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Black Satin (Blogophilia 18.10)

It is in all caps Not the first, not the last Not my monkey or hers Knowing our own darkness Faded memories of demons long past, Still haunt Tattooed Alice falling Into a Dali landscape Where up is left And down leads to another dimension. Blood is its avatar, its seal Scarlet stains upon the face A solid mass of contusions Pale, faded roses on the black satin bier Screen shout drawing the usual suspects The “heroes”, The vampires Agendas working against each other Struggling against another iteration Of power and subjugation In a tango where both lead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Jessica Brooke Miller Poe paraphrase: Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, -Masque of the Red Death

Girl (Blogophilia 17.10)

Not really attractive Mom hips, no tits Bottle blonde Over coke bottle glasses Too much make up Hiding broken promises Scars real and not Selling again Never say never Something lasting Intertwined Bull to her Bud Riding into the sunset ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic (Never say never)- Kim Herndon Pic- Christine Wichman Pic guesses-Intertwined (in blog), Hearts in the sky, sky writing, Interlocking, Blue sky, Proposal, Love,

Oz in Wonderland (Blogophilia 16.10)

A woman in ruby red shoes Out of place on the porch Blue smock and white pinafore Clutching a rabbits foot Older than the hills, younger than a baby Her story is to behold Long ago In a wheat field The storm blew, lifting her gingham skirts High above the rainbow A yellow brick road in the distance But it was not to be The slide formed Past the pot o'gold she went. Falling, Falling Landing with a bump On top of a blonde haired girl. "Oh, excuse me. She said, lending a hand Who are you?" Brushing the dust "Alice. " She replied "I'm hunting rabbit And, you?" "Dorothy. I'm running from an old maid." Alice frowned "Well, before you rudely dropped in Honey Bunny went left." Curious, Dorothy asked "Is it true what they say?" Alice smirked "Much more to the story Than officially told. I wasn't so innocent I was so bold. Peeking in

Road Trip (Blogophilia 15.10)

“Mommy. Are we there, yet?” The voice had just a bit of a whine to it. “Not yet. We still have a little bit to go.” Kathy reached into the bag at her feet. Out came a bottle of water. She offered it to Emily. “Thirsty?” Brushing a fly off the pale arm, the little girl replied, “No, thanks.” Kathy opened it up and took a swallow, then offered it to Jimmy behind the wheel, who finished it in one long glug. Emily looked out the window. These country roads were boring. Miles and miles of grass fields with cows here and there. Some of them had ponies, but even then they just stood and ate. They probably pooped, too. But the car was moving too fast to see that. It also meant they couldn’t smell it, either. Good. She remembered the school field trip to the zoo. It stunk bad. Cows and ponies probably smell bad, too. Around a curve, an abandoned log cabin stood next to the road. The windows were all broken and the door was missing, which made it look like had a face. It looked

Atlanta Traffic (Blogophilia 14.10)

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The topic this week is “ So many road blocks ”   OK, that naturally bleeds into one of favorite topics, Atlanta roads. Oh, this town is special. Not many places can claim their expressways catch fire and burn to the ground. Add one homeless dude, a rolling molotov cocktail and improperly stored pipe and this is what you get. This is just the latest of the fun.    3 major interstates intersect just south of the state capitol,and they are under construction, all of the time, 24/7. Orange barrels and “temporary” barriers as far as the eye can see. And not just inside the city, but for a 50 mile radius. Because of this experience in constant concrete, the road above was rebuilt in 44 days (the cost hasn’t been fully revealed). You spend your commute time staring at the bumper before you and hope the one behind is paying attention. Nothing worse than being part of the four car insurance seminar blocking traffic.   Then you have I-285 (also known as the Perimeter), whic