I TOOK THE CREATIVE BULL BY IT’S CREATIVE HORNS AND I MADE IT MINE.
I AM A FIERCE WRITER!
Well anyhoo this is what I accomplished this month:
I’ve tried new things like writing Poetry.
Poetry is fun, I’m really glad I don’t know what I’m doing. I was really sad to find out there are rules and I’m not following them- I’m not sad I didn’t follow the rules, I’m just sad there are some.
I’ve also explored artwork- I’ve discovered I really have a love for Abstract Art and Impressionist Art. There are rules in that too, but I don’t have to care because I can’t paint. I can barely write legibly and I screw up stick figures. So I just get to admire the art and be inspired by it.
I’ve also discovered some great blogs to read so my bus commute home is fun and I no longer spend the bus ride hoping I’ll get hit by lightening and spared that particular form of drudgery.
Yay on that.
And the biggest take away this month has been that I really do like the sound of my own (writer’s ) voice, no matter what is going on I CAN find the time to write and create and to top it all off we are done with August and I can go into full Halloween Mode.
YAY YAY YAY.
So the posts will continue on a daily basis- where it goes nobody knows, there are a lot of writing projects to be tried.
But Halloween is going to be a big deal around here and that will color a lot of what I write about.
You’re reading these words on a screen. Screens — comforting, addictive, inescapable — are everywhere, especially when we read and write (and blog). Today, write a poem about, against, or in homage to the screens in your life. Or write about some other kind of screen — for example, the one stretched across your window, or the piece of cloth on which movies are projected at the theater.
It chased me in my dreams
it chases me when I wake
why do you follow me
into the bathroom?
why do you care what I eat
what I wear
what I think?
Are you a God? A Devil? A Demon?
You judge my harshly Facebook, you frown upon me, scold me
When I chose to think
or chose to be
You ask when I sin
when I vote
when I’m good
and when I’m bad.
Did I fly a Rainbow flag?
Did I weep for the kittens
left in a bag, on a road
defenseless in the cold?
Do you think you
My Mom or my Dad?
Because I know you are not
I’m glad you’re not.
in your cyberbones.
I wish we could
pull your plug, cut your cord
to the very end
of each and every day.
How can we turn you off, turn you away, live for the moment
Malvina Moray did not meet the Devil on a eerie moonlit night.
Malvina met the Devil just in front of her house just before dusk where she was standing and calling her cat, Prixie.
” Hey there Malvina, ” the Devil said as he strolled up to the gate and said for the hundredth or maybe it was the millionth time ” thought about that offer of mine?” The Devil leaned against the long wooden fence that ran along Malvina Moray’s property. ” It’s a good one. My deal that is. Probably the best I’ve ever offered anyone.”
” Prixie! ” she called ” Time for dinner! Come on Prixie!”
The Devil stomped his foot- which was not a hoof of a foot in a black leather boot. The Devil was wearing dress shoes, of course. ” Look. See it my way Malvina. You’re meaner then a swarm of bees, you ooze malevolence the way other people ooze sweat. Sweet Baby Jesus Malvina, you have a dozen people you killed with your bare hands at the bottom of your well in your backyard. You gotta come and work for me. You’re like a the Captain of My Dream Team.”
” I do just fine on my own.” she said with – oh this made the Devil almost cry, she said this with so much pride it floated up like a black cloud over their heads.
” That’s obvious Malvina. Look. You sign on with me and I can make you the most powerful witch ever.” The Devil looked up searching for what more he could possible offer Malvina that she didn’t have already, ” Well, you’ll have more Power and youth and…”
Prixie wondered up at this point and wrapped her tail around the Devil’s leg and he jumped up and almost on top of the wooden fence when he looked down and saw her.
Prixie was a giant white fluffy cat with a pink collar and she was wearing a cat little wings made from peach taffeta. ” Damn Malvina, you need a black cat.”
” Prixie smothers people in their sleep. She’s up to eight now. That’s one a year. Get one of your cats to top that.”
The Devil dropped to the ground, he fell to his knees, he wrapped his arms around Malvina’s legs and sobbed. ” Please. Please come work for me. If you won’t. I don’t know. Marry me. Malvina, you’re the most perfect creature ever.”
Malvina picked his hands from off her legs and pushed him back. ” Be a Witch? Seriously? Be one of your little minions running around naked in the woods and eating babies by moonlight? Why do all of that when I can go to the beach, eat sushi and caramel apples and be as evil and wicked as I want and not have to be at your beck and call?”
The Devil sprung up to his feet. ” You can’t freelance forever Malvina. Sooner or later you’ll have to sign on with me. You have no choice. Not with your track record.”
Malvina picked Prixie up and buried her face in her soft fluffy fur.
” Well. ” she said into the puff of white.
” No. No! Are you kidding me?” The Devil covered his face with his hands.
” He offered me a better deal. I do what I want and I don’t make deals with you. He said that would tick you off. Plus. he said it’d be a laugh. And do you know what? It really is.”
Malvina Moray did not meet and beat the Devil on a dark and spooky moonlit night- she meant him in her front yard- and her cat Prixie was with her.
We find faults in ourselves, in others, and in the world around us all the time. Today, write a poem about the imperfect nature of someone or something, whether you accept these imperfections or complain about them, try to fix them or celebrate them.
I want to be a Nightmare and fly from head to head
I want to be the night terror where you fall and wake up dead.
I want to be the vision that makes you scream and cry.
I don’t want to be the kind of dream that makes you smile.
Today, write a poem about a journey. You could channel your excitement about a trip you’re about to embark on (or just returned from), comment on the mental progress you witnessed someone make, or focus on the struggles, pleasures, and extreme emotions that travel can bring about.
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Death came for her, as she knew it would on a day drenched with sunlight, with her gut full of wine and her lungs clounded with cigarette smoke
Death stood next to her and shook it’s shrouded head. ” I really don’t want to be here.”
Josephine took a long hard drag on her cigarette. ” Tough.”
Death pulled it’s shroud away from it’s face and Josephine tried to pretend to not be shocked to see it was a woman- her hair was long and dark and her eyes glowed deep and orange- like a wolf’s.
” That’s a nasty habit you’ve got there Josephine. All that drinking and smoking in bed. You’re lucky you never fell asleep and burned your house down and killed everyone in it.”
” Well. I didn’t.”
” I know, I wouldn’t take you. It didn’t seem right.”
Josephine reached for her journal and began to write in it.
” I mean Josephine, you firebombed your way through life- all that deceiving you did. You betrayed and lied to your friends, your family people you knew for only five minutes. You even stole most of the stuff you’ve written.” Death tapped the top of Josephine’s journal. No way was I going to let you skate out of this life into the next. Some of the people you wrecked are on the other side. They deserve a break from you for as long as possible.”
” That’s not your choice to make.” Josephine narrowed her eyes and pointed.
Death looked towards Josephine’s nightstand and saw the empty pill bottle.
” Oh. I see.”
” I’m done. I’ve lived. I’ve loved-”
Death snorted and turned her face to the window.
” I’m tired and old and I am done.”
I can see that Josephine. You got me. Close your eyes or don’t. The choice is yours.”
Death swung her scythe and up into the air and as Josephine’s eyes lit up and Death let it sail over Josephine’s head.
It landed on Josephine’s shoulder.
” What the Hell!”
” I can be merciful, I can be cruel and most people think I cheat. Well guess what. I don’t. I do exactly what I’m supposed to do. So here’s the thing. You just keep being your fantabulous self Josephine. You keep cheating your way through life and when I come for the people who you’ve cheated- and there are so many of them out there that you will screw over, I’ll get called a lot of things by them in their end. But cheat won’t be on their lips.”
” Stay alive Josephine. You just keep on breathing.”
” I won’t!” Josephine screeched through a haze of smoke ” You come back here! I can’t take this anymore!”
Death left Josephine’s house and was dragging the business end of her scythe along side her on the sidewalk when a man and a woman holding hands stopped her under a tree.
” We owe you. We owe you big.” the woman whose hair was tied back with a red ribbon said.
Death agreed and looked at the man who wore a soft blue workshirt. ” Yeah. Okay. We do.”
Death dropped her head forward and her hood fell over her face. ” I want a horse. Everyone thinks I have one. ”
And they parted ways under the blue sunlit sky full of sunlight and the sounds of a woman with a smoke worn throat screaming from all around them.