Wednesday whisper

The Great Amazing Maxioff

By

Serena Mossgraves

They don’t make handcuffs like they used to. Magic was once a true skill, but anymore even a child could break free of the flimsy craftsmanship. Dale sat there mourning the days of vaudeville as he held the broken cuffs. He had planned this show for months, and replacing the cuffs would be the proverbial straw that broke the show. So many things had gone badly, he was beginning to doubt that he would even make opening night.
Stage magic was a dying art. He knew getting the audience would be difficult. Still he wanted desperately to try. With malfunctioning props though, he felt the doubts creeping in. ‘Just one show,’ he found himself silently wishing. ‘If only I can do just one perfect show! It would mean everything!’
From the darkness of the theatre, that he believed was empty, came the wheezy voice. At first he startled, afraid that he was imagining it. “And what do you offer, for the one perfect show?” Searching the seats, Dale was surprised to see a small wizened man sitting in the first row.
“Who are you, come closer! I thought myself alone. If I spoke, it was only for me. ” He clarified the point as if the thought was scandalous somehow. His mind decided that he had spoken the thought. It was after all the only way it could have been heard.
Laughter rang across the theatre as the man stepped up to the stage. “What’s a name matter, I asked a question. What would you give for your perfect show? Pretend that you imagined me, and then answer! You never know, perhaps the universe will hear you.” His crackling laugh roughened his voice, making it hard to understand.
Dale considered the question. He ran it over and over trying to figure out if he should answer or not. Finally, seeing no reason why he should not answer, blurted. “Anything. I would literally give anything.” The little man smiled.
“Granted!” The man vanished. Dale awoke with a start. The theatre was empty! Sitting next to him was the antique handcuffs he had been so lucky to find. He shook his head at the weirdness of dreams, and continued to rehearse. Opening night was but a day away.

Two days later….

The audience was excited. Word was the show the night before was perfect. All of the tricks had been masterful! The Great Amazing Maxioff (aka Dale) was a superb showman. The lights in the theatre lowered and the curtains were drawn… To display the corpse of the magician who had apparently passed on.

temporary health hiccup

Meme - Not today

normally I have a song to post on Tuesday. I am so sorry but I am currently in the process of being ill. and I just can’t think of what to pick .I have scheduled the rest of the week but I just don’t have the mental ability for Tuesday.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

You Saved Me

By

Patricia Harris

You say that you feel
like you were a curse…
before you I was a soul
lost in the void.
I had no idea
what I should do
or who I was…

I had never seen
anyone else
remotely like me.
until you.

you saved me,
by introducing me
to who you are.

Friday Share

Friday Share

So you found a new book?

Or maybe you just published one?

Did you find a new webcomic that you like?

Or a song you think everyone should hear?

No need for explanation…Just Share it.

You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!

Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.

Post links in the comments.

Occasionally I will too.

Thursday Thoughts

FAQ

My child is going to check out a very possible house this week and I am going to be going with them to look. By the time this posts we will have seen it.

I am planning for a new desktop upgrade -which is a fairly involved process. files need to be sorted .

my current pos tried to die on me so the desktop has to be dealt with . we got it back but it has a limited time…

Wednesday whisper

Poetry

Sirens lullaby

By

Serena Mossgraves

Blood in the street,
youth for the reaper to greet.
regrets pour from the end
of the gun like just another rainstorm .

Perhaps the community is so used
to playing the game,
oh well that's just fireworks again...
and the reaper's approach
will go unnoticed.

Or the sirens will be the lullaby
the infants remember
because of how oft they have
heard them .

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Welcome Back

By

Patricia Harris

The door was closed
So long ago on who
We were, forgotten children
Pretending to be human
In the world turning us into
Monsters.

Taking away the idea
That were allowed to
Play, allowed to be
Happy…

Welcome back
To the forgotten places
Where childhood stows.

Friday Share

Friday Share

So you found a new book?

Or maybe you just published one?

Did you find a new webcomic that you like?

Or a song you think everyone should hear?

No need for explanation…Just Share it.

You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!

Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.

Post links in the comments.

Occasionally I will too.

Thursday Thoughts

FAQ

So, I have said that my family is falling apart.

In some ways it has been doing that for a while now. My Boyfriend and my youngest child have finally decided that they cannot stand each other. Father and child have reached the point where the child has grown and has been for a few years but the father could not see it. There are other factors…but this is the gist of my current situation.

The child called my parents to generally see about getting advice/help. And left out context. So my parents were worried. My father decided that he needed to scream at me. So I am stepping back from contact there.

My eldest is having family issues of his own. Nothing that I can help with, Though I ache for the pain he is feeling.

So, I am struggling with the ties that family bring. I am about to have an empty nest as my youngest child is looking at moving out. Which is not a bad thing for them, but I will miss seeing them most days. While they do not get along with their father, We are close.

I don’t know how the next few months are going to be for me mentally. I am trying to look at the brighter side of this.

My studio will be moved inside to my child’s former room. This means I will have electricity in my studio. (The current one does not have electric, which means I am limited on the time I can be in it.)

My Boyfriend’s room will be moved downstairs. That means My bedroom can be moved into his current room. My current bedroom will be turned into a full office space for me. Allowing me to have more space. The Bathroom upstairs is in his room. So I will have an easier access to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

I will be able to have time with my child without the normal irritation that comes from the interaction they have with their father. I am just going to have to drive to them. Perhaps that is going to be a minor vacation once a month. I am planning to spend the weekend once a month at their house…so I may end up having a late blog one week out of the month. Though I don’t Know. If I can gather a laptop that might not be a thing.

Wednesday whisper

Wednesday whisper
Poetry

What the Dead Know

By

Serena Mossgraves

Regrets add weight 
To the soul,
Leaving knowledge
Of what life has been
Stripped away
From all that was
Worthwhile.

Instead of fighting with
What the Dead know,
The living should be
Thinking about how
To live instead.