Selfless Vampire

Sometimes my dreams are so vivid and so weird I have to write them down. 

Last night I dreamt that vampires were living among us. They attended sporting events and parent teacher conferences, did laundry and went for long walks. They did their best not to infect others, feeding selectively and carefully so as not to kill or turn humans. However, vampire nature being what it is, inevitably there were lapses and new vampires would be made. Everyone was aware of the danger, but life carried on. 

In my dream I was a young girl with a younger sister. We lived with our parents and an aunt. My mother gave birth to a precious baby girl and she named her Felicity. Everyone cherished Felicity. She was precious in a time of unrest. 

Soon after Felicity’s birth I was turned by a reckless vampire, and I turned the rest of the family sparing only Felicity. Our family guarded the baby night and day against any vampire who might attempt to take her. I was the only one who could actually hold the baby without feeling hunger, so she stayed with me constantly.

Now here’s where it got weird(er). My vampire family took a cross country trip in an old truck to watch a college baseball game. We arrived at the stadium and found our seats in the section reserved for vampires. I suppose none of the normal folks wanted to end up being snacked on during the seventh inning stretch.

Of course I was caring for Felicity, but the vampires around us noted her presence early on and began moving closer to our group. I knew if they ganged up on my family that we would surely lose our precious infant. I decided to take the baby to a neutral place–the concessions area, where she might be safer.

Seated on a bench near the hot dog stand I kept up with the game through the announcers over the stadium speakers and the roar of the crowd.

A normal man came and sat beside me and started asking questions about the nature of vampirism and how we expected to keep the baby safe. I wept. I told him I thought the task was both necessary and futile.

A group of hungry  vampires approached and the man fought them off, sparing himself and the baby. That’s when I knew what I needed to do. I asked the man if he would take Felicity and care for her, if he would protect her from vampires. He gave me his solemn promise, and I knew Felicity would grow strong with him.

When I rejoined my family no one even asked about the baby.

I was going to ask for interpretation, but I think I’ve figured this one out. I’d love to hear your thoughts, though.

Easter Sunday Poem

Where are the children

Dressed in Easter finery?

Babies grown and gone.

Once there were pretty

Baskets filled, overflowing

With colorful eggs

And sweet chocolate bunnies.

Now we enjoy brunch

With pitchers of mimosas

No children in sight.

No giggles, no smiles

Just videos across miles

Better than nothing, 

But my poor heart 

Aches with emptiness and love

Miss you, children.

  Notice Jason’s mullet–he thought he needed the haircut to be a better wrestler. Ashley didn’t want anyone to see her snaggle-toothed smile, thus the firmly closed lips.

 My beautiful almost grown up children during their year together as students at The University of Kansas. Now they’re both parents. Sigh.

Peace, People!

Codes By Which To Live Haiku

In response to The Daily Post’s prompt:

I. Do unto others 

As you would have others do

Unto you my child.

 

“The Golden Rule” Norman Rockwell, 1942 

II. Be kind, consider

Every living person

Equal unto you.  

III. Keep your heart open

To the possibilities

Your soul aware.

 

IV. Allow your self to

Love unconditionally

Live without regret.

 

Peace, People!

Glimpses

A glimpse of a 

red barn 

tucked behind a 

stand of trees 

calling me home

beckoning.

A sighting of a

cardinal flitting

branch to branch

calling to his

mate, come 

home.

If home is where

the heart is,

then home is 

where you are.



Time Does Not Care

The Kiss by David Walker

I’ll pose to you two
Questions posed to me
Does love remember?
Does time have meaning?
If he said today I’ll love you forever
Would that mean anything?
Would he remember after
We tangled over jealousy
And hurt feelings?
Would love conquer all?
Would the time we spent
Loving mean anything or
Would it be wasted?
I don’t think I could bear that,
That what we’ve had
Becomes meaningless.
Better not to have loved
At all
In spite of what the
Poets say.

In a Letter

http://youtu.be/Tb7tWYYkF74

If this song doesn’t make you want to dance there is something seriously wrong with you, and you should make an appointment with your physician as soon as humanly possible. Of course, that’s just my humble opinion.

Music by Clairy Browne and The Bangin’ Rackettes.

Peace, People.

Shelved

I. Heart beats, races on

Barely restrained, uncontained

Then forever shelved. 

Illustration by Travis Bedel

II. She sometimes wonders

Had she chosen differently

Would he even care?



III. Shelved hearts hold the key

Unlocking blocked memory

Whisk away the dust.




What Love Is

Written in response to the Daily Post’s prompt, “What is Love?”

A marathon watching of the first season of “Married at First Sight” might be helpful in answering the question I Want to Know What Love Is. The A&E channel’s series matches three couples based on the recommendations of a team of marriage experts after a regimen of interviews. 

The couples meet for the first time when the bride and groom face each other at the altar. Yep. They meet and immediately are wed. 

For a period of five weeks the couples live together and get to know each other. At the end of that period they decide whether they want to stay married or divorce. 

I’m watching the season finale as I type this. As anyone who has ever watched reality TV knows there is a great deal of creative editing involved, including multiple cliff hangers and red herrings. Every time I think about changing channels there’s a hint that something big is waiting just around the next corner. There have been multiple corners.

What I’m struck by, though, is the lack of what feels like love. Oh, I see glimpses of it occasionally, and the participants talk about love a lot. But more than anything I hear that they are afraid. Afraid of being hurt. Afraid of making the wrong decision. Afraid of hurting the other person. Can the presence of fear inhibit love? 

One thing that comes across in the series is the need for open communication. All three couples excel at that. No doubt the initial interview process weeded out the less communicative particpants. Can great communication foster love?

Initially, two of the three couples had strong physical attractions to their spouse-to-be. The third couple had mixed reactions–he thought she was hot, she thought he was not. Does love grow from physical attraction?

Jamie and Doug-No attraction in the beginning

Two of the three couples consummated their marriage on their wedding nights. You can probably guess which two after reading the previous paragraph. Is love sex?



Cortney and Jason

Monet and Vaughn

Both of these couples had the whole honeymoon experience 😉

None of the couples had smooth sailing in their first five weeks of marriage. Cohabitation with a complete stranger can bring out the best and the worst in people. Expectations were dashed. Limits were explored. Maybe love was growing.

As the decisions loom I’m more anxious than the participants. Would Studly and I have thrived given the circumstances these couples have faced? I’d like to believe we’d have made it. I’d like to believe that we’d have had that initial spark when he first saw me at the altar and that we’d have had the skills to talk through all of the obstacles.

The truth is love is different for everyone. Every relationship explores its own idea of love. What’s right for Studly and me, what makes us strong as a couple might be wrong for another couple. 

Remember these cartoons? This seems to fit.



And the results from the show are in: 

In spite of their initial lack of attraction, Jaimie and Doug chose to remain married. I was surprised!  Cortney and Jason opted to remain married, as well. While Monet and Vaughn elected  to divorce.  

Of course I just realized that this was all so last season and I could have looked up the results on the internet. Face palm.

Peace, (and love) People.

Rainy Evening

Slow plinking then gush
Then abruptly back to plink
A Florida thing.

IMG_2801

Photo by Judy Wanamaker

Drinking wine on a
Rainy evening with friends
Life at its fullest.

IMG_2757

Hold me closer now,
Raindrops in syncopation
Tapping out love’s code.

IMG_2802

The Red Umbrella by Loui Jover.

Fight or Flight–In Response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt

“A Lover’s Quarrel”–Lindsey Kustusch


Fight or Flight

Lovers’ quarrel

Hands tense

Lips quiver

Chests tighten

Words scathe.

Her tears fall

Furiously,

Unabated.

How could you?

Why did you?

Why won’t you?

He leaves,

For now.

Escape his only

Answer.

For now.