Inadvertant Sabbatical

Due to the intensity of a new job position, I have temporarily suspended my writing pursuits. When things settle, I will return. Thank you for your blog reading patronage.

-The Management

RevMedx’s XStat Sponges Seal Gunshot Wound In Just 15 Seconds

This is cool.

Exercise #942

Blend the following six words into a piece 50 or fewer words. For an added
challenge, try using the words in the order that they happen: peek, prod, plummet, prance, pose, promise

Peek-a-boo backless hospital gowns
Offer little defense from a prod that is medical.
Once donned, pride plummets with nurses around
while doctors wax theoretical.
Medical forms soon flow before you with troubling questions they pose.
I promise to answer these all very thoroughly, but can I first just put on some clothes?!?

Days Of Old

A legend as old
as time itself,
So the story goes.

A noble prince
waged war against
the most dark and vile of foes.

Deep in the forest primeval
near the ancient spring.
Lived the fiercest dragon that e’er took wing

After conferring the wisest of hermits,
To end this dark beast’s reign.
Past efforts, ‘though valiant, alas, had been in vain

Until one day, the noble prince
bellowed a quest endeavored,
“I shall stand against this wyrm, until its life’s cord is severed

The battle turned out victorious
As prayers reached the patron saint,
the princess said, “Great job, dear, but the castle could use some paint.”

(A Drewster Studios production –
Circa 2006)

One Year After the Sandy Hook Shooting, A Mother Remembers Her Daughter

There are many things that are beyond comprehension….and struggling with this kind of loss is one of them. Those who have faced loss of a loved one struggle with trying to make sense of a world that defies that. We are left with emotional fragments and wonder how we will be able to get everything to fit back together again. I had to share this story…..

On December 14th, 2012 I went up (as usual) to the bus stop with my three beautiful little girls in the back of our van.  I remember vividly pulling up to the corner of the road and being welcomed to the normal handful of neighbor kids running and playing around.  Living on a dead end road limits the amount of traffic coming around, so our kids were in the habit of playing tag with each other while waiting for the bus.  That was our routine, kids play tag, parents chat, bus pulls up, kisses and hugs goodbye and finally, once kids were on the bus, we all waved a final goodbye as they drove off to school.  

I remember when the bus pulled up and Emilie came sprinting back to me and plowed a big bear hug right into my legs.  I reached down and gave her a squeeze…

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[POEM CHALLENGE] Animate the Inanimate

Poetry challenge accepted!

Virginia the Viruliferous

The other day, you all saw the product of a very clever and stimulating poetry challenge presented to me by my new follower, Drewster, on my Make Me Your Pawn request page. Today I am reciprocating the challenge with a challenge of my own! Let’s see what you can do with this, Drewster! 🙂

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10 People I’d Like To Have Coffee With

10) Steve Martin – Author, Comedian, Actor – His book Cruel Shoes will be talked about for years.

9)  Martin Gore – member of Depeche Mode, wrote most of the music for them

8 ) Adriana Lima – supermodel and keeper of the feijoada

7) Kate Beckinsale – actress with a remarkable ability to battle vampires and lycanthropes

6) Billy Joel – musician whose song catalog includes “New York State Of Mind” and “Piano Man”

5) Ludwig Van Beethoven – classical musician. The dude wrote Moonlight Sonata. ‘Nuff said.

4) The person who invented coffee, of course. If not available, maybe the person who discovered pork rinds.

3) Peter Gabriel – a musician who created the ‘So” album, which is one of my favorites. Both sides.

2) John Cusack – an actor who has appeared in some of my favorite films, “Better Off Dead,” “Say Anything” ….but not “Grifters.” I didn’t like that one.

1) The band, R.E.M., on the condition that they play the entire album, ‘Life’s Rich Pageant’ acoustically. Then, they may mingle among the rest of the guests of my imaginary coffee get-together.

Working Title: Homicidal High

Driving through the moonlit countryside, Charlene built her story for missing curfew. Good grades might allow her to dodge the brunt of her parent’s anger. While the missing windshield would be tough to explain; her biggest problem was resting on the floorboards in the backseat. The lifeless body of the captain of the opposing football team would be a snag in any story. I can do this, she thought. I can do this.

Low Brass In The Wild

Bubba threw another clarinet on the campfire. This year, he promised himself that he’d take marching season seriously this year. The bitter, cold Fall wind swept over his make-shift camp. He felt the rush of blood into his lungs with the intoxicatingly sweet aroma. Today would be the day he would bag the largest of the B flat scale creature. A sousaphone. By dinner, he would have a large shiny silver carcass roasting on a bonfire to match. It would be a celebration. It would make up for the meager bounty the day before. A guirro, a triangle and a few castanets.

Bubba grabbed the latest copy of Low Brass In The Wild to see what the recipe of the month was. As the pages flipped towards his destination, the traditional cascade of mailers fell from the magazine. Advertisements for the latest tuba-scented cologne. How annoying. Another article on how someone stranded in the wilderness survived 18 days on nothing but trombones and valve oil. Hmmm. Yes, he thought. Today is going to be a good day.

The Ultimate Rejection Letter

Dear Sir,
         I would have taken the time to return your manuscript, but didn’t want to risk having it fall into the hands of someone else who might accidentally read its passages. I had contemplated burning it in my furnace. However, I felt that the fumes of this poorly-constructed prose might cause some level of harm to the environment. I can’t say exactly what made me consider another attempt at reading another of your stories. Much like driving by the scene of an accident, one feels compelled to see what is unfolding. Unfortunately, the literary morgue is now filled beyond capacity with your latest work.  Words left feeling violated for having filled your manuscript.
         I would appreciate your hesistancy to send future manuscripts. On a lighter note, I do find your story titles rather amusing. Death By Cheese Wheel, The Adventures Of The Laxative Cowboy, and The Boy With Two Spleens were among my favorite. You might consider switching to screenplays to sate the cinematic needs of a low budget horror film industry.

The Editor