a little bit of fiction, poetry, artwork, and life in general


"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... it is about learning to dance in the rain" (unknown)

"Without Darkness, there would be no Light" (unknown)

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Badges of a Warrior

Life's stories
Into flesh
Mind and

There is no perfect beauty; no perfect flawless person. Life's trials and tribulations leave none of us unscathed.We each acquire our own wounds and scars as we stumble through life...  scars which tell our stories, and whether society sees them ugly or not, shouldn't matter. It's how we perceive our scars, that is truly important.

Scars, whether on our flesh, mind, or soul,  are marks of our courage and strength, signifying that we are stronger than what has hurt us. 

In life we have face and overcome many troubles: heartaches, physical and spiritual trials. As we fight our way through our barriers, leap over our hurdles, climb tooth and nail out of the deepest, darkest pits... not only did we survive, we adapted and grew stronger! 

We are warriors! YOU are a warrior... don't ever forget! 

Stay strong and keep fighting ❤

This is my final contribution to Beautiful Freaks Fest 2: Scars, Scars, Scars... Such Terrible Beauty. I want to give thanks to its creator, Magaly Guerrero for encouraging me to rekindle my creative pursuits.

Scarred and Proud

Twisting and turning she admired herself in the full length mirror in the women's locker room. Today was gym day and she had purchased a new swimsuit for the pool. The color reminded her of the glorious turquoise water featured in photographs of Bora Bora and the Bahamas. The aquamarine matched her blue-green eyes; the color complimented her strawberry hair and her pale, freckled flesh, and the bikini.. well, the bikini showcased her unique torso.

She didn't have a belly button like most people; she had a large, jagged pale scar that traveled the length of her torso, from her diaphragm down to her lower abdomen, completely erasing any signs of a belly button. Smooth in areas, and puckered and raised in others, her scar is a sight to behold; it is her badge of honor, marking her as a survivor of a birth defect that required immediate surgery upon her entrance into this world.

She was born with gastroschisis, a birth defect causing the abdomen wall not to form properly, allowing her intestines to seep out of her insides and grow outside of her body. She has seen the photos and the videos... they are not very pretty to look at, and actually, rather disturbing. Seeing photos of her tiny self laid out on the medical table with her glistening red intestines spilling from her stomach and onto the table was a bit alarming, if she allowed herself to dwell on it. I mean, she could have died, right? Her family called her "their miracle baby."

She caressed her marred belly, feeling the smooth bits and the puckered ragged bits, smiling softly at her bravery. Thinking back to when she was younger, and ashamed of her scar. Other kids (and some adults) thought it was ugly; it became the prefect excuse to stare, point, and to taunt her. She was too ashamed to wear bikinis, or cute midriff tops; she kept her stomach covered at all times, otherwise she would be mocked and shunned. She has been called many things in her life: freak, Frankenstein, scar-girl, gross, ugly... it used to hurt... but not anymore.

Her scar is a reminder that she is a warrior... a survivor, and strong enough to overcome anything! Sure, her survival was largely due to the medical staff, as well as the love and support of her dedicated family, but she recognized that her survival was also a thing of her own inner strength and will. She was a fighter... she still is! Her stubborn tenacity and unique beauty set her apart, in more ways than one... but she knows she has a purpose in this lifetime... her scar tells her so!

With her head held high, and a twinkle in her eyes, she walked proudly into the pool area, bare bellied... and she owned it!

**This story was created for Beautiful Freaks Fest by Magaly Guerrelo and inspired by my beautiful granddaughter who owns such a scar. She IS our miracle!

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Beautifully Scarred

This is my first contribution to Magaly Guerrero's Beautiful Freak Fest. Can you guess that I am a fan of preternatural beasts? I can't help it, tis the season!

Savage claws
carving perfect flesh
 beautiful scars

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Night Terror, a short story

She stumbled on the uneven, ancient cobbled flooring, reaching out to steady herself; her hand found itself sinking into some slimy substance, oozing from the blackness of the walls surrounding the dank, musty passage. Whatever sludge coated the wall, squished between her fingers; she wrinkled her nose in disgust, as she used the wall as her guide. 

The passage was pitch black, cold, and it stank. Something skittered in the darkness,  behind her. Choking down a sob, she kept moving forward, until suddenly, the wall was gone. Her hand found empty space, causing her to lose her balance and fall. The cobble stones dug painfully into her hip; it was the last straw, and salty tears rolled down her cheeks. 

Where the hell was she? She had woken up, and found herself alone in this hell hole. What events led her to being here, she had no idea, but she was cold, scared, and very lost. 

There was that noise again... something was moving somewhere behind her, and it was getting louder... or nearer. 

She felt around the floor for the nearest wall to guide her forward, but it was too late. Something grabbed her calf and yanked her backwards. She screamed, desperately clawing at the cobblestones, sobbing uncontrollably, but it was useless. 

She rolled onto her back, kicking and flailing, and came face to face with glowing amber eyes... 

Suddenly the lights were on, and she was on the floor beside her bed, tangled in her own bedding, while her brother stood in her open doorway laughing at her plight. She chucked a nearby shoe at him, her crooked smile dying. The night was not finished with her yet.

Her eyes grew huge as she looked beyond her brother's shoulder,  into the darkness of the hallway. Frozen in horror, she saw behind her amused brother... glowing amber eyes.

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Death Haunts The Living

I warn you, this is not a pretty piece of poetry; it is ugly and raw... and dark and painful.

Death Haunts The Living

Gurgling wetness
bubbling up from lungs
in mucus
Silencing your broken heart
No more...

I will never forget

The dark time of the year is here... dark on so many levels. It's not just that Samhain is near, or that the days grow ever shorter as Winter nears, it is also the heartbreak of the encroaching holiday season, and 8 months of darkness of the soul...

Late September through April, every year since the end of 2012.