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New Years Eve Story — Elves and Vices

This is one I wrote a year or two ago, for one of Rory’s challenges. I found it during the ongoing file management and thought to share it. Beware it’s more than a little spicy! New Years Eve: Elves and Vices‘Twas the night before New Year and all through da clubEvery creature was snorting to…

#TSM239 — Sir Hugh, or le Gros (long)

Chester CathedralLearn more about this magnificent structure here. “Jesus said, ‘the water that I shall give will be an inner spring always welling up for eternal life’ ”— John 4:14 Water of Life [at Chester] Cathedral Sculpture by Broadbent (1994) to celebrate the 900th anniversary of the establishment of the Benedictine Abbey on this site. …

‘Tis I, Marie (repost)

Dave, at A Sound Day, posted a Redbone Halloween song and talked about “The Witch Queen of New Orleans” a real person. That reminded me of a poem I wrote about her awhile back. OK, this one needs a WARNING. Adults only and not for the faint of heart. “Tis I, Marie, you come to…

#FF — Once Upon a Time

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas WARNING: disturbing content, so please skip if you need to. Bel loved fairy tales as a child. She imagined herself The Woodsman instead of Red Riding Hood; the Prince, not Rapunzel; and the Witch, not a child baited by sweets. As a scholar, her interest in myths…

dVerse — MTB — No More Chocolate Before Bed

When the teats on the cows were so tight, and the balls on the bulls were just right; when the corn danced tango on the ass of a pig; when the rat consorted with the goat and then birthed ghoulish vermin, I woke! image: Joan Miró, “The Tilled Field” (1923) I love Dr. Seuss and…

dVerse — MTB — Blueberry Muffins on a Winter Afternoon

A bright blanket of snow shrouds the ground today asan anemic yellow sun deepens shadows near snowbanks.Cradled muffins with blueberries picked in summer bake, their seraphic commit drifting from room to room.Mlady and Dotty are situated in their usual spotsnear the slider door, surveilling cardinals and fox squirrels.I pour a cup of fresh coffee and…

#FF — Chosen by a Goddess

photo (c) J Hardy WARNING: Disturbing content Chosen by a Goddess For years I watched them. My faded blue uniform, dingy yellow pail on wheels with filthy water, and heavy mop gave me a front-row ticket to the show. Every morning and afternoon, they knelt before me, a chorus of chattering goddesses, their firm young…