Halloween Cerebration

Me and my Mom went through the same routine every Halloween.

” What do you want to be for Halloween? You want to be a Princess right? Or how about a cat or Cinderella? I know how much you love Cinderella. I stopped at Woolworths before I caught the bus home from work tonight and you should see all of the pretty masks and costumes they have!”

I took a breath and was about to answer and Mom bravely soldiered on, I mean when I look back at it I don’t know how she could do this dance with me

every

freaking

Halloween.

” Oh I know! We could go to KMart. They have even more costumes then Woolworths and I’ll even treat you to an Icee AND popcorn.”

I considered her offer because as determined as I was to choose my own costume…we were talking Icees and Popcorn.

Normally when we went to Kmart I could only have one of the two treats and I would stand there for minutes-jamming up the line to the blue light special signs- not because I couldn’t decide on what but I knew I was only going to get one treat in the end and as a kid I was sort of jerk.

” I already know what I want to be-“

” No.”

” But Mom- “

” I said no!”

” Why not? Everyone else gets to be what they want for Halloween so why can’t I?”

” You know why. Because it’s not appropriate that’s why.”

I stamped my foot and wished I could make sparks fly up, but NO I couldn’t do that either.

” Big deal. I want to be a Devil and wear horns and carry a pitchfork and maybe take Blackie with me.”

Blackie was my dog. He used to try to bite anyone he got his nose close to.

” Absolutely not. You’re not going to dress up like the Devil and you’re not taking that ill behaved dog of yours out with you.”

” Why not? I crossed my arms over my chest and went for the kill. ” It’s because I’m a girl right?”

” Every year, every damned year we have to go through this… not it is NOT because you’re a girl. It’s because I will not allow you to dress up like your Grandfather on Halloween. What is wrong with you?”

My Mother stomped off and I knew I was going to be a stupid Princess or a Fairy and that my dog who could do more then bite people would have to stay home.

When I was sure my Mom was in the next room I stomped around in circles and spat out every curse word I knew and as I had my traditional Halloween tantrum little blue and red sparks flew up from under my feet and a few of then scorched my Mom’s rug.

When I was done I actually felt a little better.

I yelled as I followed my Mom into the next room, ” Hey Mom, Can I really get an Icee and Popcorn if we go to Kmart?”

The Destroying Angel

 

In the Spring

in the woods

under a cool blanket of leaves

Amanita Verna waits for you

to find her, to pluck her

to raise her to your lips in blissful hunger

Go ahead.

Close your eyes

and then

taste her, bite her, open your mouth and swallow her

she won’t take you heart or break your heart

she’ll just shut it down

and then

we can bury you  in the Spring

in the woods

where you can be with

Amanita Verna

forever.

 

 

Inspired By: RDP Thursday – Fungus

 

One Shell

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I have cracked open a lot of eggs in my time  but I have never cracked one open and had two yolks plop out.

I know that there are lots of stories about double yolkers that involve death, fertility and big hens but that aside it is pretty cool to have something out of the ordinary turn up in your kitchen while  you’re waiting for you toast to pop up.