Monthly Archives: October 2019

Amazing Photos of the CA Fires

 

These San Francisco Chronicle shots are some of the most amazing photos and videos that I’ve ever seen. They really bring us eye-to-eye with the tragedies of the California catastrophic fires.

https://projects.sfchronicle.com/2019/visuals/kincade-fire/?fbclid=IwAR1DMKusbDPV1hj8Dk3fEp6fNmDCALNSeDk3Cz6EjOUiHw2yYIsuReAoEk0

 

Interlopers

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“I don’t know that there are real ghosts and goblins, but there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids.”     —Robert Brault

Interlopers

They watch the clock, waiting for dark,
impatient for their All-souls lark.
Small ghosts and goblins screech and moan,
their ghastly act to finely hone.
“Eye of newt and toe of frog,”
Mother prompts, as off they jog—
little witches in Walmart capes
with itchy tags upon their napes.

Meanwhile, other ghastly things
soar in on brooms, flap in on wings.
They’ve found that yearly secret door
under the earth, under the floor,
and creaked it open. Joining the flood
who lust for treats, they lust for blood.
Who among us might ace the task
of sorting countenance from mask?

That little vampire, newly gone—
was his blood real or painted on?
“Double double toil and trouble,
cauldron boil and cauldron bubble.”
Were those lines recently rehearsed
or are these witches instead well-versed
in brewing up a recipe
of wing of gnat and eye of bee?

Which ghoulies real and which ones playing?
Which ones begging? Which ones preying?
What other night of any year
do we open doors, devoid of fear
for such strange beings? Who thinks of this—
Hershey’s kisses or vampire’s kiss?
A silly poem. When small ghosts boo, they
offer no real threat. Or do they?

 

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Prompts for today are the secret door, adage, screech, treat and clock. Since one of the prompt words was “adage,” rather than use the actual word in the poem, I used a quote (an adage of sorts) by Robert Brault as inspiration for this poem.

She Brings Us Together

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She Brings Us Together

She can’t solve this problem. She is falling to the cold.
Her strength in all this dying— a wonder to behold.
She must relinquish life, but she will not abandon humor.
In these few remaining weeks, she’ll be a joyful roomer
in this hospice where she’s finally been brought to reside 
by that shadowed companion who shuffles at her side.

Her children group around her. Old loves come to her aid.
As her ending’s written, her last decisions made,
her wit and love of living stay with her even now,
as though she is a beacon, directing us in how
to do this thing with dignity, joyful to the end.
Once more, we’re being guided by our loving friend.

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Prompts today are falling, solve, relinquish and cold.