Hopefully soon I get back to better progress on my manuscript as the moving settles down. Soon we'll be fully in our new house.
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I have always had abandonment issues since I was a very little girl. I try to hide them, but it always finds a way to screw up my relationships and rears it's head at inopportune times. For a short time while I was very little my parents were separated. Dad had been the one to leave. They worked out their issues and dad came back, and I didn't even remember it consciously. It was while dad was dying that he had talked to me about it. After years of work looking for the root this is where I suspect the start was.
In case no one has noticed, I've not gotten as much work done in Selkies' Skins as I'd like lately. I have scribbles in my notebook that I need to type up yet.
There is also a poem written for the weekly challenge on Prose, this time a micro poetry challenge. Artistic Lines could use some views. If you like it please hit the buttons at the bottom to support it. The winner of these challenges receives $100 and the runner up $25. I haven't won one yet but it would definitely be helpful and nice. ;) If sharing it to twitter please use the tags #poetheme and #micropoetry.
It's been requested that I read more Lovecraft stories, so one of the upcoming things you can expect will be me reading "In the Vault" and I intend to do a piece of artwork to accompany the reading. I also have a short retelling of "The Bird" as told by Zayfod that I also intend to do. If you have material that you'd like me to read and have on my Youtube channel please feel free to bring it to my attention. I enjoy cooperative opportunities.
What mythical creature would you like to ensure being put in a poem on my Patreon for May, 2016?
I entered this poem in a contest. There are only a few days left. Please take a look and if you like it then give it a signal boost. First or second place would be nice as it's a cash prize. If you tweet it (the original poem posting) please use the tags #poetheme and #micropoetry.
I only just found out a bit ago about what happened in Paris, with the attacks. Frankly I'm in shock. I can do nothing for the people and their families, friends, and other loved ones. The fact that this is a Friday the 13th does not escape me.
I think very lowly of those gunners. So senseless. At the same time the more generous part of me whispers that there were things wrong with them and that it is not for me to judge. Pain, bad programming, and general stupidity and lack of regard for life and others, viewing people as "the other" does this sort of thing. They'd better be glad I"m not their mother because they would not be happy and I'd give my lecture before letting the world have them take account for their actions, all the same.
During the 6:30 PM meditation in Suhavati, Takeuti, Second Life I had this poem come to me.
I stand here, a marble statue
My wings stretched out over you
My people, far away from me
But even here I see
Would that I were like my brethren
Free to fly to your side, even
For just a moment as the flash
And fire from the barrel crash
My hands stretch up to the heavens
As ancestors made to, all these suns
My prayers however are my own
Let some good come of what sown
I am but carven stone on rooftops
All across your country and in shoppes
Give to these souls and loves some peace
Let not their memory ever cease
My Lord, o Father hear the prayer
That this stone angel doth dare
November's monthly mystical creature poem from the Patreon has gone up, later on I'll upload the Facerig video of it.
Poem Posting: https://www.patreon.com/posts/monthly-
My “Friend” The Gremlin
Oh are you freaking kidding me?!
The coffee’s gone, and my mugs-
Broken all in the cupboard. Whee.
Murphy! Where, you evil lug,
Did you hide my life from me?
My keys now too? I had a meeting.
And there goes the cat out the door.
I guess at least I’m still breathing.
I’ll sit silent and see what’s in store.
Crash and boom! Bang and slam!
Pop and wheeze all around the house.
Tonight’s recipe is now a cryptogram?
That’s it, this problem I’ll soon douse!
Gremlin, gremlin, meet my doorjamb!
See how sturdy a gate it makes?
Tremble, I’ll catch you at last!
Ah, you’ll find at last the shakes.
This trap, it hath you outclassed!
Alas though, the best laid plans
Must all fall to Murphy’s might.
I’ll never know why sanpans
Replaced my barrier so ferrite,
From which came cries of toucans.
Inspired by the Gremlin
* No, not all of my mugs are busted.
Need to get back to finalizing the last of the art for the third part of Book of Seals...
Should finally have time to finish up the next part of Selkies' Skins... don't fee right posting only one pageworth... Though maybe I should start doing those wip sections as snippets clearly labeled as "concept" versus "installment"
Song of the Phoenix: https://youtu.be/gAxCWhAglWY
The Black Cat and the White Hare, AKA Rivals at the Witches' Circle: https://youtu.be/jgkipbSPZVE
I'll be dividing my time tomorrow, if all goes well and I am allowed to, between my testing job and working on the Selkies' Skins manuscript to finish the next installment of that story.
I am still incredibly shy. It is one thing to facilitate a religious ritual or meditation through there. I am used to those and the focus is not on me, even though I do still get nervous at the voice part until I fall into it. When the focus is on me though?
Even with my mild panic attack from speaking and being heard by so many while reading my work for the group, and the coughing fits from the cold I'm fighting (thankfully I HOPE I got the mic off for those), the reading went well. There was audience participation as some of those present volunteered to read individual poems. Dante, Methos, and John Krauss/Grease Coakes were the volunteers. It was really neat hearing how it sounded with others reading them! It was even better knowing that they were being enjoyed.
We even got to hear some of Methos' work after, which was also very cool.
It is a shame that there were people that missed the reading that had expressed interest in going. It was a good gathering just the same though. Something that I like about Second Life for function like this is that once a person has an account and knows the location, or a group to join to ask for the location, it is possible for new people to drop in or wander up. That makes it more open and inclusive, very much like going to a tavern or coffeehouse.
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The book release is November 1st, and the release party will be on November 2nd sometime due to the DJ's (Grease Coakes AKA John Krauss) schedule. The time has yet to be pinned down, but an announcement will be made as to when it will be. For those unable to log into Second Life the url of the music stream will be posted so that they can at least listen to the music too (such as if they are at work and have computer access). The drawing is being done the day after to give party participants time to enter too if they were unaware of the drawing.
By Teresa Garcia, December 12, 2012
For Victoria Davis
Balanced halves in dark and light
In deepest depths and soaring height
Trapped within, life begin.
Waiting, yearning, twisting, churning
Crystalline treasure in the blood
Welling, filling, productive flood
Building high behind the wall
Crushing, rushing, bashing, slashing
Capped up well, dammed up river
Back to the depths, gnash and shiver.
Find the foundation and chip away.
Digging, clawing, ripping, slaying
Time pass by – the water's grown!
Crushing pressure deepest moan.
Too tired to move nor to care
Curling, resting, dying... cresting?
Thunderous crash, sudden release
Expanding rush flailing ceased
Ride the wave and touch the stars.
Stretching, flying, dancing, living
Opened eyes, stirring wind, blazing sun
Greet the new day, birthed and begun
In the hand, a crystal key
Dreaming, Singing, Walking, Finding
Hunt the Sun, and Stroke the Moon
Heed the Earth's bone deep croon
Be the door, to be free.
Flowing, Blowing, Knowing, Growing
I hope the person that got the short story answers soon so I can get their project tucked into my work que.