Tasia The Great

Putting My Feet in the Dirt September Prompt#7: Unreal Reflections


Her face is made of plastic and wood

her hands are made from plaster and they are cold, even when it is hot outside and the

sun is pouring into her booth and  you can see her hair wilting just a little from the heat.


Tasia The Great

will tell you your fortune

for five cents.


She will even give you a little card to keep your fortune on.


Just think, for one nickel  she will tell you if you will find true love,  if you will be rich or

if you are destined to be poor, she will tell  you if your will travel to foreign shores, she

will even tell you if you  are about to lose someone close to you.


Tasia The Great

sits like a queen on a throne

in her glass room-

but she isn’t really sitting because she doesn’t have legs,

you can’t really tell unless you know where to look

but does it matter? It does not. Not to her customers anyway.


In her booth Tasia The Great doesn’t really smile and she isn’t really frowning

she is dressed in silks, her makeup has been applied by skilled hands

a deck of cards have been artfully  fanned out in front of her a crystal ball sit behind her

on a shelf.


One her right is a little pile of cards

hidden by one of her sleeves

these are

 fortunes she is supposed to give away

for one just one  nickel


Tasia The Great

is keeping these fortunes

for herself.


RDP Wednesday – CLOWN



When I was little

Circus clowns held no fear for me-

even though I was sure that the face under the greasepaint

and the body hidden inside of the  silly clothes

the hands enclosed in gloves

are all skeletal

and those brittle bones are held together

with crumbling layers of dusty leathery dried skin and thick, pinguid makeup.


The circus clowns want to make you laugh, to make you laugh loud and hysterically

so as to hide it when you started screaming.


It works. It always does. I was sure of it.

Even as a child.


Clowns, especially circus clowns held no fear for me,

I know what is under the makeup, inside of the clothes what makes them

laugh and scream

in joy

with their mouths wide open and their eyes always locked on that space between your

chin and collar bone while holding

a bunch of wilted paper flowers in one hand and a  rubber chicken in the other.


What scares me and what always will is the Magician’s Assistant.


She was always

wearing a wide smile painted on her mouth in blood red lipstick,

and she kept on smiling

no matter how many times she was  cut in half

locked in an iron maiden and had spikes driven into her head and chest and legs

her smile never changed and she never flinched or blinked

as she disappeared into oblivion in a puff of smoke, or floated  ghostlike through the air.


The Magician’s  assistant always came back with

a wide smile painted on her mouth

in blood red lipstick.

I was terrified of her because I saw her

dying over and over again

and she kept coming


She never stayed dead.

No matter how many times they killed her.




The Bristlecone’s Home

RDP Thursday – BRISTLE

Photographer Unknown


There are three trees on our property line

twisted and scarred by harsh winds and time

they fought to take root in the poorest of soil

under the cruelest of conditions they managed to grow

where nothing else does

out  back


but standing alone

on a patch of uncared for land,  you could call it our home.




For Info on the Bristlecone Trees go HERE.