After the Election
Once the storm’s been pacified, I’ve made a lucid choice.
Never again will I listen to that orange fool’s voice!!!!
After the Election
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DOD Altar
This is my very understated Day of the Dead altar for Bob and my folks:
Edible Augury
Edible Augury
It was a type of augury, our playing with our food,
though Daddy said to stop it and Mom said it was rude.
Surprises in spaghetti, discovered loop by loop—
the future written out in words within our alphabet soup.
Mashed potatoes were our crystal balls. They told us what we’d be
stirring them around our plates to see what we could see.
We flattened peas with tines of forks and piled them in towers
and when they fell, we saw if they foretold our future powers.
When Grandma saw us doing it, she’d rap us on the fingers
with a colossal soup spoon. The memory still lingers.
And yet I still play with my food—a type of edible rune.
I like it more these days since I’ve outlived the ominous spoon!
Image by Rakhmt Suwndi on Unsplash. Used with permision. Word prompts today are spoon, ominous, augury and surprising.
Light and Dark
Our Children Follow in Our Footsteps
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Our children follow in our footsteps
Light and Dark
Darkness is a costume that light dons every night,
drawing ghoulish shadows around her blinding light.
Outlandish to surrender to midnight’s inky stain,
then return as Aurora—shedding her light again.
Why do we seek our opposites? What could the purpose be?
The mountains meet the valleys. Desert gives way to sea.
Every single element and every creature, too—
Christian and agnostic, Arab, Hindu, Jew,
lives with all these contrasts jostling within.
Goodness gives way to evil. Piety battles sin.
Frolicking or feuding, our inner natures jell—
drawing us toward Heaven and/or jerking us toward Hell.
Day by day how can we know how we’ll go down in history?
This alchemy of opposites still remains Nature’s mystery.
Word Prompts today are shadows, outlandish, ghoulish, frolic, light and costume.
Zinnias: FOTD, Oct 31, 2020
Friday Fibs: Oct 30, 2020
1. What is a poltergeist?
A perching zeitgeist.
2. What supposedly happens if you look in the mirror and say, “Bloody Mary” three times?
It turns out that whatever you are trying to blame on Mary is still your own fault!!
3. What’s so unlucky about the number 13?
In a baker’s dozen, the extra bonus muffin is always one that has fallen on the floor.
4. Why do banshees scream?
For ice cream.
5. What happens to a vampire in daylight?
They get hot-blooded.
6. A Nightmare on Elm Street wasn’t about a monster who could kill people in their dreams. What was it about?
The night Elmer Timshot’s horse got loose.
7. Who did Norman Bates dress up as in the movie, Psycho?
It is said that each day after filming, he dressed up as Anthony Perkins and went home.
Young Frankenstein.
8. The Amityville Horror wasn’t about a haunted house. What was it about?
The horror of living among the Stepford Wives. Too much cheerfulness and perfection can be just too much.
9. What are the three witches doing at the beginning of MacBeth?
Toiling, troubling and doubling-over.
10. What classic monster lives under the Paris Opera House?
Donald Trump is going to live there after he loses the election. It is debatable whether they’ll have him as the other monsters think he gives monsters a bad name.
For Fibbing Friday
Black and White Sunday: Shapes
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In case you are wondering, the second photo is of a spiny orb weaver spider. It’s only the second one I’ve seen in 19 years. They are very small–about the size of an eraser on the end of a pencil.
Florida Halloween Costume
Hilarious
I Am
I am from thick ankles and steady determination. Stubborn Dutchmen, prairie dirt, waving wheat fields, night sounds that carried me away. Inkwells and Our Miss Brooks, Christmas tree tinsel that hurt your fillings when you chewed it, chicken pox and neighbors’ dogs, tiny bunnies rescued from furrows, my sister’s old prom dresses in a trunk in the upstairs hall. I am cherry trees and cherries for pitting. Pitched tents and new friends, prayer and questions, spelling bees and math, Annie-I-Over and hollyhocks. Sunday rollerskating on the basketball court. Ten-cent movies and Bit-o-Honeys, ditch ’em and long summer nights. An attic never opened, a basement too frequently explored, dust of Sunday explorations down long dirt roads. Small prairie towns and flights of fancy. Pretending my real self, while trying to be from where I was. Caught in a net with scissors. Cutting my way out. Taking any road elsewhere. A highway, a plane, a ship, an escape, a looking for, a finding, a losing, a continual origin story of my own making. Full breaths. Sinking in. Making memories. Remembering memories made for me. I am. I am becoming. What I was I still am. Self changing self and sinking back into self.
Indecision: Cee’s FOTD, Oct 30, 2020
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I rescued this hibiscus from a pile Pasiano had clipped from the bush next to the ramp leading down to my studio. I couldn’t decide which photo to use, so created a cluster.
For Cee’s FOTD
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