Do you know what I JUST realized?
I only have a month to get ready for a visit from Krampus!
Have fun with Jolly Old Saint Nick.
I am about to embark on
With the holidays approaching and still not quite here I’m already hearing a lot of Christmas Music and Jingle Belling and loads of bitching and moaning about how commercial Christmas is and how Thanksgiving only exists so that the Poultry industry can make some serious coin and New Years Resolutions are pointless.
For Pete’s sake, I mean SERIOUSLY, I write about death and despair and evil and not even I have sunk as low as to ruin someone else’s Holiday Spirit, not even in print when I’m telling a made up story and everyone in it are made up characters who designed to take a hit of negativity.
If you think so little of this time of year, I don’t know- join a Facebook Group full of other Holiday Haters and spread your Debbie Downer-isms there,
I’m off to write stories about Grave Robbers and Demons.
Be good, be kind and try not to be such a dork- people are trying to have a little fun and feel happy.
RDP Friday – Decorated
This year the Christmas theme
Casa del Moscoso
I know, BIG surprise right?
I’ve got a month to
THE BIG DAY
and in that time I will be searching for and expressing the spirit of
in print, in food, and most Christmassy of all -in decorations.
Just to make sure I leave no stone unthrown- I mean over turned
I just my have to resort to asking Google or Alexa for some help- not that I have access to Alexa but I would like to drop in at some of my friend’s houses and say something like:
” Alexa, summon Krampus “.
So far all I have are my Christmas cards and are they ever PERFECT:
The question is, do I send these to my friends and family who have naughty or nice ?
I know, it’s a puzzle but that’s okay. It’s part of the fun and this year for Christmas I intend to have a lot of that.
Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday – Ash
Metal teeth to grind you
into something new
a vision a story maybe a song or a poem
a thought that flashes from one part of your brain to the next
like a thunderstorm
rolling across a frozen wasteland
raging to be heard.
RDP Wednesday – EVIDENCE
The smell of vomit
department store perfume
so tragically hip
in the Midwest
lingered in my car
long after it was towed away for scrap.
The Ghost of you
the smell of you
haunts the wrecking yard steps away from where you live.
Poetry or Poetic?
RDP Tuesday: Sound
creaks and groans when it
with a bang
a warning shot to Spring
that it is not ready
to give up the ghost
and let her have her wicked way
on the world