There’s a spot in the woods up the way from my sister’s old house. From the dirt road it looks like the surrounding forest but walk in about fifteen feet and you start noticing stones in the ground. From underneath the dirt and leaves that cover the ground like a tattered quilt, an old foundation materializes. Who knows how long it has been here. Long enough for the wooden structure to have melted into the forest floor. What remains must be hunted for. My nephew and I have our weapons of choice: shovels. We scrape away the soggy leaves and uncover the damp earth underneath. We slop a pile of leaves off to one side to clear away a larger section. From the surface there is nothing noticeable, some rocks emerging like miniature mountains. My nephew picks a random spot and pulls up some dirt. We eagerly look through it and find nothing. Repeating this process three more times our excitement begins to fade as we continue to find nothing. Sitting on a nearby stump we wonder if my sister’s husband has sent us on some goose chase to keep us out from underfoot. My nephew wants to go back home. I don’t. I stand up and kick some of the dirt in the last hole we dug and notice something. A glimpse of something whiter than the surrounding brownish black. I crouch down and he comes over and we start clearing away the filth. A face appears and a shoulder and an arm. It’s the head and torso of an old china doll. Who knows long how long she has slumbered here. Suffocated by what had buried her. It is like we have resurrected her from the dead. We find a nearby stream and cleanse her like a Baptism. The sun is sinking behind the trees and I decide we must go home. As we look at each other, and share the same expression, we both know we will be back here tomorrow to see what other treasures lurk beneath our feet.
To be or not to be
Am I a fruit
Or a veggie?
Round and round the question
Rings inside me.
Oh, dreaded daylight!
When the warming sun
excites the questioning voices.
Or maybe it is the wind brushing through
I am never quite sure.
How I long for the night’s darkness
For it is cool
and quiet abides within.
The drooping string of Christmas lights hanging from the porch roof makes an excellent perch the little house wren decided. He had been busy flying to and fro working on the nest under the eaves. His little feet grip the plastic wires in between the colored bulbs and he gazes out onto the yard his head moving every which way to scan for danger. He has been busy all morning and is only vaguely aware of the figure behind the window watching him intently. This is his second spring here and he is used to the comings and goings from the house. Last year the hanging plant, sitting on the porch floor, was his favorite perch but he enjoyed the slight swinging motion the light string provided when the warm sunny breeze blew. Suddenly a bit of colored string tangled in the grass catches his eye and with a light motion he pushes off and it’s back to work.
I fell in love with this piece of writing the moment I read it and had to share it with more people.
Over-sensitive is an understatement. Sometimes it’s hard to function. Like those days when every human interaction is as tense as tracing the edge of a razor. Conversation is nightmarish. Each rhetorical intonation is internalized. Analyzed. Immediately personalized. Muscles ache from muted intensity. Posture reflects defeat, bowing with hollowed fatigue. Somatic torture of the soul. Believing […]
I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing political posts every Sunday but I’m finding it difficult to find a topic I want to write about. Everything just seems so complicated, complex and overwhelming right now. From Syria to our relationship with Russia and the upcoming talks with North Korea there is so much history and too many characters to keep straight. My brain is still in sick mode and feels so foggy and apathetic to writing anything of relevance. I’m too focused on getting better so I can take care of my mom when she gets out of the hospital, which is looking more and more like the outcome of her hospitalization, which is a good thing. I am planning on returning to Sunday’s political posts, just not quite yet. So stay tuned.
Alexandra found herself back in her old spot on the point overlooking the ocean. Time had passed so quickly and here she was once again. But it was a completely different situation now. When she was here before the ocean had looked ugly and dark and dreary. It reflected her own life as it had been. Now she stood there as the Queen. No one had seen it coming, least of all her. But the stars had formed a once in an eternity connection and aligned in just the right way. Now the same ocean that had held such dread for her was glimmering and shining just like her future.
Michael snaked around the ground level of the house, arms wrapped around the ancient tattered manuscript now in his possession. He feels as protective of it as he would his own child. The secrets it held were the key to his brother’s illustrious career as an author. A career that should have been Michael’s if his brother hadn’t stolen the book from their grandfather. Moving past the doors to the study, he couldn’t resist going within the walls of the sanctuary his brother had built. Bookshelves lined the walls and books lined the shelves. Moving to sit at his brother’s desk, Michael picked up one of the many pencils that were strewn on the surface. Opening the book and skimming down the list of crossed off names lining the page he came to his brother’s. Crossing it out, Michael wrote his own. A warm glow emanated from the pages and wound its way up his arm. He hadn’t expected the power of the book to feel like liquid fire and he bit his tongue as not to scream. Every cell of his body felt like it was exploding and his vision blurred for a moment or two until the pain began to fade. Rising on weak knees, he made his way to the front door and left. As he drove away he didn’t notice the figure of his brother standing in the upstairs window watching him leave.
Upstairs Christopher took a step back and sank onto the bed feeling the power pulling away from him. It had been with him for so long that he felt himself hollowing out and knew time was short.
“I took the book to protect you. All my success paled in comparison to that job. I hope you are ready for what the book brings you. I know I wasn’t.” He said to himself hoping somehow the words would reach his brother.
The next morning his assistant found him where Christopher lay, quite cold and very dead with an unnerving twist in his lips that had been left behind when his soul departed.
When I first saw those five words I thought “There’s no way I can make any kind of sense with those words.” I know, total defeatist attitude, but come on a snake and a pencil? So, I just started playing with them and had a brainstorm to turn “snake” the noun into “snake” the verb and it just kind of went from there. Snaking around, to me, sounds like sneaking around and led towards a darker storyline. I’m going to keep playing with it and see where it goes. I just wanted to give you guys a sneak peek at where my brain is these days.
Well, ScarlettCat surprised me again, I woke up a few days ago and checked my blog to learn that she had nominated me for the Mystery Blogger Award. According to Okoto Enigma, who began this award, “The Mystery Blogger Award, is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blogs not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.” To be nominated for such an award made me feel so proud and humbled at the same time. If you get a chance you should definitely check out her blog at https://scarlettsbpdcorner.wordpress.com
Her posts are wonderfully honest and brave. If I could nominate her back, I would in a heartbeat. So thank you Scarlettcat for thinking of me when you were nominating other bloggers for this award.
The rules of the award include:
Put the award logo/image on your blog.
List the rules.
Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
Answer the questions you were asked.
Nominate 10 – 20 people & notify.
Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify).
Three Things About Me
My left ear has been deaf since birth.
I’m half Canadian and half Swedish.
Even though I stutter I can sing pretty well.
Questions from ScarlettCat to me
- What was the most important experience in your life?
When I first met my niece and nephew that my sister and her husband adopted from Russia. I was 22 when they were adopted and my parents and I drove out to meet them after they were brought to the United States. We had seen photographs of them and they were cute and all but I wasn’t sure I would bond with them. They were complete strangers to me. When we pulled up to the house this seven- and six-year-old came bounding out of my sister’s house and ran over to us. My niece jumped into my arms and I felt my heart grow two sizes. I felt myself think “Oh there you guys are.” It was like they had always been missing from our family but we never realized it until they were there. It was a truly magical moment that changed my life forever.
- What makes you keep going?
I know this is going to sound really corny but it’s hope. My hope for the future and that it holds something better than what I have now. I’m constantly working towards some dream or goal that I have to better my life and the lives of those around me.
- If you had to choose between streaking and eating the same meal for 5 years, what would you choose?
I wouldn’t mind a few purple streaks in my hair. Don’t know if I’d go full-on mermaid or anything. Why, what did you mean by streaking? lol
- What was the post you enjoyed writing the most? Talk a bit about it and why it made you feel so much enjoyment?
Definitely the poem “Twilight’s Last Gleaming.” (February 21, 2018) I was standing outside with my dog looking at the fog and it occurred to me how it looked like steam. And the poem just started writing itself. I love the feeling when my brain can create something like that out of nothing. How random thoughts can lead to something I feel turned out to be pretty great. My poor mom though, I literally came running back inside, through the kitchen and into the living room so I could write it down before it disappeared. When I went back into the kitchen she looked at me quizzically and when I told her I was writing a poem, she just rolled her eyes.
- What is your favorite topic and theme to talk about in your blog?
This is kind of difficult because I feel like I’m still so new to blogging and haven’t really written a lot yet. I have found that I’m writing more poetry than I thought I would be. So that’s been surprising and exciting.
My Nominations for the Mystery Blogger Award
5 Questions for My Nominees
- Have you ever had a post that was difficult for you to write?
- When you have writer’s block, what do you do to unblock yourself creatively?
- What are your three favorite words and why?
- If you had three wishes, what would they be?
- If you could change the fate of any literary character who would it be and why?
I closed my eyes to go sleep
And was startled.
Before me I saw brilliant lights
White flashes lit up my eyelids.
Followed by vistas of the palest blue.
What was this impossibility?
Forcing myself to relax
And not open my eyes.
I fell into the light
And was asleep before I knew it.
This actually happened to me last night and while it was occurring I thought it would make an interesting poem. But then I was in a conundrum. I was half asleep and quite cozy in my bed and didn’t really want to grab my phone to jot down notes. So, I took a chance and hoped I’d remember the incident in the morning. I have lost so many poem, song, and story ideas making this decision. But it’s hard to move when you are so comfortable, it’s the middle of the night, and the lights are so hypnotizing. Obviously I remembered the idea this morning. In fact I was coming downstairs and I had the line “I closed my eyes and saw light” come back to me and I internally I thought, “Yes! I remembered!” Now, I’m not sure what it means that I saw all these lights when I closed my eyes. Maybe neurons firing in a strange way or some other cause. I’ve had similar things happen before, usually it’s pulses of light that appear to move towards me and I feel like I’m moving down a tunnel of some sort. It’s a weird sensation to have as you are going to sleep but it never scares me I just go with it. I’m curious to know if it’s happened to any of my readers. I know I can’t be the only one but I’m wondering how common it is.