For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: visitor.
Stranger
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: visitor.
Flying home from Chicago in September, I was on the right side of the plane and got to see the sunrise.



For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: flight.
Happy Halloween, darlings, and let’s make you scream.
I am the Witch of Fourteenth Street, at least, I take a woman over on Fourteenth Street on Halloween. I can’t control her year round, but once a year at midnight, she is mine. Mine, mine, mine.
There is only so much evil one can do from midnight to one am once a year, but THIS year. Oh, darlings, this is so much FUN. She already identifies as a feminist. I can’t make many changes, but I can get away with one. A dating screen. Or a dating scream, if you prefer. While I am in her brain, I tweak a neuron here and a neuron there: just a little. If you mess with too much, they go all schizophrenic on you and some witches have been trapped in brains. I’ve been delicately tweaking this brain for years. Just a touch and then out and wait for the results.
Delightful.
So she wakes on November 1, and does she notice? No. I have to tweak lightly, so my touch doesn’t even go into effect right away. In fact it takes months. She is just having the result now.
“I have a new dating screen,” she says to a male friend. “Have you ever read a trashy romance?”
“No. Why would I?” says her friend.
“That’s my new screen. All these guys I know say “I don’t understand women.” If I ask them if they’ve read a romance, they act all insulted. They say why would I do that? The conservative ones act like it is beneath them.”
“Um.” says her friend.
“But if these guys are interested in women, why aren’t they interested enough to study women’s culture? Romances show exactly what our culture is packaging for sale to women. Bodice rippers. Harlequin Romances. And so forth.”
“Well, I’ve read two articles in Cosmopolitan about women.”
“The truth is that most men think women’s culture is beneath them. It is unimportant. They scorn Harlequin Romances, knitting, women’s work, women’s culture. And guess what? I don’t want to date some jerk who thinks he’s superior to me. Men expect women to respect male culture, but they have no respect for women at all.”
“Hey, not all men.”
“Yeah? Will you read a romance?”
“I have a long list of important reading.”
“Oh. I am disappointed. I would like to discuss a romance with an intelligent male. Never mind.”
“Uh, well… Um, maybe you could pick one that would get your point across.”
Oh, darlings, aren’t I the greatest witch in the world? I primed my victim with quotations. “Women’s virtue is man’s greatest invention.” Cornelia Otis Skinner (1901 – 1979). “In passing, also, I would like to say that the first time Adam had a chance he laid the blame on woman.” Nancy Astor (1879-1964). “I thought that the chief thing to be done in order to equal boys was to be learned and courageous. So I decided to study Greek and learn to manage a horse.” Elizabeth Cady Stanton (1815-1902). My victim has been thinking about the quotations and has reached a conclusion.
And darling, do you think she will find anyone to date?
Shall we start a pool?
(Evil laughter.)
Rainshadow Chorale is going to sing like Shakespeare birds on November 5th and 6th. I think this will be another delightful and really fun concert. I tried out for a solo wearing a cowgirl hat. My hat got a solo. I got a small group part. I’m too jealous of my hat, of my hat.
Why a cowgirl hat for Shakespeare? You’ll have to come to the concert to find out! We have composers ranging from Purcell to modern, all using Shakespeare’s words.
Anyhow, mark your calendars. My father was one of the initial eight choral members in 1997 and I joined in 2000. Sing on!
Here is our website: Rainshadow Chorale.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: birds.
The pandemic splits the thin veneer of civilized behavior
like a heavy maul falling on delicate antique wood
and wild fear emerges and riots through the streets
while some hide, some stay calm
and try to sooth the selfish unleashed beast
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: veneer.
Taken in 2015.
This is a compilation poem from more than one song and more than one person I’ve dated. A friend and I really dislike a song her husband sings that has the “I wish that you had told me” line. We make faces at each other and whisper, “We wish that you had listened.”
Sometimes I am treated as an admiring audience by a male. At least, that is the role he would like me to play. I get pretty bored pretty quickly. If he doesn’t give me reasonable floor time, if he doesn’t listen, well, goodbye. Find another female slave. One male tells me that my poetry doesn’t matter. I think, oh, I guess it doesn’t matter to YOU, but it certainly matters to ME. There is a certain wicked enjoyment in writing poetry that references his words, heh heh. Enjoy!
October 8, 2022
________________________
always on your mind
the songs you sing
I was always on your mind
you wish that I had told you
isn’t that a lie?
you told me never to ask you
to do anything. Ever.
what was always on your mind
you told me many times
you could read mine
what was always on your mind
you said you could read mine
I wish you had. Even once.
what was always on your mind
was your fantasy me
who obeyed your every wish
what was always on your mind
was that I would wait at home
available to listen or for sex
what was always on your mind
your terror of the ball and chain
that I’d entrap you into marriage
what was always on your mind
had nothing to do with me
I tried hard to tell you
what was always on your mind
had nothing to do with me
I tried hard to tell you
what was always on your mind
was a fantasy. Not me.
How can you be surprised I’m gone?
you wish that I had told you
you say I was always on your mind
I wish that you had listened even once
_______________________________
I took the photograph on Marrowstone Island a few days ago.
every time a bell rings an angel gets its wings
what sound is the opposite of a bell?
a bell that has lost its tongue? its voice?
a silence when shaken?
a bell rung that doesn’t speak
an angel’s wings are lost
what have they done?
how have they failed?
and why
_____________
the ineffable silence
remains
Doesn’t the bluff look like the layers of a cake? Or trifle?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bake.
Many thanks to the Edge of Humanity for publishing my article:
I am still enjoying my photographs of The Great Port Townsend Bay Kinetic Sculpture Race. Above we have a Kinetic Kop in action, just as the parade is starting! Stop the cars! The sculptures are on the move!

All of the color and costumes are so fabulous, especially after quarantines and isolation. Red, orange and yellow predominated!

Talents show up! Walking on stilts in costume with wings!

These racers are having a grand time!

A serious discussion on the Kiwanis Train.

Kop Kar, I mean, Kykle.

Mud, mud, glorious mud, nothing quite like it for cooling the blood!

Waiting for their turn at the Mud Bog.

Superlative Feathers!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: superlative.
BLIND WILDERNESS
in front of the garden gate - JezzieG
Discover and re-discover Mexicoβs cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada
Or not, depending on my mood
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain!
An onion has many layers. So have I!
Exploring the great outdoors one step at a time
Some of the creative paths that escaped from my brain!
Books, reading and more ... with an Australian focus ... written on Ngunnawal Country
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Coast-to-coast US bike tour
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