shadows are running
breaking bones under foot.
arm twisting branches snap
smearing their scent on contact.
resin oozes as blood,
the pungent sap tickles my nose hairs.
a rustling voice whispers movement.
the fresh earthen breath kisses mine.
my eyes peer into the hidden darkness
as I start peeling the shadows, but
stop my curiosity from going further.
crepuscular rays slice into the woods
verifying our little girl’s nightmares.
grandma’s kiss on my forehead
sets me upright, in bewilderment.
raven of the marsh sounded the alarm
mystic named Marilee listened carefully
first the bull frogs, then the spiders, now this
three signs in three days; mischief was afoot
spirit was in the air, Marilee strived to identify it
A chill pierced her soul; she felt threatened
this was not a spirit guide she knew or a loving ancestor
Clairsentient, she sensed lilac and an ironed linen
an old-fashioned entity, possibly female, but maybe not
you do not know me, the spirit told her
this message entered Marilee’s mind
her neck hairs stood up on edge
the air was heavy; she took a step
the entity followed her
what do you want? She asked
not with words, but in her mind
the lack of answer shook her a bit
the sky was filled with grayscale fuzziness
the woods felt ominous tonight
Marilee walked toward her garden
she had a strong feeling turkey buzzards would be here by morning
an unsettling premonition
The Earl of Sandwich
etiquette … revolution…
finger-lickin’ good
Bad people don't hide very well, they can't keep themselves from coming out to say hello. Eventually, they are caught. So, they make plans, let's call it a game. The 1-foot game.
What is the 1-foot game? Well, it can mean many things. You can be 1 foot away from a person, just in your grasp. You can do a lot to a person within one foot. Imagine the possibilities.
Maybe it means that you have to be one step ahead of everyone else. Maybe one step behind.
Following
Hunting
Inside, everyone is a killer. There are no good people on this earth. Even Gandi had enemies. Is anyone truly worthy of this heaven so many rely on? I don't think so.
What's the difference between psychos and "normal" people? What makes you different? Nothing, one is just more accepted than the other.
"Normal" people used to sacrifice babies to gods. cover themselves in goat blood. stomp on pregnant woman's bellies. Is that normal too you?
One foot ahead.
One foot behind
Watching.
In the wake of the atmospheric river's retreat,
A world clothed in an unusual pale orange hue,
Unsettled I felt, discomfort laced within my heart's beat,
As the sky darkened, the air grew stagnant, still and askew.
Two owls echoed their hoots from either side,
Their haunting calls, the only melody in the night,
But silence soon enveloped the owl's proud stride,
As an eerie presence descended, suppressing their once eager plight.
A shiver ran through me, an unsettling chill,
For in that hushed moment, nature whispered a tale,
Of unseen forces, mysterious and surreal,
And my soul trembled as the night grew pale.
The owls, once guardians of the nocturnal hour,
Now muted, their wisdom withheld and concealed,
A primal unease, like a wilting flower,
A foreboding presence that could not be repealed.
In that boundless pause, amidst the darkness entwined,
I pondered the forces that danced beyond my sight,
For nature, in all its majesty, remains refined,
A vast body of mysteries, both day and night.
I explore the depths of this eerie unease.
~ Welcome to 2022 ~
A time of conventional and possibly nuclear war
where no one can be sure what each side stands for
A time of global power struggles and shifting alliances
in which the old world order cannot be relied on
A time of soaring cryptocurrencies with no real-world basis
challenging existing monetary systems' homeostasis
A time of 'social media' controlling folks' minds'
with algorithm-based feeds both cruel and unkind
A time of pandemics and variants, one after the other
when masked men fear to shake the hand of their brothers
A time of 'us against them,' secular versus religious
of simmering hatreds on the cusp of explosions prodigious
A time of lightning-fast change so shocking and weird
the dominant emotion around us is fear...
The sky is unsettling tonight...
we need rain
I know this--
but why so much thunder
and lightning?
I understand searing science--
yet somewhere deep inside my primitive
the spirit and myth
make more sense....