"She's a Wild One," Part 7 Excerpt from "Inside Your Shadow" (C) 2025

 

She once heard during high talk, that there was this thing called astral projection. High talk are those conversations you have when you’re in those awkward situations when you don’t know the company your around, or you know the person, or persons you’re around but you really wish you didn’t have to be around them. The only thing you have in common is getting high.

 She saw a man holding a tiny baby very reluctantly. “Well baby, you better get used to it,” a teen-age girl said as she lit her cigarette. The father, holding the baby, stared back at her with anger. “I been pulling Mommy duty for hours waiting on your sorry ass.”

“She named you Mary Madaline because she figured it would straighten me out. Out of spite I called you ‘Maddi,’” The man turned his head to her. All of the peeling wall paper of the room fell off of the walls. She was in darkness again. “Daddy?” After she asked she was walking side by side with the man. She looked around and saw stones and flowers.

“I knew that you would remember Maddi,” the man replied. “We are in the cemetery where your mom is buried here,” he added.

“Lost In The Found!”

I remember her smell. I remember the expressions on her face.

“Answer me!” She screamed.

“Dude, I think I heard something,” the employee said. Then he stood up and walked back to ‘the waiting room.’ The dealer followed him. The employee kneeled by the mattress. Had his head on Mary’s chest, “What are you doing?” The dealer asked. She ain’t breathing. She ain’t got no heart beat either,” the employee replied.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

full story "She's a Wild One," from "Inside Your Shadow" (C) 2025

  Times countless, to me, that I watched my lit candle flicker among the smoke of my lit incense. I have watched smoke form a face inside the cowl hood from the cloak. Next, the smoke gathered around the base, light fog settling on the lands, especially near water, water where spirits gather. Then the smoke rose around the flame. I’m remembering, “The Now Of The Then.” As the smoke around the flame-The Moon among the dark clouds. Did I cause such destruction? To ponder that question is unfortunately opening his/herself to be their own god: A symptom of what modern day magicians (psychologists, counselors, and such) would call a psychosis. When the Night’s Eye shows itself-all sorts of things happen. The Sun eclipsing The Harvest Moon, The Blue Moon, or a Solstice Moon.    On this particular Christmas night, the moon was blood red. The black void of the cloak came  during the 13 th  hour. She’s a wild one. “I have something that scares me. Or I have ...
Read more

"She's a Wild One," Part 8 Excerpt from "Inside Your Shadow" (C) 2025

  “The answer ugh?” Her father said to her. Then laughed. She knew he knew something that she didn’t know. Would she ever know? The sun-the light in the middle of dark clouds didn’t move. “I think she’s dead?” He asked trying to sound comical-had that nervous laugh. Had that type of buzz when everything’s funny or at least he hoped for that.     She meant everything to me. Even though I didn’t know her for long. “You know Zeppline stole a lot of songs,” the employer said. “Dude, there’s only so many riffs, melodies, and rhythms that a musician can play.” The dealer said. Then took another pull off of the ‘Alice in Wonderland’ bong. “’Nobodies fault but mine’ was originally by Blind Willie Johson. ‘When the Levey Breaks’ was by Memphis Mimi and Kansas City Joe. They were Mississippi Delta musicians. The employee insisted, ”Squeeze my Lemon,” The dealer said. Then he started singing with Plant’s vocals from the loud vinyl player.   I know it’s been said m...
Read more

A poem about being in the military-from the perspective "...join the army or go to jail." (C) excerpt from Dope Dialogue

...And guess what he wanted to be?  Furthermore, his parents divorced, he moved to the poor part of town and he had the opportunity to find out what “dope” actually was.             In doing so-                                     he immersed himself into a lifestyle of drugs guns and money. His discoveries are reflected in the following collection of prose, poetry, and short stories. TOO POOR, TOO WAR BASTARD Feb 2, 19:50  Inherit the sun my child, our war has just begun.. WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE DAMNED WITH A STRUGGLE NO ONE WANTS TO UNDERSTAND the last to come the first to gasp the first to cry the last to laugh We have No Name We have No Shame We are not allowed to feel any pain We are the pRetenders Who mus...
Read more