image link Fandango’s FOWC today is madness and Word of the Day Challenge is ignite. This gloomy weather is getting to me. Today’s offering is both disturbing and frightening. WARNING: It may be triggering and is not suitable for children. Don’t say you weren’t warned! a finger traces an imaginary line down a path…
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Blue Twilight Zone
click for essay, “The obsession with creating ‘perfect female robots’: Should women be worried?” Warning: this post contains material of a sexual nature that is not appropriate for children and may be objectionable to some adults. Last night I watched a 45-minute netflix offering about the subject of fembots, called, “My Sex Robot”. Going to…
Justice*
image link *warning: content may offend some readers Today’s poem is in the triquain form. we found you violating a child trial by villagers; sentenced to death burned at the stake in a bonfire at the churchyard we spread your ashes over our fields you’ve helped feed us for years we give thanks …
Poetry Day 25 — Bride’s Revenge
image link Today’s prompt is “door swings both ways” and the suggested form is triquain . Swinging door made me think saloon. The following is a “triquain chain”. swinging door midnight, Rosie’s Saloon sauntering in, looking for trouble chorus of chairs screech back, bartender grabs shotgun even the girls pause to look, then run…
Father John (content warning)
image link The following is drawn loosely from a documentary I saw and from watching scary movies. Please be warned there is disturbing content and imagery that may be triggering. The elderly priest shuffles down the stone path, carefully balancing with his cane, which is carved with the long-suffering face of a blood-soaked, thorn-crowned…
Merman
image link I’m reclining on an air chaise that has soft arms with an attached table with drink holder and small cooler, in the middle of the pool. In the holder sits a chilled globed glass with orange pineapple juice with grapefruit Stoli over cranberry juice rocks. It is Summer, with a clear sky overhead,…
Day 10 — OctWriPoMo — Blue Eyes*
image link This poem needs an introduction. First, this is *not* an autobiographical piece. It *is*, however, a composite of some of the stories I’ve heard from the victims of sex trafficking. It’s *not* for the weak-hearted. It *is* a story that needs to be told. Secondly, the way it is put together is experimental…
