I’m Back from Seattle. Each year it is harder and harder to leave the city behind. I feel at home there, more so that I feel anywhere outside of the arms of my lovers.But money and such. Friends that have moved up there end up living way outside the city and that would defeat the purpose for me. Downtown is what feels like home. All the way up to the alleys that smell like piss. A city awash in beauty and humanity. And a dark rain filled sky.
Month: September 2016
Bernice and the Bear Wizards
When Ben was very small his mother read him the story of the great bear wizards. In a dark time when Malik the Cruel ruled over the land, young bears and their mothers were forced to live indoors or in small enclosures. They did tricks or sang and Lord Malik would feed them fish. The fish sounded good to Ben. But sometimes for no reason at all Malik would hurt the young bears and their mothers. This made Ben very frightened. He never knew what the young bear had done wrong. His mother told him that some men were cruel and didn’t need a reason to hurt. This seemed unfair to Ben.
In the kingdom the years passed. As they did, young bears grew up. One young bear, Bernice, traveled over the mountains. She left in winter when she knew Malik would be fast asleep.
But the way was treacherous and cold. Bernice fell asleep, exhausted from her journey. Not quite making it over the pass. When she awoke she was in a cave.
The cave was warm! And there was a fire with fish roasting over it! But at the fire sat a large hunched figure. This was the first stranger that Bernice had ever seen.
But she was so cold and hungry…
and the fire was so warm… and the fish smelled so good
Bernice walked to the hunched figure and in a small tired voice asked “Can I sit by your fire?”
The large figure turned to her. It was another Bear. But this one was different. This bear wore a funny hat and had some kind of cloth over his back. At his feet was some kind of large stick.
In a rumbly voice, he said “I’ve been waiting for you here. You nearly didn’t make it.”
Bernice was surprised. She had only decided to come over the mountain last week. How could this bear have known she was coming?
The rumbly voice said, “have some fish, you look done in.”
Bernice knew that something strange was happening but her stomach was as rumbley as the old bear. She sat down and tucked into the delicious fish.
When she was done she was awfully tired. The rumbley bear said, “It’s safe. You can sleep here. Bear Wizards always keep their word.”
Bernice was so tired she did just that. But one thought chased her into sleep, “what was a bear wizard?”
When Bernice woke up, the strange bear was making breakfast. Fish waffles, yum.
He said his name was Barry and the Bear Wizards were a order of kind and smart bears who traveled the land. When Bear Wizards heard of the plight of the bears in the valley they had gathered to stop the evil person who was hurting the bearfolk. But they didn’t know the name of the person.
Bernice perked right up. She knew the name. But she was scared. Malik had said that anyone revealing his name would see their families punished.
Bernice knew Malik would hurt her family if the Bear Wizards failed.
Bernice asked Barry the Bear Wizard, “Will you protect my family if I tell you his name?”
Barry replied, “I cannot. For with the name we will attack on the ‘morrow. If we fail, we will have slipped beyond the veil and will not be able to help. If we succeed, then your family will be safe. But I will not promise that we will win, only that we will try.”
Bernice did not like that answer. But it was honest and Barry looked so earnest. Bernice looked at Barry and said, “I know the name. His name is Malik the Cruel.”
Bernice shivered as the name range out of the cave and across the peaks.
Malik in his castle heard his name told to a stranger. He knew something bad was coming for him. He called the head of his Secret Police, a tall and stately bear named Chumley.
Chumley came slowly. His belly full of fish cupcakes, berry pie, and deer steak. Chumley liked to eat and eat and his position let him take anything he’d like.
Malik told Chumley, “Someone is speaking up. Find who is missing and have their family home burned out. Strip the family of all money and goods then let them beg on the street.”
Meanwhile, the great host of the Bear Wizards gathered. The Bear Wizards called their army from distant lands. They came through great big crackling blue portals. The Army was dressed in head to toe metal and carried strange Spears that crackled with blue lightning like the gates.
Barry explained that anyone touched by the spears would be instantly transported to the court house to be tried for their crimes. Bear Wizards were very concerned with Justice.
The Bear Wizard Army marched into the valley. Each time a bear stood against them, they touched them with the spear. The misguided bear and the Bear soldier would disappear. The soldier would talk to the bear and see if they could work out some kind of work release program.
Finally, with few Bear soldiers left and only the 3 Bear Wizards, Barry, Bob, and Bernadette. They stopped in front of the Castle.
They raised their Staves and chanted in Ancient Bear. The sky rumbled and clouds dark and cold began to cover the Valley.
As one they slammed their Staves down and shouted, “Break!”, in Ancient Bear.
For a moment, there was silence and Bernice thought, “It didn’t work?!”
Then with a great horrible sound like rocks being blown up and paper being ripped the castle tore in half.
The 2 halves tore away leaving the throne room with Malik shivering on his throne.
“Get out of here!” Malik shouted. He sounded, for the first time to Bernice’s recollection, scared.
The Bear Wizards walked up to Malik and told him that for what he had done the Judgment had been passed.
Malik would be tried in the most ancient of bear rituals. If he was found not guilty, the Bear Wizards would suffer for it. Malik liked the sound of that. He was sure he could talk his way out of anything.
So, in the most ancient and sacred of rituals the Bear Wizard’s ate him.
He was delicious.
The End
(what did you expect? They’re bears)
Out of place – Twitter writing prompt
hurry on by
parties/laughter
light/music
food/wine
Waiting to be seen
one look
that says I am not invisible
I am still human
To My Brightest Day, My Morrigan
There was a time when I was dawn, was light, was dream. I drank and danced. I sang and fucked and balanced my life against others. And in the end it was a creature of darkness who acted as my savior. Through her love I rose from the chrysalis of seeming placid life. A false front, but one that I embraced for her. A false front that became my life when I failed to save her as I was saved by her. When she was taken by a coward who fled before me, I lost myself. I fell. I embraced the false front as if that was all I was. I ventured out only when I could breathe no more, I woke slowly from that nightmare. Something fully realized only when the coward was found and dealt with. But my Morgan is still dead. That pain will always be a part of me. Something that is brought home when a memory resurfaces or even when a book character recounts the loss of their love to murder. I’ve recounted this tale several times. I tell it each year at about this time. September 19 is the 11 year anniversary of her death.
I apologize to anyone who would love me. I have a past. I have pain. I know that life is fleeting. It makes me reckless where love is concerned. I throw myself in, because I know that this all ends. I know it all to well.
Mt Ranier
Tell me
Words burn down my synapses
lighting fire In my heart
soul ignited
prelude to kiss
touch
your truths become our secrets
our silent smiles
Can’t recognize
Am I seeing things where nothing exists? Am I reading things that aren’t there? Am I being a fool again? Seeing words that are general and seeing them as directed. I must be mistaken. Not that I want to be but I don’t dare believe it to be true. It must be delusion, mustn’t it? I wish I could stand in front of you and just ask. But that never ends well.
Isolation
Chimes sound deep
forest clearing quietly
halting sound
slowing until stillness
calm burns slow decay of fire
leeched out beginnings
simple truths give way to happy lies
words on repeat
replete of meaning
and the slow descending swirl of elegant
made bitter
Granular
Sand gives way
each step burying deeper
unnoticed until I can no longer move
shivering from the lack
simple steps that would have led me to you
did I have the path
or the faintest knowledge of who you’ll be
always a falter away from discovery
from the last to the beginning
simple acknowledgement of skills forgotten
on this long journey to middle of nowhere
lost on the road to you
Looking and smiling
I look for you in the face of everyone I meet. I get lost looking for you. They see in my eyes, hope and joy and the question. Is it you? They almost all duck there heads, maybe smile. Am I missing you by not being more direct? But how do you ask, have you danced with me in your dreams? How do you say what is needed for you to know it’s me without sounding insane? Without sounding as I do now. Should sounding insane phase me? I desire to dance in the aisle. Uncaring how I look, because it’s with you.

