riptide dream

panic swell drag
roiling memories
buried under deep sea
now a swirling riptide
as I swim towards shore
grateful to not drown
as I am pulled closer
towards morning light

photography of body of water

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aubade #30days

anodic aurora approaching
celestial waves rising
dancing with the sun

2016-06-25 20.12.02

Snow days get me in a cooking mood

Sunday snow day menu:
Fresh Collards
Fresh Black Eyed Peas
Homemade Cornbread (fuck jiffy mix!)
Baked Chicken w/Onion Soup Sprinkles
Jasmine Rice
Homemade Lemonade

I had plenty of onions and peppers plus fatback for the greens and peas. I’m going straight up soul food today. Then I’m getting busy with my course stuff.

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Heat Index of the Diabolical Grape, or Iconoclastic Mold Punch

Puss could fry in this heat
I protested the fierceness of the crematory conditions outside by remaining indoors
day four of me ceasing to inbibe cigarettes
I need clear air to breathe in this hot hell-bound wind
though if you’ve watched as many Hellraiser films as I have
Hell isn’t described as a hot place
it’s a state of mind for the morally corrupt
for those who have chosen to lose their state of Grace
told you I get warped in this heat

would a placenta’s liquid grow firm and rubbery with the introduction of egg-frying heat?

I once saw a teenaged girl’s jelly shoes stick to pavement
115f degree weather in Dallas when I was eleven (church youth group trip)
my brother would wait until it was hot and humid in midwest summery heat
when my parents were away at work
he’d use his chemistry set, a spot of gasoline, and a few bottles
to make his own homemade mini-bombs to smash on the driveway pavement
don’t buy your kids chemistry sets

I used my little Bensen burner to fry marshmallows and
make marshmallow chocolate bar n’ graham sandwiches
smores or ghost egg/ectoplasma gravy
you choose the labels here

ever see the episode of the woman living in the city
while most people had abandoned it in search of colder climates
Twilight Zone
The sun in the picture she painted began to melt
I pray my a/c lives long and hardy these last few weeks
I bleed hard and quick in such heat

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Yellow Pollen #8 by Cherie Ann Turpin (30 Stories in 30 Days) #30days

Yellow Pollen #8

by Cherie Ann Turpin

(30 Stories in 30 Days)

#30days

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Yellow pollen.  Burning throat, swollen membranes.  That’s what I remember it starting out to be, but that was before we stopped going outside all together.

Yellow pollen.  Changing people, changing the animals, the plants.

It’s the same place, this hotel, only different now with the change.  We do try to find ways of staying cheerful in midst of disaster, and nothing keeps me from joining a party with my favorite people, people I want to be around, not even that ghastly yellow pollen killing us slowly.  I saw mostly men in suits, including Walt who eventually sat next to me after getting a refill of his cranberry and vodka, plus a retired athlete who seemed a bit shorter than expected but very welcome:  he had whitish blonde hair, blue eyes, very warm—he knew me for some reason—I touched his shoulders and we hugged.  I think this was a banquet of sorts, not a card game.  He leaned over told me it was last call for drinks before the card game.  I shouted out lemon vodka to the bartender, then corrected myself by saying, “I meant lime vodka.”  He nodded,  replying with “oh, yeah, right I know what you mean,” and started making it.  I sat down at the table.  This was what was one of a few fragments left of human civilization, or what I thought of as our few bright moments of pleasure before the inevitable cessation of our existence, at least on this planet.

Sometimes I like to pretend I don’t remember how it began, but I prefer to keep my lying limited to fooling my rivals at the card table.  Truth is, I can’t forget it.  The scars in my lungs, nose, and on my arms from the burns remind me of the spores that felt like pins of fire shooting through me and around me as it swirled into our atmosphere.  We unfortunate few who are now left are all that remains after the small contingent who were selected randomly by the invading alien race departed in strange oblong ships.  yellow_pollen

The change started with what had been assumed to be tree pollen during late spring not so many moons ago.  It rolled in like a fog, settling on every surface outside like a bright, thick carpet of snow.  Asthmatics, pregnant women and the elderly were the first to be warned to stay inside; schools were closed, and people in general were warned to avoid touching this “pollen” that continued to fall from the sky, accumulating on cars, buildings, bushes, and just about any other outside surface left uncovered.  Eventually, no one dared leaving their home without layers of protective clothes and masks.  The shelters were packed with homeless people attempting to escape exposure to the outside air.

Some teenagers thought it would be cool to use their snowboards and skateboards to plow through the yellow piles of pollen like snow, only find discover to their horror the difficult and painful consequences of rolling through a substance that, upon contact with skin, felt like tiny needles of fire shooting through every nerve.  Several young men were admitted to ER with chemical burns, and at least two died as a result of complications stemming from third-degree burns and anaphylaxis.  A national state of emergency was declared after scientific discovery of what had been long feared to be a contamination of the environment by a biological substance of alien origin.

This was not pollen.

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