French Christmas

Random Lame-O Update

It's lame, I know, putting up a post that's not a real post.

But can I just tell y'all, out there in non-blog land, I'm killing it. Life,that slippery little siren, is throwing me curve balls and I'm pulverizing them left and right, with a chainsaw in one hand and a throwing star in the other. We're sort of at a stalemate today, and I'm just staring her down all dirty and and covered in sweat, asking:

Really? Is that the best you've got?

It almost makes not having time to show up here worht it. Almost, but not quite.

To be continued ...

Ripples on the surface

What are you practicing?

She doesn’t need muscle or brute force to do it. The moon, in her bone-white starkness, sits on her throne in the sky and brings the tides to heel.

I’ve a nasty habit of letting myself fall into someone else’s orbit, but not on this spring evening. My hands are gripping the rope and I’m pulling myself up and out towards my own center of gravity.

I can’t strip the water from the sand, not yet. But I can make tiny cat’s paws on the surface.

So what’s up with the random prompt? You can find out here.

 

Photo via Christine Mandich.

In the Forge

Where do you feel?

Not in the heart. Deeper down than that, someplace less vaulted, someplace made of fire and ash. Where things are sent to be torn apart, broken down, worked on slowly by the blacksmiths. They temper with a strong hand and when it glistens, they sent it up to that lofty place, smiling secretly because they know they did all the work.

So what’s up with the random prompt? You can find out here.

Photo via Christine Mandich.

Full Fledged Full Faced

How do you howl at the moon?

At 2:00 a.m. the moon bends down and fills my bathroom like a flood light. I shrug off this human skin, it slips to the floor without a shriek of protest, all the chatter and the whispers and the fretting drip off, tumbling down the stairs and scattering into the cracks.

Barebacked I see the valley of my spine shining like a fin.  Half animal, half something else, I stargaze while this sharp seam holds the hemispheres of my body together.

So what’s up with the random prompt? You can find out here. Also, this post is in honor of last night’s Super Moon.

Photo via Christine Mandich.

A little bit of bloodletting

What is flowing through your veins right now?

It was thick like tar and now, now it begins to heat and hiss. I can feel it twist up slow like rising mercury.

Meanwhile little rows of fangs slice at my heels, as if they could snag deep enough to draw it forth. They don’t know my blood has grown thorns. 

So what’s up with the random prompt? You can find out here.

Photo via Christine Mandich.