds taste like something has gone terribly wrong in your mouth is not meant to imply that nothing makes the chemo experience less disgusting. I’m just saying that I fight yuck with yum. Yep, I spend the whole time (my body is being poisoned back to health) sipping coffee… and snacking on frozen mango, baked corn chips, yogurt with roasted nuts on top… and yes, drinking enough water to house a very small galaxy of tiny sharks.

Also, I always go to long appointments with a project I enjoy completing. This week, I will write something for Friday Fictioneers (maybe add a bit to “Cages Can Kill”. There will also be editing, blackout supplies, and… of course, a delightful book or three to read (or to listen to, if my vision starts to get blurry). Then again, there is the chance that I will never get to any of these things, since my sweet Boy is coming with me… and not running our mouths is not one of our superpowers (thank goodness for that!).

the now gone spidery chocolate I spoke of, a mushroom sculpture, a batty-book pin, and a copy of Ghosts of Christmas Past, edited by Tim Martin.
(I can’t wait to share Neil Gaiman’s contribution with you! Soon…)
from Winter Moon Books

my Groovy Frida has been moving around the house, looking for a spot to call home. I think the Crow is whispering sweet nothings in her ear, saying, “Stay here forevermore”.  Yep, he really wants that shiny skull.
from Groovy Gothic

if you know The Insomniac, you will probably be as shocked as I was to find out that she completed her 2019 Slightly Darker Monthly Planner early. Nope, she is not possessed by the ghost of crafty past. I checked. She’s probably just trying to impress her gorgeous baby granddaughter.
from the Insomniac’s Attic (you can print your own copy here)

Yvonne, Emma, Lynne, thank you for the gifts (and for the company).
Thank you all for helping me battle the yuck with yum.
🖤🖤🖤

 

What about you, my Wicked Luvs,
how do you battle the yuck life throws your way?