My Clock With Broken Hands

RDP Friday: TRANSITION

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From an embrace to a kiss

then

to muscle and bone

to a beating heart to fingers to a spinal column

a Galaxy of promise waiting to be born.

 

To a student, to a traveler to defeat and despair

to the good days when the air smells good

 and my  face hurts from laughing.

 

From heartbeat to pulse

am I just a collection of moments  wrapped in  skin?

 

From sleeping to dreaming to waking

my clock with broken hands  tries to keep time

and it will, like it’s supposed to

until

it

just

stops.

 

 

And Nothing But The Truth

RDP Thursday: DINKUM

 

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This is her truth:

The reason Public School lunches are a failing program is because  Michelle Obama made the schools serve fresh fruits and vegetables.

This is his truth:

I don’t know why they  are complaining about racism now. We have always had problems with racism. But the Democrats think if they get them upset they’ll vote for Democrats.  You know how bad it is? The Democrats are hiring coyotes to bring Mexicans up on a election day to vote.

This is my truth:

I think that the asteroid that wiped out the dinosaurs showed up 66 million years to early.

Rat Tale

RDP Tuesday: ODOR

Working in a Mall really did stink.

 

One summer

I took a vacation from work

and when I got back my work area smelled like death.

 

For real, it smelled like death because something had died.

” Something ”  turned out to be a huge  decomposing rat.

 

My Co-Workers were so  SURPRISED when I opened the door which is normally NEVER closed and the smell of decay raced out.

“That rat must have just died!” they said in surprise.

The rat, I said was not fresh, it probably died shortly after I went on vacation.

Oh, they said. Well. There is some Lysol under the bathroom sink in the Book Store Manager’s Office ( which is where I worked at the time ).

I should feel free grab that and use it- you know in MY work area which is separate from THEIR work area where if something say like a rat dies they don’t have to pick it up.

We all worked for the same company but that was putting to fine a point on things.

“Thanks I said, I think I’ll grab that giant can of air freshener and  spray YOUR area first to get rid of the over powering smell of bullshit.”

You wouldn’t think words can actually stink, but they really can.

Don’t they?

 

 

Diverse Creative Projects at Bancroft

Anita Marie Moscoso and Heather Blakey, each of whom have established themselves at Bancroft Manor, have been working collaboratively and spending some time Dansing with the Macabre. If you visit the site you will find that it is full of interesting stimuli and has lots of prompts that folk can work on in their journals

The World of Georgina McClure

We have wandered roads together
played and learned and found each other
hand in hand the journey winds
through the back roads of memory
through the pathways of new learning
up the stairs where magic beckons
into caverns dark
and to the morning.
Waking we have joined the circle
glowing dawn forever holds us.
Fran Sbrocchi

Anita Marie Moscoso and Heather Blakey, each of whom have established themselves at Bancroft Manor, have been working collaboratively and spending some time Dansing with the Macabre. If you visit the site you will find that it is full of interesting stimuli and has lots of prompts that folk can work on in their journals.

When she is not off ‘Dansing with the Macabre’ or running a creative Lived Life Narrative course in Castlemaine, Heather Blakey is working in her apartment at the Manor, wandering down memory lane, remembering the times she travelled…

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On The Clock

RDP Friday: PREPARE

On a silver tray to my right

lined up neatly

are

Needles

thread

a trocar

a scalpel and eye caps

In the closet, next to my locker hangs

  a freshly pressed suit

and

a brand new dress with shoes to match.

I am ready to work

for

you

or maybe

on

you.