Forgotten Flowers
By
Patricia Harris
Faded blooms
Floating down stream
Forget me nots
Don’t mean anything.
When you promised forever
With flowers in your hand,
I believed you with no demand…
But here I sit with forgotten flowers
And forever but a dream.
This kind of feels like a multiple update type of post.
I think that’s all I have to say today. My life is currently in flux, so I am not sure if I can do anything that I have ideas for. I do know that I have to keep moving forward.
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.
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.
Okay this is not going to be an assigned thing. I may decide to do it instead of a normal weekday post, as I am this week…or I might drop it in randomly as I feel the desire. The Fae Corps Blog Does a Saturday TBR and they are not always books that we have read, but ones that look good amongst the recommendations we get. These are all going to be ones I have read, and This will be my clear thoughts on them. Now as I sometimes sign up to be an ARC reader, I will not always have the link for you to buy the book…but I will try to post when any I do miss the link on are live.
I have always been a voracious reader. I go through a trade paperback in about 4 hours. Since I have started publishing, finding time to read seems like a bit of a luxury. Not because I don’t read now…on the contrary. I am always reading things that people send me to publish, to edit, just to get opinions on. So reading for fun just seems like something I really don’t get to do as often as I would like. I have thousands of books on my kindle. And enough paperback and hardback books that it often causes fights. (My boyfriend’s of the opinion that if I am not reading them I should donate them). I keep the ones that I am willing to re-read. That means that eventually I will pick them back up.
But the last few books I have indulged in…Ones I sought out for personal pleasure that had nothing to do with publishing…I found myself taking a couple of days to read. Simply because I was enjoying them, so I would put them down and stop for a couple of hours to do other things before coming back to them. So I realized that maybe beyond the Goodreads/amazon/and the like reviews…maybe I should take the time to tell you guys about these books.
I see hundreds of ARC opportunities. I have so limited time. I sign up for the ones that Really catch my mind. The latest one was a group of books that were all interesting looking mostly because one of my favorite authors was a part of the group. I will be getting a new book once a week until Halloween (as I understand it.) The first one came in a few days ago. I forced the issue of being able to get to read….something that is such a luxury anymore.
The first one is a Cinderella meets King Midas retelling titled Cursed by Gold by Jamie Dalton . Cinderella is named Scarlett. Midas is King Remme. The characters are strong. The imagery is immersive. The romance is there without being borderline erotica. I found this one to be a nice action packed tale. I did feel like the timing could have been a bit better, some of the story dragged while others felt rushed…but it could be a personal issue based on the interruptions at the moment I was in each place. I really do recommend it. I enjoyed the story.
I will probably be doing the next one in a few days as I just got the ARC today.
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…
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 .
Lyrics –
But I’ve had one too many cigarettes burning up my lungs
Had the taste of one too many lips hanging of my tongue, oh, oh
Sunday morning getting high, drinking here alone
Thinking up a brand new alibi for not coming home, oh, oh
And I’m sorry I lie so much
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I’ve got habits to break
I’m really good at being good at goodbyes
I’m gonna give you fair warning that I
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I don’t learn from mistakes
And I’m not here unless I’m here by your side
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I
Sover up and settle down, give a little talk
‘Bout how I can’t keep from runnin’ ’round
Say it’s such a fault, oh, oh
And I’m sorry I lie so much
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I’ve got habits to break
I’m really good at being good at goodbyes
I’m gonna give you fair warning that I
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I don’t learn from mistakes
And I’m not here unless I’m here by your side
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
I’m gonna give you fair warning that I
Will be the reason for the tears in your eyes
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I’ve got habits to break
I’m really good at being good at goodbyes
I’m gonna give you fair warning that I
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
Lord knows I don’t learn from mistakes
And I’m not here unless I’m here by your side
I’m gonna give you fair warning that I
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
Oh woah, oh woah, oh
I’m not a saint, but I could be if I tried
My 2 cents –
Things are starting to calm down a wee bit. I am starting to get back to working on my own personal self and the stuff I need to do. I’m looking forward to planning for the next step .
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.
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.
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