The Alchemist’s Cauldron

A stack of old books though with candles burning how dark it looks. Bottles and jars there, what do they hold? I can’t see them clearly, so ancient so old. Is that a shadow of a crow or a real one? Look closer with me that together we see.

 

Who Knew?

Shirley’s roommate had the house lit up brighter than a Christmas tree when Shirley

came home from work. Both TVs were on and all the lights save Shirley’s room while

she was on the landline clutching her cell in the other hand in case of a call. Finally her

bedroom TV went out, which meant one less item on, but Shirley had to give up watching

television in the living room or reap her roommate’s hovering, comments and impatient

insinuations. Shirley moved.

 

True Love

Ralph was into things he never admitted to Fran; he never let her in on his secrets. She

was patient and let him be himself, always happy with his company. It happened the car

was confiscated, which put a damper on his extracurricular activities. Fran could have

chuckled to herself about it but the car he was using when that happened was hers. She

had to go to the police department and haggle with them to get it back.

Bye Ralph.

 

 

Smile

Reece was having trouble getting her deposit back on an apartment she had moved from. She was learning the hard way her agent was very dishonest. While having a heated debate during an appointment with the agent one day, the agent angrily blurted out how she was stuck paying Reece’s landlord extra rent because of the date she’d moved that he didn’t expect. (It seemed he and the agent had some kind of arrangement about how long Reece should live there without her knowledge or approval.) That cut what Reece would lose to half the amount, which was better than losing it all.

 

 

The Pacifist

Bruce’s mom couldn’t shake the heartache she felt for Bruce ever since his breakup

with Lucinda. She knew Lucinda was much too old for him and as a graduate student in

Psychology her agenda for him wasn’t romance, but data toward dissertation. Life goes

on, but it was difficult for Bruce to shake off what had happened. A few years later,

Bruce’s mom happened upon Lucinda’s name on a social chat site. She baited her

sending an offer of friendship, which Lucinda accepted. Bruce’s mom let communication

remain open for about a month, then sent a message:

“When I first sent the offer of friendship, there was a bit of relish behind the notion of

telling you off. I decided it wasn’t worth it, not that at times there aren’t things that need

be said. Then I thought I’d start a healing process. Healing for what exactly? We’ve never

been friends. After what you did to my son we’re never going to be. Any salutation or

good will wish would be false on my part. I have no desire to extend my arm around you

and say, “Let bygones be bygones”. As victims of a pre-meditated attempted murder that

includes his sister as affected as we were, I don’t think we owe you, the perpetrator,

anything.

All of this to say I’m removing you from my list of friends. I guess something was said

after all; so much for the soft-cloth mom theory. If you wish to use any of this for

personal or professional dissertation, you must purchase the rights to my property from

me first.”

Right after she clicked send, she removed and blocked Lucinda from her page, got up,

opened a beer and settled back, basking in satisfaction.

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Sunday Is For Vampire July 2018

So I looked up the Chronicles of Riddick that was after I’d watched The Wolfman. Vampires still on my mind I was reminded of a conversation… why? Can’t say, “My friends and I have simple tastes, we drink Busch Light”. “My condolences” I’d said. The beverages offered after assistance given moving a heavy piece, yes could’ve done it myself but I can’t let anyone know, not in public, in daylight; anyway were a higher end, good quality and potency cast to the wayside by simpler tastes. Suit yourself I’ll keep them is what I didn’t say. Later that Christmas holiday the trash men received a bag I know they didn’t throw into the back of the truck for refuse or recycle amounting to a six of cheer. Well appreciated might do it again next year.

Simpler tastes aren’t worth a bite on the neck or anywhere. Thin, watery, cheap blood  let the wolves have him, tear him to bits, move on. I remember walking by a pizza box discarded in the grass two half eaten slices overrun by ants. On the return trip the box was still there, the pizza was gone, a few stragglers remained overseeing the cleanup ensuring nothing left behind. Have fun wolf-friend life’s natural shredder not created by Oliver North, leave his remains for the ants.

We have to look out for each other after all…

Descended From Angels

 

 

Men are descended from the angels

Archangels point of fact

I figured it out as I watched

A prophecy indeed

And contemplated

Now where does that leave us

 

I need you to have my child

He’ll be a special one

He

What about she

Well I can take it away as easily

She gives him that look

That a mother does with child aglow

The light in her eyes more brilliant than he could ever be

Are you kidding me

I could kill you if it were possible any other way

 

The baby stays

We are eternity is all he could say

Yeah looks that way

Esse quam videre

Good

Come with me

 

He lay dying in her arms

His life he gave for hers

You got that right

She loves him anyway you see

She knows

How annoying can that be

Exasperating

 

We were made from that as the story goes

You can’t beat this boys

Made from you and light from him

Within

 

Women rule

That’s too cool

Pure passion shows

 

 

 

Could Be A Novel

 

Oh my poor scrambled brains!

 

‘You want me to give you my groceries? For real, my groc… You want to take the fruit I bought this morning for my babies at the day care? What are you going to do sell them on the street for a fix? Are you serious?’ At this point she hadn’t seen the blade that in his mind he was proudly brandishing. He knew he must be scaring her to death.

 

‘You talk too much’ he’d said.

 

‘No one’s ever said that to me before. I’m usually pretty quiet.’ Bantering back flowed with too much ease though she should’ve been scared, shouldn’t she have been (‘the ongoing question’ ran quickly through her mind)?

 

He took a step forward to take a slash, ‘a knife…’ but she crouched down in a move that’s only done in the movies, stuck her foot out, swiped his ankle and he fell on his backside, ‘good night’, as the knife bounced out of his hand far enough he couldn’t reach.

 

He was certainly surprised and so was she. ‘I’ll be damned, oh yeah, I already am.’

 

With legs a little wobbly she stood back up anyway, walked to the knife and kicked at it catching it just right sending it sailing across the green picnic area she was passing, which was impressive.

 

‘Whoa, caught that just right’.

 

The guy she’d sucker-punched in a sense and knocked on his ass was still a little stunned, his pride having been very bruised along with all else.

 

‘Who is this bitch… Zena… dike…’

 

She continued on to work, apricots, blueberries and 3 oranges in tow. She didn’t look back. No need. ‘Zena, warrior princess or was I Wonder Woman, interesting I’m wearing gold tinted sandals today, no doubt he thinks I’m a lesbian…

 

This is a start to a helluva day’ she thought, ‘and it’s Friday to boot… does that matter, yeah, Fridays always matter and I’ve two days to think about what just happened. Too much, can’t say you’d ever see that coming, maybe I’ll write something about it, build a story.

 

Who knows, could be a novel’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Van Helsing On Deck

 

She felt a sting near the knot tied at her hip. Absentminded she brushed and settled into the chaise and the second sting. “What the…” she brushed again, glanced at her side but it was at her back with another sting. “What…” she sprung sitting up twisted and turned. On the towel was a curled up fuzzy bit of something that’d earned getting brushed off the deck completely. “I come out early before any flying stinging creatures begin buzzing around in a stupor from the heat. Who invited you? How early do I have to get out here” and she settled back one last time. “It better be…”

 

An hour later she came in her body burning dripping sweat. “Shower.” On the way the bits of her lack of swimsuit were peeled and dropped over the hallway fan. “We’ll do this again tomorrow.” The water was adjusted to a hair above lukewarm, she stepped in inhaling relief as her heart rate relaxed from intense heat but at the same time she felt strange, a strange sensation devouring her from the head down like a beak closing over her piercing. She screamed a caw from a raw throat and thought she must be burning, something happened in the apartments, someone was careless, then jumped out grabbing a shirt from the closet in case it were necessary to run outside. The pain wouldn’t stop and she twisted throwing herself through the window and soared. “I’m in the air. How am I in the air…” She opened her eyes gliding above the houses, grounds, trees but staying just below the clouds, the shirt she’d pulled over herself with the big WTF that usually teased cleavage was now full abreast waving in the breeze, her wings spread through the capped sleeves. “How is this possible? This is so cool.” Then she saw him running into an open area. He looked up at her extending a leather clad arm, “come back!”

 

“Who the hell… Ha, I think not. WTF appropriately so…” she pushed like a swimmer would to pick up speed and soared higher feeling something give way inside as his head to his arm were covered in a whitish-brown spatter. “Look what I did” she cackle-cawed. “That’s supposed to be good luck you know.” Something glittered golden in the sun on her claw as she mused WTF strikes again. She lunged for speed and it snapped like a weak thread. Caught in the breeze it turned up revealing a dainty engraved oval. “Plated, wouldn’t you know” shaking it off she flew.

 

“Wonder when this wears off. Can I change when… ? How… ? Oh, that’s right, grilled fresh tuna and cut up a salad… tonight… Guess I’ll find out.”

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday Is Still For Vampire But I’ve A Book To Read

 

The first cardinal rule in Philosophy is never assume. Isn’t it amazing in a very sad way that’s what most people do from just a glance and what piss-poor attitudes they have when it turns up they’re dead wrong? What makes it worse is everyone else’s attitude toward the assumptor / assumptorette when it becomes apparent there was 100% no truth anywhere. The vanity scale goes through the roof but there’s no one else to blame, after all; you’re the bonehead who believed without knowing a damn thing, without instinct or thought process. Is there a lecture in this? Nah, but Petra’s mind was still rattled from the last staff meeting. “Does she honestly think we’ll all believe she’s that kind of intuitive, like a mystic or something and we’ll fear our thoughts because she’ll know them before we even think them? She’s in our minds is she? If it’s a joke it’s a bad one.” The director had opened the meeting with a shocking revelation in her menopausal mind state to startle everyone into unquestionable obedience and servitude through fear. She knew everyone’s thoughts. She knew what everyone was thinking without speaking. Intangible objective knowing was simply her state of being, her job. The other side of that bad joke was Emma, the lead on the floor who got caught taking 30-minute 10-minute breaks, using her laptop to write a book instead of doing her job, and utilizing the office equipment to print everything off. She had actually gone on a tirade blaming Petra for her actions although at first it seemed like generalizations of bad excuses. It turned out it was her fault because she was efficient on the floor. She got so much work done so well that it burdened Emma and left her no other choices. There was just nothing left to do. The kicker was the director allowed it to be dumped in Petra’s lap. She hadn’t even realized it until the director’d asked, “Does anyone have anything to say?” Petra had been listening and thinking how glad she was this catty, petty complaining had nothing to do with her to get sucker-punched with a baseball bat that the meeting wasn’t an emergency staff meeting but her personal lynching trial. The director was looking right at her as Emma ranted on about how she wasn’t going to apologize to her for her abusive language and berating in front of the staff and students. “You aren’t paying attention”, the director had said. “I am… I’m listening.” “Do you have anything to say?” Petra was briefly stumped. “Well, I had no idea this was going to turn out to be a meeting about me.” Her voice cracked a little. The director and Emma thought for sure they had her. What they didn’t understand was it wasn’t an indication they were breaking Petra down, she was pissed, mortified at the utter absence of professionalism with the open-door policy permitted that if there was a complaint about another co-worker to come to the director’s office and tell her. Instead of diffusing the director would go to the person complained about and level accusations. It was as bad as allowing catfights as opposed to cockfights. The facility was run by women. There would be none of those although some of them thought they had spiritually acquired the specific appendage. “What’s next, inviting people in off the streets to place bets?”

 

One thing Petra knew and had been observing since she was a kid, “You learn a lot about people when they think you’re weak or stupid.” Didn’t most of them love to think she was stupid or they each were lord over her? Oh yes, they sure did. “Let them have go. Hopefully I’ll survive it.” She knew, well suspected already but would find out exactly what was running this place. If she played it right, it might just get its long time coming spring-cleaning.

 

Sunday Is For Vampire

 

Watching vampire flicks

This one took the cake

On a spaceship

Nothing but darkness

Oh boy

A vampire’s joy

And the fools thought they had a find

Let us dock, board and look around

Add up what net value’d be

Even the legendary destroyer of your kind

This time would not succeed

There was just no way

Too many centuries have gone by

There would be no cure

No salvation found

Written in

For anyone

The option, run the ship aground

 

Being the sun

 

Pool cue stakes

Could work why not

But

No dust in the air, no flame

Corpses here and there

No special effects

Bad acting abounds

Ancestry rose to the occasion not

Mina no, Van Helsing nay

Though Mina warned beware

The crew couldn’t care

Vanity overrode the day, or night

A stake for one a stake for all

She lamented I told you so

The biggest stake for you

To collide with the sun

Enough light you think

No darkness UV protect

 

Now you’re through

 

But

The tough guy lay with the pretty bot

Former pleasure bot not always a narc sub-plot

Yeah, there was one of them too

No one knew

Should have seen the captain’s face

At any rate

Happy together moments tick away

Didn’t have to tell him twice

Explosion boom ship alight symbolic behind the scene

Leaving space debris

And the credits began to roll

Didn’t see that one coming

I sat with my mouth ajar

Thinking

Guess we won’t jettison the count

And all would be cured

Tie breaking gravitational pull

 

Exhale we’re safe!

 

But no one knew how to navigate

How do you drive this thing

Survivors in shock

What just happened?

Thanks for remembering

Removing the stake

The hole in my heart healed up

Now he’s gone Drac Orloc

But no

I know why I don’t have a copy

I said aloud

To no one at all

Right then crystal clear

I love movies, even if it’s a B

Fine with me

Not this time

At least it was free

 

Well, I did buy a copy eventually

 

 

 

Fair Warning My Prince

I’m tired

Let’s sleep

How many times must I tell it default?

Lost count

Hmm, Count

Delirious

Pleasant fatigue

Stop

Relax

Cuddle up with Drac

You know

That Prince Of Darkness

He drinks your blood

Handsome enough

Do I care?

Can I resist that come hither stare

To sink his reeth here, thither and yon

Do I want to?

If I fall asleep will he get the hint?

Go out

Have fun

What happens in Vegas

Or somewhere else

Stays as it goes

If you wake me with your bite

A stake for the heart my passion’s delight

I’ll give you undead

To cut off your head there’s no need

My slumber disturbed

Makes it fright night

Not for me but for you if you play this way

I’ll vacuum your ashes

Annoyed I’m awake

Bite the actress instead

Voyeur from my bed

Settling in

Better now

There, there

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