It’s A New You

It’s time to make myself over again.

It’s time to see new things, read new books dig a few graves behind an abandon factory or maybe one of those houses that have stood empty  for years and years  and have those yellow or sometimes neon orange stickers on the door or near the place where the door used to be.

It’s time to make myself over again.

Maybe I’ll try some new makeup, get a new hairstyle or get myself a face all together.

I’m handy with a needle and thread and I’m a whiz with anything that involves a sharp edge.

It’s time to make myself over again- I suppose.


I could easily stay the same non-descript fat, sloppy woman that rides the same train everyday and drives the same way to and from the station and nobody notices unless they literally walk into me because they’re  busy looking at their phones or they hurry to get home to watch TV or download porn onto their laptops or wipe their browser history on the family computer or something super important like that.

I could do that.

I could stay the same fat, sloppy,  non descript woman with messy hair who sort of drifts from moment to moment and doesn’t seem to be real or matter to anyone or anything at all.

For now.

You’re Welcome.

Daily Addictions Prompt: Invent

The Best Dog

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On New Years Morning

on the first day of a brand spanking new year of which I was excited to see in the night before

I found these balloons  tied into a bunch and resting on the side of the road.

It looks like someone had written all of the negative ideas, thought and images from their head onto these brightly colored balloons and then let them go to

where I  found them, waiting for me on the side of the road like roaches surprised when you flip a light on unexpectedly.

I  could see that every stroke of the pen had left something dark, something depressing that someone wanted to let go of and they did during their wonderful night of festivities and in the end all of their emotional vomit ended up at my feet scrawled in black sharpie on cheerful pastel colored balloons the next morning.

Depressing right?

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But then my dog, Hamish jumped on one and then the other and started to pop them, one by one.

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I made him stop because I wanted to make sure he wasn’t getting a mouthful of balloon and he looked up at me with impatience and dare I say concern?

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My dog did not stop until each of those little brightly colored vicious monsters from inside of someone’s  head  that had been turned  loose on an expecting world that New Years Eve because they wanted to be rid of them were destroyed and when Hamish  was done we put them in the recycle bin where they would not spoil

anyone else’s walk on a bright beautiful morning

of a brand spanking New Year.

You’re Welcome Universe.

You owe my dog.

You owe him big.


“Everyone thinks they have the best dog. And none of them are wrong.” — W.R. Purche

Daily Addictions Prompt: Banner


We’ve Always Done It That Way, That’s Why

The day after Thanksgiving is called Black Friday.

From the sound of it, things like ghost stories being read and told next to a roaring fire or  a late night stroll past cemeteries and ‘maybe ‘haunted houses in your neighborhood  and threats about Krampus visiting you instead of Santa should be involved.

Instead it’s the start of the holiday shopping season- it’s a date that is firmly grounded in our holiday calendar.

Listen, I’ve done the spooky stuff during the Christmas season- the late night walks through the snow and fog. I’ve read Victorian era ghost stories while sipping hot apple cider and if you haven’t sat around a candlelit living room with your friends and family and told scary stories about pirate curses, mummies, devils and spirits in torment then you have missed out on some real fun.

But please, if going to the Mall or Wal-Mart or jumping on line to shop at Amazon is the way you want to spend ” Black Friday ” then I say enjoy it. I don’t know what that would look like, because I’m pretty much out of the shopping  loop but I’m guessing apps and coupons are involved.

However, this Black Friday I’ll be reading some M.R James and warm drinks will be involved and I’ll probably be writing too.

I’ll ask this though, must we always do the predicable, the expected under the cover of the dark winter sky?

Or should we have a little fun with it all?


Daily Addictions Prompt: Feasible

The Walker



The snow gave way under my feet- whump, whump, whump

sometimes it cracked liked brittle bone but then it went back to

whump, whump, whump

I walked carefully, for fear I’d slip like last time

and that I would slide

like the last time

down the side of the hill into the arms of the jagged black rocks below

whump, whump, whump

crack, crack, crack

so I walk carefully you understand

on the side of the road

covered with snow


it is always covered with snow

for me.


Daily Addictions Prompt: Arctic 

Art and Found

After weeks of not being able to visit my favorite ‘found art’ wall in Pioneer Square I went back and found a boodle of some really great murals.

They were a little strange, a little odd.

In other words they were right up my alley!

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Photographed in Seattle, Washington

October 31,2018

Daily Addictions Prompt Bonanza

Honored Guests

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Last year I took this picture just before sunset on Halloween.

It had been such a clear beautiful day.

I could have cried.

Where were the dark clouds?  Where was the chill in the air? Why was everyone strolling around with cold drinks in their hands?

Had the world gone mad?

Yes. I decided. Yes it had.



But this year, this Halloween is different.

The skies are dark, it’s chilly, it’s going to rain, and dare a hope for a little fog?

I do.

Here is the reason why.

I was walking through SODO with a Chinese menu ( no kidding ) in my hand when I turned down an alley and saw this:


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Could it be

the Werewolves of London

have made it to Seattle in time for Halloween?

I think they have and I think they made it just in time to make it spectacular.


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Daily Addictions Prompt: Signal

On Which We Live

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I’ve seen some interesting things when I travel to new places around Halloween- they’re not always spooky or macabre or even a little scary.

But they do seem to have a unique life of their own.



When I try to write about the things I find,  I can’t always tell their story precisely the way they want me too.


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For obvious reasons.



I will share with you right now, I am NOT one of those Dark Adventurers.

I like things like room service and spa treatments- for the most part I really am a traditional traveler.

But I like to remember to be flexible because you never know what will pop up when you’re out and about and what new things you could try your hand at.


One thing I learned to be true is this.

No matter where you go, how far away you fly or drive away from home.

In the end

there you are.

So be yourself and have fun.


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Daily Addictions Prompt: Globe