Saturday, October 30, 2010

Framescape ~4~ is UP!

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http://framescapenovella.blogspot.com/2010/10/framescape-4.html
Some of you may or may not be reading my short story/novella Framescape. I have dedicated an entire blog to this story. I am taking this story one a piece at a time. I hope if you are following you will let me know what you think about it and even perhaps follow it officially. If you are not following it and would like to read something new please check it out.


Here is a little sample of the fourth installment.

Further down the beach appeared a series of Frames spaced some distance apart, a distance that could be more than fifty steps and it seemed like they went on for miles. They were situated parallel to the shoreline and I found them very curious. As we approached the first frame I noticed that same wavy film but this time it was mostly transparent and I could see into the frame.

Happy reading my friends.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Vampyre

Magpie Tale 38
Photo by Tess Kincaid


Everything must have seemed dusty
Deprived of modern conveniences
There was no mirror on the
Dressing table
My cloth is moth eaten.
Living relatives oblivious to our connection.
Centuries have passed and
I am the only one that can tell them
Who their ancestors are.
Not desiring their company in life
I had no intention of turning them
I certainly did not want to be stuck
with them for eternity.

The axe fell and it was necessary to go underground.

I slept a short time
Really just a cat nap
I went to slab in 40.
My agent said, “location, location, location.”
I said, “Ah fiddlesticks, I need something
Old and dark that is all I require.”
Not desiring the absurdity of regular visitors
Relatives carrying on for the recently departed
Traipsing around tempting me with
Heart beats and silliness.
I want crumbling dusty bones
I require ample room.  
One’s sleeping chamber
Should be all these things and
No more.

I came up,
Sprouting,
A spring time Narcissus.
Refreshed seventy years later
I am told by those that never slept
I should find concern with
Anonymity,
This no longer a possibility
And digital fingerprints
What are these things?

This chatter,
Anecdotes set to ridicule?
Angrily, I bleed the one
That dare sing me a lark.

My finger runs a dust line
Of obscure reflective boxes
Rooms of curiosities
Nothing is the same
“Missing!”
 I hiss, “Where are my tomes?”
I long to gaze at familiar
Festal tapestries.

Bounced from the recognizable
Lost in time momentarily
I smile realizing
It was like this
The last time I slept seventy years
Never to fear I will
be au fait with my home  
Once again
Comforted by my
Entrance strategy
A stratagem of deception

Monday, October 25, 2010

Framescape Part Three is UP!


Part Three of Framescape is up

I have dedicated an entire Blog to my new story Framescape. I hope that if you enjoy it you will tell your friends and even perhaps follow along. Your comments are always welcome as they are gifts to me, as is the time you take to read what I have written.

To join in the journey of Cassie Evans just click here.

In case you are not sure about this episode here are a few morsels hopefully to tempt you.

~From Episode One~

I wasn’t sure what happened to me. The last thing I remember, I was driving home from Branson. The grey dusk turned a threatening thick charcoal right before my eyes. In the distance there were wisps of smoke surrounded by endless miles of Shagbark Hickory, Black Walnut, Sugar Maple and just about a half dozen or more varieties of cedar. My steep mountain view was shrouded in dense moist air, the pressure dropped and my ears popped.

~From Episode Two~

Someone was yelling to me off in the distance, “Stay with me come on stay with me!” The voice was becoming clearer and it got louder and felt closer to me. I felt that rush of pain again. The hall with the wooden door was fading in and out of existence like a strobe light. I could see myself drifting toward the voice and the pain but I was frantic not to go in that direction. I could feel throbbing, my head wanted to explode, my hallway was fading fast.  I turned away from the sound. I felt that if I ran back away from it I would hear the revelry again. I was right I could hear it up ahead. I kept running and I was right back at that magnificent door.  Only this time it was opened and I entered.

~From Episode Three~

The space around me is a tunnel of dark matter. I feel like I am floating in a gel like substance, my spirit distal in relation to my broken body. Like a rubber ball attached to a paddle, I was snapping back and forth between my sleeping form and my transcendental self. I could hear unrecognizable voices. They seemed to be trying to figure out who I was.  In the next moment someone was playing a harp and singing for the revelers. I heard someone say my name, “Cassie Evans, the police located her driver’s license. Her name is Cassie Evans.” The voices started to fade again back to the music. I just couldn’t seem to stay in one place long enough. 


Happy Reading

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Framescape ~2~

Framescape Part Two
Image from Google Images



Someone was yelling to me off in the distance, “Stay with me come on stay with me!” The voice was becoming clearer and it got louder and felt closer to me. I felt that rush of pain again. The hall with the wooden door was fading in and out of existence like a strobe light. I could see myself drifting toward the voice and the pain but I was frantic not to go in that direction. I could feel throbbing, my head wanted to explode, my hallway was fading fast.  I turned away from the sound. I felt that if I ran back away from it I would hear the revelry again. I was right I could hear it up ahead. I kept running and I was right back at that magnificent door.  Only this time it was opened and I entered.
The room was glowing by the candlelight of Austrian crystal chandeliers, tables with ice sculptures, flowers and food were plentiful and lined one whole side of the room. There were barmen and fountains flowing.  Waiters were whirling around men dressed in tuxedos and woman in silky flowing gowns. The whole scene was reminiscent of my idea of a heavenly ball in the thirties or forties.  There was dancing, cigar smoking and drinking. The conversations and laughter seemed to take over the atmosphere and my man seemed the center of all the attention.
I looked down at myself, feeling a momentary sense of embarrassment. Last I remembered, I was dressed in jeans, boots, long sleeve t-shirt and sweater vest and was bloody. When I looked down at myself I was in a gorgeous gown. It was beaded in little pins of light. It seemed ethereal, made from a transparent fiber that seemed to be emitting light from inside reflecting outward. It was beautiful and I knew immediately it was otherworldly.
There in the center of the room off from the dance floor was the man. His face clean shaven except a small toothbrush mustache, his hair black cut tight and combed back with some type of pomade. His tuxedo was spotless, free from all lint and with perfect lines. He was framed like a fine piece of art.  As he stood and spoke, a beautiful woman approached and he excused himself and offered her a dance.
They were elegant and took full command of the floor. The orchestra played a fine Vienna waltz. I was mesmerized as was almost everyone in the room. This man could dance, his partner was just a mere decoration on his arm.
I was certain that I recognized him but I couldn’t place it. Had we met somewhere? He looked so familiar but his eyes, they were piercing and haunting. I realized that the nervousness I felt when our spirits were connected could not have been his. He was like a regent in full command. I was certain that we were not friends but I was also sure that I knew him. I just did not know how or where I knew him from. My memory was skipping and I felt lightheaded.
In a flash, I felt the pain return but as soon as it returned it subsided. I could hear beeps and it was black. The music was somewhere in the distance.

To be continued…..

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Framescape

Photo compliments of Willow
For Magpie Tales
FrameScape Part One
I wasn’t sure what happened to me. The last thing I remember, I was driving home from Branson. The grey dusk turned a threatening thick charcoal right before my eyes. In the distance there were wisps of smoke surrounded by endless miles of Shagbark Hickory, Black Walnut, Sugar Maple and just about a half dozen or more varieties of cedar. My steep mountain view was shrouded in dense moist air, the pressure dropped and my ears popped.
The sky can change in thirty seconds flat in Missouri. Sheets of rain blanketed the area north of me. A clap and flash jolted me, forcing me to grip even tighter at ten and two. My eyes opened wide, my book played on without my attention. I was three chapters in on the latest Nevada Barr when I last attended. I push the player off needing full concentration, when the white streak hit the pavement right in front of me.
I swerved and that was the last thing I remember driving that mountain pass.
My grip was not tight. I looked down at my fingers, my car was gone and the sky opened up right in front of me. My skin became smooth and creamy. I looked at my reflection in a crystal clear pond. My figure was upright and slender, as it had once been. My hair flowed down my back and my eyes were bright and clear. I turned away from the pond and found myself looking at a large wooden frame. It called to me as any inviting opening would.
I stepped through it. On the other side I was in a torch lite hallway of stone walls, moist, rough and cold. A dank smell enveloped me and I could hear voices, laughter, music and revelry in the near vicinity. Slowly, I drifted toward the noise, it seemed to be coming from behind a large wooden door with heavy hinges and knobs. My hand reached to a large bronze door knob, I twisted the knob, my efforts in vane the door was stuck. I could hear the party on the other side. I was anxious to join the revelers.
I pushed my whole weight against the door and still nothing happened. My shoulder edged its way through the wooden door leaving the rest of me suspended between the two rooms.  A man dressed in a tuxedo reached through me, grabbing the knob twisting it and suddenly his spirit was mirroring mine.
His spirit was vicious and nervous. He seemed to momentarily sense my presence. His facial muscles ticked as if trying to brush me away with his mind. It occurred to me that in that moment he could feel me but he couldn’t see me or know what I was seeing in him. His demeanor was cold and calculating his plan lay out in front of me. Sketched was a visual of his itinerary, his intentions an aerial view, sinister and dark. All of this I felt, as sure as I had ever felt, the sun on my face.
I felt a flash of pain, my mangled car, lights, people and sirens enter my consciousness but urgently and without consideration, I pushed it away. I needed to hinder this man’s plan and I needed to do it at the expense of my own resuscitation.

To be continued....

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Wonderful Magpie 36

I must admit that the first thing I do when I turn on the computer is check my comments. Not because I need your praise but because I need you. Your words they are like little friends that greet me each day. They are more meaningful to me than I ever imagined anything inanimate could be. I am like a child opening gifts on Christmas morning. Thank you for the gift of your words.





Magpie Tales
Open the doors to the soul and let the imagination flow
like a sweet comforting breeze!




I was closed up tight,
Sucking back the loads
Of emotion too heavy to release.
Lest I fall deep in the crevasse,
Never to be heard from again.

Enough, I said to myself
There is no time left for,
this anguish.
All that time is used up!

Write it out,
Release it to the world.
Find the goodness, it is out there
In multitude!
No one’s life is without challenge.
Doesn’t your pain, craziness and complaints
Bore you to pieces?
Write it out,
Let it go.
Open a new door and smell the breeze
The rose garden is in bloom!


 

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Envision


Envision your life as you wish it
Now believe
And
Make it so.


Everyday speak kindness
To yourself
And
Kindness will find you.


Quiet yourself
From the hurt
And
The pain will disappear.


Envision yourself happy
And
Believe that it is a choice.


Love yourself
Without boasting
And
Others will crave to be near.


Stop thinking yourself crazy
And
Start thinking yourself Healthy
It can happen.



Dedicated to individuals who suffer from mental illnesses.





The Dream I had about my Dad

This was a poem I wrote several years ago about my dad. I saw my dad today after 29 years. The excavation process has begun and as a result my cup runneth over. I love you dad. Thank you for visiting. I can rest easy now. No matter what happens now I can rest easy. 







Bas Relief Terra Cotta by the late Georges Jeanclos



Spiraling, ascending heaven bound
Hovering briefly above my earth’s gravity
Avoiding the annoyance of medical personnel
In hot pursuit
Blending into the concrete bas relief
Escaping notice momentarily
The edge of my garment ,
made from the silken fibers not of this world,
reveals my position.
All trying to take me back to the restraints
I’ve escaped from.
The trap set to hinder my freedom
Its metal hinges disguised by many forms
Organic mostly
Me sneaking into open windows
Blending into the darkness of an impoverished room
Or singing in the halls of great cathedrals
Or spinning around the trees avoiding
Militant robotic mechanisms designed for combat
Leaving “the you”
The one that flayed my skin from my bone
and discarded all the flesh between
And looking, searching for “the you” buried by
Sedimentary rock
one that feels
Something good towards me.
Desiring nothing more than excavating
That person that I know exists
before our spirits are separated forever.

The love that I know is there.







Monday, October 11, 2010

Five Hatshepsut Haikus

Hatshepsut: Metropolitan Museum of Art


 

Golden empire
Unimaginable wealth
Story to reclaim

Hetshepsut's Terraced Temple


 

Royal Lineage
Thutmose I and Aahmes
Her two brothers died

The Royal Lineage




Fifteen- eight B C
Foremost of Noble Ladies
Fourteen fifty eight

Very First Female Pharaoh



A Stippled Stone Bust
Man’s ambition in female form
Pharaoh Transgendered
Hatshepsut changes her name

She became King Hatshapsu


Five ships bear her name
A most prolific builder
Fifteen years she ruled



One of Hatshepsut's Ship Travel to the Land of Punt

Hatshepsut's Obelisk in Luxor, Egypt


Hatshepsut's Mummy






Photos were obtained from Google Images

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Divine Air


Fantods erupt with celerity
Desperate recompose
Shallow breath halted
Blocked by liquid walls
Eyes darting and pleading
Make haste
Remove from my lungs
This vile waste

Restore my costal breathing
Threading
Subulate sectorial tubing
And me
Removed and placed in a
Sudatorium
And given a sudorific drug
Attempting to reanimate
And repair
All that should be mine
Divine air
Leaving illness behind


Dedicated to my brother and all individuals who have trouble breathing.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Perfect Poet Award for Week 30 - My Acceptance




The community is vast
it spans the world over
The found friends
sealed by their words,
their kindness
A common thread connects us
binds us to the idea of peace
we are not interested in hateful things
but in our words and the beauty they bring.

I write this short piece as my acceptance of The Perfect Poet Award for week 30. It is dedicated to you dear reader. I am grateful to all those that read and commented on my words. Your acceptance and support mean the world to me.


I nominated the following link. I could easily have nominated so many others as there are wonderful writers out there but this man takes the prize for me this week. If you have not viewed his performance and poem please take a moment. I don't think you will be sorry you did.
http://artswebshow.com/2010/10/07/get-back-performance-poetry/

Thursday, October 7, 2010

My Dream Last Night


Wrapped in sheets of desire
Our bodies not burdened
Minds melding
Exalted surroundings
Feelings rushing the gate, if ever



Fantasy lace paper cuts
Swirled in silken fabric
Air soft
Soothing heartbeats
Blending rhythms
Conjoined consciousness



Getting on with one's loving.

Reason to Love the Season

Autumnal season finale
memorial of spring's youthful beauty
and summer's warm bounty

Nature's true firework
display.

Colors rich
Pharaoh's wear
Peridot and Malachite become
Citrine, Garnet and Pietersite.

Crystalline sky
Amazonite days
Lapis nights
Peach Moonstone
Harvest glory.

Spices craft the air
Nutmeg, Cinnamon, Ginger,
Pine.
Delight the senses.

Bushels of apples
Crisp, wet and delicious.
Squash buttery warm.

Fuzzy socks,
Wooly boots, 
Cuddly sweaters,
Reasons enough
To love the season.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Learn to be Happy


Disenfranchised, barriers abound
Legs that run on two batteries.
Entrances blocked by three inches of brick.
Tables too close together.
Vehicles priced for the rich.
Wages lost.

I walked on the sand
It Soothed my broken heart
With the sound of the waves
Ebbing and flowing.
The negative ions
Pumping my body with
Positive ions.
Feeling peace in my solitude.
Until I couldn’t walk anymore.

But I fell many times
Did I give up too soon?
What scared me more?

Flailing on the ocean floor,
I did that once.
I almost drowned
But for the
Kindness of a stranger
To right me
When I was unable to right myself.

Or just being seen differently.
Just being pointed at and stared at.
Privacy invaded by strangers with questions.
What was it like when they told you.
Would you believe it was the second worst day,
Of my life?
Only the second what was the first?

Hiding my anxiety with a smile,
Being told you are not quite like the others
Sorry we can’t fix you.
Learn to be happy.
You will have no progeny
Learn to be happy.
Put lipstick on.
It is better that you don’t pass this on
Your pool is askew.
Your brain it is okay but the rest of you
Well what can we say about the rest of you?

Don’t get mad at the resentment you
Build in those closest to you.
Don’t be upset when it burns
Or pinches or aches or cries.
That is all normal,
Learn to be happy
That is your life.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

My Dragon


My dragon
he hides from me.

He lives somewhere
in the deep
recesses of my mind.

He steals from me
the grouchies
and replaces me with
golden belly laughs.

He is a dickens
he knows what I am
going to do even before
I do.

He trips me up
and breathes a little fire
in my direction.

He evaporates my water
glass in the middle of the night.

He snores and wakes the dead.

He eyes me with gemstones
and he keeps my credit card
operating against my will.

My dragon he has supplied me
with many baubles
and watches over them.

My husband hates my dragon.
He thinks he is a nusiance.

Optimistic Fall?


Fall it is growing on me with its beauty.
I just don't like what follows it.

I wish I could find away
To love what I don't like
even one little bit.
I am trying to change my thinking
Wrap my head around it.

How do you make something stop hurting?
It is the mind and the body both
It is no joke
Being cold to the bone
Being stuck in a cave
Not able to leave home.

How do you find the sun?
When it doesn’t even shine
For Four months
not once in all of that time.

The grass is dead and the trees are bare
My blood doesn’t flow and I ache everywhere.
I need the sun to survive everyday
Once the winter starts
 I won’t see it until May.

Words

There were books
With words that meant something
They provoked a response.
Some liked what they said
And some didn’t.
Some liked what they felt
And some didn’t.

When they read the words,
Some were challenged,
Made to examine things another way.
They were happy,
That someone took the time,
To write the words.

There were others
Who labeled the words evil.
And felt that no one should, could or would,
Benefit from reading those words.
Those bad words meant something,
Challenging their beliefs.
For some this was very bad,
For others it was celebrated.

They took the word belief
And made it real,
Real for themselves,
And real for others.
And what must be real for themselves
Surely is real for everyone else too.

Some burned the words
They hoped they could remove them permanently
Only they could not
The words had already been read
Already been thought
And those words became real,
To at least one reader.

The air carried the words from village to village
Did you hear about those bad words?
They burned them.
Why did they burn them?
They just caused too much trouble,
Those words.
No one can agree whether they
Are good or bad.

Some said, we must drown what is different.
We must take the book
Soak it in water
Make a new pulp
Rewrite the words
So everyone can agree.
So all can follow it to the letter.
They just couldn’t agree
What those words
Should be.
So they still fight over those words
Thousands of years later
And still they fight.
They evolved into
Lethal fighting machines
Over those words.
Eventually they gave up trying.
Eventually there was no need for words.
No one was left to read them.

Friday, October 1, 2010

My Flame

Magpie Prompt compliments of Willow

Your flame jumps with the current of soft air
Cathartic is your touch.
My heart feels free and open to receive
I found my release.
Supporting me, you release a little more wick
burning off the dead.
With each passing year
The burning hurts a little less.
You provide me the finest oils
To saturate my veins
Once stagnant, now flow.
The light infuses the room
Your glow comforts the space.
I welcome its warmth
And thank God for your grace.



Dedicated to the most wonderful husband
a girl could ever hope for Stephen C. Haskell