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Southern Gothic

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

Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on August 16, 2011 at 11:00pm — No Comments

Push



Wall. Push. OUT.



PUSH





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…
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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on June 13, 2011 at 11:30am — 1 Comment

Shefox

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

Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on June 1, 2011 at 1:00am — 5 Comments

For your listening pleasure.

 



http://www.npr.org/2011/05/31/136581157/sasquatch-2011-black-mountain-live-in-concert

Black Mountain at the sasquatch music fest! ENJOY!!!! I… Continue

Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on May 31, 2011 at 5:20pm — No Comments

This fits today

This fits today. In a liz mood. Im an ant. A little fucking… Continue

Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on May 26, 2011 at 9:00am — 3 Comments

Cult of the Eagle

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…
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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on May 20, 2011 at 10:00am — No Comments

My morning son





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.

Yearning for…
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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on May 11, 2011 at 8:31am — 2 Comments

A mothers' day

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

Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on May 8, 2011 at 8:10am — 1 Comment

Muses

The Disquieting Muses

By-Sylvia Plath



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,

Mother,…
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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on May 7, 2011 at 10:29pm — 7 Comments

Rose Real

So whats real? Are you? Am I?

I know that Im real. I dont have to prove it to anyone. Take this as it is. Because im not gonna play anymore.




http://markedwardgeyer.com/illustrations.html#

"Turn around,… Continue

Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on May 3, 2011 at 1:00pm — 1 Comment

Crown and Scepter

Cow head bleeding in hand,

I will conquer.

Hand me my scepter,

Of bone and marrow.

Crown my head

with my superiority.

Eyes behind the palms.

I am your tiger in…

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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on April 15, 2011 at 9:30am — 5 Comments

Sparkle

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.



http://diane-arbus-photography.com/

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…
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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on April 12, 2011 at 10:01am — 3 Comments

Sour patch kid





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…
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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on April 11, 2011 at 10:14am — 1 Comment

Miscellaneous Blog

Not for sure if i posted this poem before.  Oh well...the memory is already going i suppose. 

 

Tossed Assunder

 

 







Felt my soul being scooped

out from my self, like a pumpkin

being emptied,…

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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on April 8, 2011 at 5:30pm — 2 Comments

Set Sail



Stepping up,

Climbing the stairs once again.

New inspiration on the horizon.

Indecision wans.

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

interfere.

Jump into the puddle.

Sink down thru the silt.

Leave behind the guilt.

Get in the…
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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on March 23, 2011 at 11:13am — No Comments

Fairweather and 'round the bend

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

Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on March 14, 2011 at 9:30am — 3 Comments

Afire



Afire



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…
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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on March 1, 2011 at 11:13pm — 1 Comment

Girl Detective



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…

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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on February 25, 2011 at 6:30pm — 13 Comments

Untitled



Love on Loan





Pretty pictures

that we paint.

We made the lines

of the script write

for ourselves.

Lust that was so

Intense, fades away....

Sparkles faint.

Shouldve saw the ending coming.

The road on the horizon was looming.

I wanted to believe,

in you.

In me.

Things arent as we perceive.

I give away what I held so close.

For…
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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on February 22, 2011 at 6:53pm — No Comments

Table for One



Breathe in

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

Tripping brook

Tumbling rocks,

Wait.

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…
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Added by Mary, Mary Quite Cuntrary on February 3, 2011 at 9:10am — 4 Comments

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