I remember when i was a kid the shape of houses. The gracefull sweep of a long porch wrapping a home. Homes. Thats what they were, not just houses, home is where you lay your head, not where you lay your bones. Bones have a different home. Your head stays. A house in particular stands out, well several do really. A few are located in Abbeville SC. On a historic tour of the city and houses, my mother and a family friend found me a willing explorer.…Continue
Strength is determined, not by the weight of the heavy hand but the slight of hand manuever. Strenth isnt measured by endurance but the tenacity put forth at first lunge. What is your souls worth? Does it…Continue
The fox screams. Cries out its shrieking warning, come hither call. An eerie sound, breaking the drone of cicadas and crickets, the occasional coyote yelp. Here I am, she says. I have been hearing a fox nightly the past few months. I know there are babies in the den down the road. She seems to be coming over the ridge the past few nights behind our house, crossing thru our garden plot, over the road and down to the next ridge. Id like to see her, gaze upon…Continue
Had a crazy dream last night. Or early this morning, to be specific. It was morning, as if I just woke up in real time, I was taking the boys out to school. On the road a woman drove a red car around the curve, drunkenly. The car seemed to be moving but she was not. She was speaking, it was jumbled and slurred. The car stopped and I tried to talk her down, bring her inside. She went into the bathroom. Suddenly outside a…Continue
Up over the mountain you rise.
Burning up the morning fog
as it rolls thru the valleys.
Oh! My morning son!
Farmer in the field,
Gnarled hands and bent back,
Dirt embedded in every line of age.
So yeah, Happy Mothers Day. Happy happy joy joy. Not a big difference, this morning feels just as tiring as any other day. No flowers met me as i cracked my eyes open, no breakfast in bed. I could hear the screaming and fighting before i opened my eyes, felt pee where someones pull up leaked on me. Came into the kitchen to be smacked for not delivering a chocolate cake before 7am, im sorry but NO, NO chocolate before breakfast. The screaching continues. I…Continue
Mother, mother, what illbred aunt
Or what disfigured and unsightly
Cousin did you so unwisely keep
Unasked to my christening, that she
Sent these ladies in her stead
With heads like darning-eggs to nod
And nod and nod at foot and head
And at the left side of my crib?
Mother, who made to order stories
Of Mixie Blackshort the heroic bear,
I wrote this quite a few weeks ago. Didnt post it here. Saw Fur on again the other night and yesterday thinking about Stendhal syndrome made me think to post it here.
I am really stalking this artist hard. This kind of photography amazes and inspires me. I like seeing snapshots of life, mundane everyday life captured forever, as long as forever can be for a photograph. Those…Continue
Its all okay. No, dont fret, my pet!
You will live to see another day.
If not, we will send you on your way.
Contrary to the majority whip,
We dont practice what we preach.
Do what i do, not what I…Continue
Climbing the stairs once again.
New inspiration on the horizon.
The sun shines on the snow.
The river thaws and begins its flow.
Awakening from within.
A millisecond passes like a year.
Without restraint, theres nothing to
Jump into the puddle.
Sink down thru the silt.
Leave behind the guilt.
Get in the…Continue
So yesterday as we were driving up the mountain my husband and I were talking. We were talking about friendships. He said that he had several good friends that he could trust to come help him if he was to call them in the middle of the night in an emergency. I thought for a minute, then for a little longer I pondered this. I have no one that I could call in the middle of the night to come to my rescue. I have no one during the day either really, when it is all said and done. I dont have the… Continue
Creaking doors, creaking boards
Like an old house my bones
Grind against each other in their age.
A brittle bit of rust caught under the
nape of my neck.
In the floor of the house is a door
That leads to the belly of the beast.
A subconscious that never showed its
face in the light of day,
the wild card of the deck.
Rocking chair, radio in the…Continue
I just wanted to clarify why i went *off* on the user that was previously known as Gianne Carlo, The Light, Alelenjro, the White Stallion, ect..... He has been on Pagan Space many times, under different names and profile accounts. Dont know, maybe this is an issue for admin, in reguards to IP addresses, and…
that we paint.
We made the lines
of the script write
Lust that was so
Intense, fades away....
Shouldve saw the ending coming.
The road on the horizon was looming.
I wanted to believe,
Things arent as we perceive.
I give away what I held so close.
the smoke of my remorse.
Set your course
for a higher rise.
See the fog roll
from my mouth, lies.
Sense of urgency
Shallows of the river
No ice, better for my liver.
Sweat on the forehead
Hair of the dog.
Awaken from the stupor
from deep underfog.
Slept the sleep of the…Continue