Putting My Feet In The Dirt Prompt #2 Twisted Oak Paths and Blooming Breezes
If you want to write about life
you have to live it!
Read a mountain of books, eat right, get plenty sleep
travel to the the French Corner for Halloween
and order a drink called the Toxic Baby
Then MAYBE you can cobble a piece together
and MAYBE someone will buy it from you
and then and only then
will you be an honest to goodness writer
a master of your craft.
BUT if what I write about is
but if what I write about are monsters
but if I write about a warped world and the warped people who live in it
wouldn’t it be better if
I took a little mirror and left it on my desk
and when I am creating a world where nothing is fair
and everyone has a dark heart filled with dark desires and deeds
I just look at it
and say, ” so Anita Marie, what do you have to say today?”
RDP Thursday: PLUM
I want to be sweet
I want to shine and I want people to paint pictures of me
to create recipes that feature me
to sit under my tree and dream and freak out when the yellow jackets
start to buzz around their faces
I want artists to draw me
and I want to have my likeness stitched on fancy underwear
I want to be prized by Vegans and Wiccans
and celebrated at their altars and their restaurants named
after their Dogs and Gods.
I want to be a plum
I wanted to be devoured
and swallowed,baked and stewed and candied
and in the end I hope you devour so much of me
you spend hours upon hours in the littlest room in the house.
Midnight Syndicate are one of my favorite bands.
Believe it or not, I don’t listen to their beautifully eerie tunes when I’m writing. I listen to them when the Sun is shining and the birds are singing.
Word of he Day Challenge: Vaccine
Oskar Kokoschka – Knight, Death and Angel I, 1910.
when our state shut down
I was deemed
a non-essential worker and laid off work.
“Lucky you!” Said some people. They actually said that.
“Now you get a government paid vacation.”
I didn’t feel lucky.
It wasn’t a vacation and I had to beg for my benefits every Sunday night.
Then the vaccine was rolled out
and again I was deemed non-essential- back of the line for me
and I stopped looking at my news feed on FB
because Essential people wouldn’t shut the hell up about their shots.
You were deemed essential
you got to keep your job
you were essential so you got your vaccine, you were safe and protected
I got a cloth mask and a bottle of hand sanitizer. Didn’t you see that happening?
And then as the fourth wave hits
I got my shots and my job back but this is what I know:
I didn’t end up in the hospital but a lot of people did.
They were essential. We just were not essential enough.