Sisterhood

women of color

 

Sisters….hmmm?
well, that patronizing downward chin waggle scrape me off the bottom of your manolos look you are glasscutting across the room at me
doesn’t really speak much of
doesn’t really define
sisterhood.
Why do we topple our sisters?
Why does a woman look at another woman 
in That Way?
You know the one….
the one only another woman recognizes as a challenge
a gauntlet thrown down
but instead of an armored glove
a freakishly plucked eyebrow
tilted in your obviously inferior direction
often accompanied by a viciously sharpened tongue…
slut 
skank
scrounger
fatty
Who does it profit when a woman grinds another one down?
Distributing shame should never be a condiment…
and that ladder you clamber up so forcefully
 should never be made of the leftover pieces
of people you have broken.
Sisters.
SISTERS.
Let that prescription for venom lapse
file down those claws.
Pack away the hurdles, the flags, the glossy posters for the pettiness race:
 lets all quit
lets all boycott 
that performance.
A woman’s heart is never indestructible, it never feels things differently
 just because its not yours 
and scars still feel the pain
still throb
long after they fade…
 
©jayetomas2014
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Casper!

 

Casper-Friendly-Ghost-Mobile-Game-for-Halloween-2 casper1 casper2 casper3

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged | Leave a comment

Absinthe Visions ~ a Halloween Re-fit

 

Green_Dream_by_HauntedVisions (Sarah McConnaughey)

Come with me
walk with me
guide me through the alley

 and knock upon the door

with surreptitious glances
giggling deliciously
as we trip across the threshold and
  enter another sphere… 

A welcome shift in perspective
inflamed like a cube of sugar
let me drop into the dwelling place
 of the green fairies 
where the eye can be teased into showing the mind new tricks.
This portal moves at will 
and you follow it at your peril
or your pleasure…
@jayetomas2013
*artwork by haunted visions (sarah mcconnaughey)
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Geese ~ by Michael Shorb

sacred-geese-sophy-white

 

Geese ~ by Michael Shorb

Just north of Valley Falls
  rust mustard hue of
  fading autumn
                chills the marsh
  last storm of
    Canadian geese
  stuns the flyway

      imprinted engines of feathers and cries.

      I wonder how they’ll
    thread their way
  how instincts born of spanning
  northern frosts and raw
  walnut air
            navigate interstate
  haze to pinpoints in
  South American distance
  zeroing back with
  each unerring swoop
  to splashdown
                on a mountain lake
  where reeds bend
  mirrored in watery
  reflections
              of their own swaying

    they and the vanishing geese
  a single string
  stirring
            neutron dance
  sifting
          branches of the actual
  surrounding me like
    breath returning
  when everything else
                        is gone.

 

*artwork by sophy white*

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged | Leave a comment

The Fairies ~ by William Allingham

12376937

The Fairies ~ by William Allingham

Up the airy mountain,
   Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t go a-hunting
   For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
   Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
   And white owl’s feather!

Down along the rocky shore
   Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
   Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
   Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watchdogs,
   All night awake. 

High on the hill-top
   The old King sits;
He is now so old and grey
   He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
   Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
   From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with the music
   On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
   Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little Bridget
   For seven years long;
When she came down again
   Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
   Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
   But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
   Deep within the lake,
On a bed of fig-leaves,
   Watching till she wake.

By the craggy hillside,
   Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn trees
   For my pleasure, here and there.
Is any man so daring
   As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
   In his bed at night.

Up the airy mountain,
   Down the rushy glen,
We daren’t  go a-hunting
   For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
   Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
   And white owl’s feather!

 
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged | Leave a comment

In Memory ~ Happy Birthday Bela Lugosi

10437616_732186906850436_1067978919291510237_n

 

+++ Please all raise a glass of something red tonight, in loving memory of the great Bela Lugosi, born this day the 20th of October in 1882. Gone but never ever forgotten. We salute you sir. +++

https://www.facebook.com/WhitbyDraculaSociety/info

https://twitter.com/whitbydracula

 

 

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , | Leave a comment

The Dreaded

the_nightmare_within_by_lentescura

A wisp
    a scent 
You turn your head, is something there?
Nothing but your imagination, 
the rational asserts robustly,
and the unsettlement caused by the lateness of the hour
the creaking of the roof
the halting…steps…..?
a wisp
    a scent
a fragrance borne upon the drafts of cold air seeping through the chinks
the unguarded
 the places no longer blocked by the stiffening of your neck
Enter the dreaded
while your mind trips over itself to win the race
and reassure
smooth your muscles locked into ironwood
calm screaming nerves as denial pours patronizing honey to slow its grappling hooks flung at your skin
a wisp
   a scent
The dreaded is with you
upon you
unseen
or unadmitted
and very hungry…
as cold tears trail down your spine  
maybe if you don’t look
if you appear placid and unconcerned 
if you can uncurl your white knuckles
unclench your abdomen
maybe it will go
away
or maybe
it never will
because it has never really left you.
Perhaps the dreaded has been invited…
or perhaps 
it is home.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , | Leave a comment