My ode to growing old gracefully.

Originally posted on The Thought Harpy:
Ode to Menopause Her fan cuts the air The flutter of angry bird wings In terror flight, into the gloom of night She embraces the CHANGE With sweat, Hair drips, And a vociferous, “Puta madre!” Echoes, echoes… Skin, a sacrificial immolation An offering to the Diosa de las Viejas.…

Tangled Tales: Ashes

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
“I want my ashes scattered in San Francisco Bay,” said my sister Roxanne. “Do you know how many bodies are dumped in San Francisco Bay every year? You’ll be down there with Laci Peterson’s head,” said Phil. Jeremy looked shocked. “What?” I don’t know why Jeremy looks shocked at anything…

Feet on the Floor

Originally posted on DiAnne's Scribbles:
When our feet hit the floor in the morning,?We know we’ve been given at least?one more day,And for that gift?we should be grateful. Many times peril has put obstacles on our stage,Forcing us to become heroes in our own play.And, after so many acts in so many plays we…

The Sculpture

Originally posted on Dysfictional:
In my tiny prison, I barely have room to stretch my legs. I don’t know how much time has passed since I was imprisoned, but time is of little concern to me; all that concerns me is escape. I will not rest until I am free. I was once queen of…

Short Story Sunday: Holy Grail

Originally posted on Vampire Maman:
“I found this in the ship wreck.” “What is it?” “The Holy Grail.” “Another one?” “Looks like it.” Durce stood with his friend Morant on the cold beach as they examined the golden cup. Morant stood with a seal skin over his shoulder, dark hair dripping salt water, and wearing…