Cressida de Nova: Carpe Diem # 1691 - Troiku

Cressida de Nova: Carpe Diem # 1691 - Troiku: the snow of yesterday that fell like cherry blossoms is water once again Gozan the snow of yesterday is marred with ski tracks ...

There is a kind of playfulness about the sun in this world as it slips below the horizon line and says good night. At least I perceive it as such!

Lunch Break: 2446

Lunch Break: 2446: dawn's light - the high pitch of bird whistles rousing stored breezes © gillena cox 2019 

Another fine Haiga! The simple lines, both drawn and verbal, create a masterpiece!

Impressions You Left: My Late Adopted Brother

Impressions You Left: My Late Adopted Brother: Bulky, deep-voiced, bushy-bearded, smoker (both kinds)   acquainted with drink. How could he be an angel?   


A beautiful tribute to a beloved brother. Often the people who don't seem to quite fit into this world with its very rigid standards for "rightness" are the best people.

Carpe Diem Summer Love 2019 Day 1 + Poetry Pantry #485: The Worst Lie


I never lied to you, my dear. I loved you from afar for years but knew you couldn’t be mine. When you could, I broke my vow to run from love and gave you all of mine.

Temporary thing
Washed away when tides come in
Love is the worst lie

Love,
Cie


Note:
For those who are stickler-ish about things Haibun-ish, be it noted that this Extreme Haibun is a non-traditional Haibun. Like the person who wrote it, it does not care terribly much about adhering to strict rules.
For those who in the past have stated that they will demand to know if my Haibuns are fiction or non-fiction, this is your notification that this Haibun is 100% factual. However, know also that I will not elaborate further on the words I have set down in said Haibun, and I ask you to respect that.

Sunday Snippet Special: A Beautiful Nightmare

Image by PIRO4D from Pixabay

Note for the folks visiting from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie:
I am so sorry. I am a flaming idiot on the best of days, and this has been a very stressful week. My brain, which only works half as well as a rotting pinto bean even at optimal strength, has been unable to follow instructions for the last two prompts I have been involved with. I utilized personification in my piece (the darkness) but completely neglected the prompt about the flood. Please feel free to give my piece a miss. Sorry for the raging moron moment.




When Linus finally crept into the barracks, his whole body ached. It had been a tremendously long day. The lanky soldier overflowed the standard sized cots with his six-foot-five-inch tall body. He always had to draw his legs up towards his chest to fit into the uncomfortable bed.

Linus considered the possibility of taking his little tube of liniment to the privy and rubbing it onto his sore knees, but sleep overtook him before he had a chance to act on his thought. The darkness wrapped around him like a heavy blanket, and his spirit floated above his body.

Linus sat down on the edge of the bed. The interior of the barracks became a surreal film noir. The door opened and closed silently. A lithe figure moved slowly across the floor, his feet making whispered pats, his eyes glowing red like coals.

Linus withdrew towards his body, hoping to make himself wake up. He really didn’t need this fuckery. He hoped that he wouldn’t scream. His bunk buddies teased him mercilessly about his tendency to nightmares. He really didn’t want to add fuel to the fire, not tonight.

Soon, however, Linus found himself aroused rather than afraid. As the moon shone through the window, the spectral figure was revealed to be Ahmose, and although he was evidently something otherworldly, he was seeking a companion rather than a victim.

“Ahmose, you can’t be in here,” Linus warned.

“They can’t see us, we’re asleep,” Ahmose retorted as he straddled Linus’ lap.

Red tears ran down the beautiful little man’s face. Linus wiped them away. Ahmose opened his mouth slightly and Linus could see the tips of his fangs.

“You know you don’t need to hypnotize me,” Linus stated, running his fingers through Ahmose’s silky black hair.

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Prompts Used:

Notes:
This 296-word snippet is an excerpt from Naughty Netherworld Press' forthcoming release Caged Birds, due out on July 4, 2019, and available only from Kindle.
In this 13th installment of the Carnal Invasion series, 104-year-old Japanese-American vampire Ahmose Ike, his boyfriend Bernie Jaskolski (a 24-year-old vampire), second cousin Gregory Inoue (a 99-year-old vampire) and nemesis Mondo Katou (a 112-year-old vampire) have traveled through a wormhole taking them back to Manzanar, the internment camp where Ahmose, Gregory, and Katou were imprisoned during the early 1940s.
The group encounters Private Linus Honeycutt, who is the previous incarnation of Bernie Jaskolski. Ahmose and Linus fell in love during their time at Manzanar. The group arrives approximately a month prior to Ahmose and Linus' first meeting.
Ahmose explains as well as he can to Linus what is going on, then compels him to suppress the memory of their premature meeting. However, Linus' memories are triggered after he and Ahmose meet at the appropriate point on their timeline. At this point, Ahmose is not a vampire, but Linus dreams of him as such. The dreams magnify the regret that Ahmose felt at not being able to warn Linus when the attack that will end his life will occur.

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D'Verse Poets Open Link Night #246 + Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #91 Renga With (hineri) Sonora Desert



1. 
among dune grass
silver bleached logs
and a perfect day

among dune grass
if you blink, you will miss it
mouse peers from its home

silver bleached logs
blasted by sand, wind, and rain
beauty in harshness

and a perfect day
if perfection does exist
found in solitude

Image by Pexels from Pixabay

2. 
overcoming rocks
a stream of cacti
slowly spreading

overcoming rocks
taking root in barren soil
resilient plants

a stream of cacti
clandestine water vessels
ride the desert wave

slowly spreading
seeds take root across the dunes
carried on the wind


3. 
desert ways
branching all over
cholla cactus

desert ways
arid, harsh, unforgiving
to some, blessed home

branching up to the sky
reaching up to greet the sun
rooted deep in earth

cholla cactus
spines sparkling like gems in sun
don't try to pick me


Image by Mike Goad from Pixabay

4. 
alone and asking
to be touched
teddy bear cholla

alone and asking
thirsty for the rain to fall
the sun still beats down

to be touched
is a desire that ceases
when touch is cruel

teddy bear cholla
with spines that appear silky
not truly cuddly


Image by katja from Pixabay

5. 
writing
desert poems
pencil cholla

writing
salvation or damnation
release, obsession

desert poems
love the look of the desert
but can't stand the heat

pencil cholla
plucking a spine for a nib
words scrawled with my blood


Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

6. 
desert sunset
cholla cactus sticks
to the light

desert sunset
with night comes blessed coolness
nighttime desert song

cholla cactus sticks
daring passerby to touch
its tempting needles

to the light
shining from the moon above
nighttime creatures sing

~Jane & Cie~




Notes:
The "sleighs" of the Troiku in this Troiku Hineri were written by Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016). The spiky Horses of the Apocalypse were wrangled by me.
I've been doing Troiku all month. These were supposed to be Renga. Yes, I know, I am bad at following instructions and I suck at my job. In other news, water is wet.

Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 20: The Snow of Yesterday


the snow of yesterday
that fell like cherry blossoms
is water once again

the snow of yesterday
embraced me in cold cocoon
you were beside me

that fell like cherry blossoms
the snowflakes like frozen gems
my heart was open

is water once again
memories flow from my eyes
as I think of you

~Gozan & Cie~

with the moon
night too disappears
into the ocean

with the moon
memories return to me
I try to catch them

night too disappears
burned away by light and heat
everything in flames

into the ocean
I sometimes wish I could stroll
and be washed away

~Jane & Cie~


Notes:
The Jisei is a Haiku written by a poet shortly before their passing from the world. The "sleigh" of the first Troiku is the Jisei of the poet Gozan, written shortly prior to his death in 1781 at the age of 71. The "sleigh" of the second Troiku was written by Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016) shortly prior to her passing.

Weekend Writing Warriors 30 June 2019 (LGBT, PA, RO, SF)


“You died too. You’re a revenant. How was your consciousness revived in this body?”

“A lucky stroke of lightning, my dear Count Katou,” Captain Botterill revealed, stroking a red nail over the vampire’s angular cheekbone. “Oh, very well, let’s pretend it’s Christmas. T’ is the season to be jolly. Let’s feed our darling little bloodsucking brood. But don’t be too lax with them! Remember, they need to learn to play nice before we allow them the run of the place.”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Notes:
This snippet from our forthcoming tale, Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds features a conversation between Captain Abigail Botterill, the debauched director of the Alien and Supernatural Search Squadron, and Mondo Katou, a 112-year-old vampire.
Caged Birds is due for release on July 4, 2019, only from Kindle.

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Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 19: Disappearing Pollinators


our world is poison
butterflies and bees vanish
a catastrophe

our world is poison
toxins in the air and soil
leech into water

butterflies and bees vanish
without our pollinators
we are truly lost

a catastrophe
the plants that we rely on
need pollinators

~Cie~


Note:
I am fully responsible for the Sleigh of Destruction and any Horses of the Apocalypse that may be pulling it.

Disclosure:
I earn a small commission from any products purchased from this grid. Proceeds go towards the renovation of the Grover Hotel. To find out more, please visit the Good Stuff From Grover blog.


Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 18: Ancient Cypress


ancient cypress
leaning over the light
at sunrise

ancient cypress
tell me how the world once was
when you were just small

leaning over the light
I think of the great legends
of gods and heroes

at sunrise
standing so strong and so tall
living monument

Jane & Cie


Notes:
The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016). The three heroic horses of legend were wrangled by me.

Kestril's Rhythms and Groove: Saved By Found Words: Blogging Around with Rommy W...

Kestril's Rhythms and Groove: Saved By Found Words: Blogging Around with Rommy W...: This weekend I was lucky enough to attend a local Pride festival. It was a smallish one, but still very lively. 

Oddly enough (or perhaps understandably enough) I'd rather spend my Time of Certain Doom in the company of people like Bee Guy than the boring and toxic Prophets of Certain Doom.

Prologue - Tis With Unsweetened Mist That I Rise

Prologue - Tis With Unsweetened Mist That I Rise



As someone who used to care far too much about the opinions and affections of men, I feel that Ophelia is correct in not caring less about men and manipulation.

Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 17: Breathing Silence

Image by Radoan Tanvir from Pixabay

alone on the beach
only the cries of seagulls -
breathing silence

alone on the beach
wondering what lies ahead
another sunrise

only the cries of seagulls
if I could understand them
what would they tell me?

breathing silence
trying to calm this feeling
that all is not well

~Chèvrefeuille & Cie~



Notes:
The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by Chèvrefeuille. The Three Horses of the Apocalypse are my responsibility.
This poem is part of my Seacliffe Series, in reference to my WIP, The Legend of Seacliffe House. These poems focus on the thoughts of my protagonist, Randal Messana, as he finds himself in a strange new situation after rescuing his mother from the brutal Diamantina Lamb and fleeing the cursed Lambswood Manor. The story is primarily a homage to Edgar Allan Poe and it may or may not ever be published. Either way, I hope some of you enjoy the poetry inspired by the tale!

Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 16: Heat Waves


heat waves
bringing to the desert
an ocean view

heat waves
like the sun fell down to earth
scorching the dry soil

bringing to the desert
heat too difficult to bear
if caught unaware

an ocean view
is very far from this place
with the burning ground

~Jane & Cie~


Notes:
The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by Jane Reichhold (1937 - 2016). The Three Horses of Hell were summoned by me.

Lafayette: My Guide and Friend


You were
My guide and friend
The day I brought you home
You hid until the nighttime came
You learned to feel safe at home with me
I loved you with all of my heart
I felt my heart shatter
When you left me
You were

I will love you forever, Buddy
There are some things you never get over
No matter how many times people insist that you "should"








Haikai Challenge #91: Midsummer Rain


On the return drive
From a life-changing journey
Drops became torrent

~Cie~

Prompt Used:

Notes:
Today the final decision was made and my son and his dad agreed to close on the historic Grover Hotel. To follow along with our story in renovating and living in this building in a Northeast Colorado ghost town, visit my Good Stuff From Grover blog. (Also features samplings of my poetry and other good stuff.)

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #90: Crossroads: Summer Solstice Troiku Hineri

Image by yibg from Pixabay

This Short Night

this short night -
from a shallow well I scoop
a persimmon flower

Insomnia

this short night
like many others, sleepless
I dread the morning

this short night
my mind is filled with worry
rest cannot be found

like many others, sleepless
I try to find some comfort
in the quiet dark

I dread the morning
unwanted expectations
putting on my mask

From the Well

from a shallow well I scoop
water kept cool underground
safe from sun's harsh blaze

from a shallow well I scoop
another cup of water
binding me to earth

water kept cool underground
safe from the sun relentless
shaded from the heat

safe from the sun's harsh blaze
wish I was one with water
wish that I could hide

Persimmon Flower

a persimmon flower
holds the promise of autumn
solace from the heat

a persimmon flower
yellow petals and green leaves
floats on the surface

holds the promise of autumn
but what does autumn promise
but solace from heat

solace from the heat
the best that I can hope for
in this weary life

Yosa Buson & Cie

Image by Couleur from Pixabay

The Peach

solstice splits
between the peach halves
a red stone sun

Solstice Splits

solstice splits
lovely flowers everywhere
unrelenting sun

solstice splits
beautiful harvest promised
nothing guaranteed

lovely flowers everywhere
I wish I could be happy
but nothing changes

unrelenting sun
beats down on another year
desiccating hope

Between the Peach Halves

between the peach halves
the promise of a future
more peaches next year

between the peach halves
the promise of a new tree
providing its shade

the promise of a future
but there are no guarantees
some win and some lose

more peaches next year
a momentary sweetness
in life hard and dry

Red Stone Sun

a red stone sun
holding the promise of life
within its hard shell

a red stone sun
color without warmth or light
shining nonetheless

holding the promise of life
promises not always kept
dreams don't always thrive

within its hard shell
sits the seed of tomorrow
yet unrealized

Jane & Cie


Notes:
Why do one or the other when you can do both?
Why kill when you can overkill?
The "sleigh" for the first Troiku Hineri was created by Yosa Buson (1716-1784).
The "sleigh" for the second Troiku Hineri was created by Jane Reichhold (1937 -2016).
All Horses of the Apocalypse are my own undoing.

Weekend Writing Warriors 23 June 2019 (ER, LGBT, PA, SF)


“I can see where Agent Spitz might be related to you,” Katou remarked. “Is Agent Swallows as well?”

“Both were cloned from me. They used to adore me—to obey my every command. Then came the day that Projekt Untot had to be abandoned. Julie and Sarah were programmed to forget everything they learned here. My beloved mentor Dr. Ingrid Nagel and myself remained behind and fought. Sadly, she was killed, and her body too badly destroyed to be resurrected. I was…”

~Cie for Naughty Netherworld Press~

Notes:
In this snippet from Naughty Netherworld Press' forthcoming release, Carnal Invasion XIII: Caged Birds, Mondo Katou continues his conversation with Captain Abigail Botterill, the corrupt director of the Alien and Supernatural Search Squadron after Captain Botterill makes a statement revealing a previously unrealized connection between herself, Agent Julie Spitz, and Agent Sarah Swallows.
Carnal Invasion XIII is due for release on July 4, 2019.

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Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 15: Nightingale


to listen,
fine not to listen, fine too...
nightingale

to listen
is there anything to hear
even in silence

fine not to listen, fine too...
sometimes withdrawal is best
turning inside now

nightingale
sings not for an audience
only for herself

~Cie & Chiyo-Ni~


Notes:
The sleigh of this sedate Troiku was created by Chiyo-Ni (1703 - 1775). The three surprisingly sedate Horses of the Apocalypse were led here by me.
Chiyo-Ni and the nightingale who is the subject of her poem remind me of a lesson which has been difficult for me to internalize.
Seeking approval from others is always unwise.

Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 14: Pink Sakura Blush


pink sakura blush  
spring’s kimono falls to earth
silk snatched by a breeze

pink sakura blush
singing song of sakura
many years ago

spring's kimono falls to earth
the young men choose their partners
nobody chose me

silk snatched by a breeze
like a dream that won't come true
drift into the past

Kim & Cie


Notes:
The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by Kim R. Russell. The Three Dejected Horses of the Apocalypse are my responsibility.
Many of these prompts lately are reminding me of the year when I was in the fourth grade and I learned about Japan. I was a very shy and unpopular child with a terrible overbite, always chosen last for sports teams, and none of the boys wanted to dance with me at the school socials.

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Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille: Summer Solstice


At the beginning of the day on the summer solstice, I leave my body sleeping and walk in dreams to a place I will never see in life. I watch the sunrise through rocks mysteriously stacked long ago and wonder if it was possible that I was there in some form.

Do I have a connection to a time and place I could not possibly have known in my current reality, or do I merely wish that I was more important than I am? Did I once have wisdom and abilities forgotten by the passage of centuries and lifetimes, or am I merely a pathetic creature who wishes there was a possibility that I might not be as utterly hopeless and wretched as I appear?

There was a time when I believed in one God and a single savior. Then came the time that I believed in many deities and no specific savior. At this point, I neither believe nor disbelieve in any specific thing, except that I think the god postulated by most organized religious institutions is a construct created to give adherents carte blanche to behave cruelly.

is there someone there
a powerful entity
or are we alone?

~Cie~


Note:
It is not my intent to belittle anyone's faith. The thoughts I express are mine and mine alone. I neither believe nor disbelieve in any particular deity or set of deities, including the Christian god. My final paragraph is a criticism of the sorts of people who use their religion to behave as intolerant bigots and to cause harm to those who do not adhere to their dogma and edicts.

An Open Letter to the Participants in the June WEP Story Competition

Image copyright Pexels on Pixabay

I want to thank everyone for their recent comments and I will try and make sure that I visit all of the blogs on the list. I have had an extremely bad month. I don't take criticism well in any case. I am one of those people who never reads reviews of my work because I can get nine positive reviews and one bad one, and the bad one is the one that sticks with me. I then become intolerable to live with. It's better for my family that I don't read my reviews.

Nobody who has responded to this piece has been unnecessarily cruel or even harsh. I just feel like maybe for this particular competition, vampires are a subject which is really polarizing. I was kind of surprised because I tend to write about the paranormal, and the last piece I wrote featured a ghost/angel and it didn't raise anyone's hackles nearly as much as this one.

I know I'm not a great writer. I'm not even setting out with the intent to be a great writer. I like to write cheesy, over-the-top stories about the supernatural. My biggest influences are authors such as Ambrose Bierce, Edgar Allan Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, and Stephen King. I was also strongly influenced by the original Twilight Zone series.

I don't always respond this badly to "constructive criticism." I do have rapid cycling type 2 bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder, so I tend to be more sensitive than the average bear. 

Marsha Linehan, an American psychologist and author, uses a great analogy to describe what Borderline Personality Disorder.

”People with BPD are like people with third-degree burns over 90 percent of their body. Lacking emotional skin, they feel agony at the slightest touch or movement”.

There is an excellent post about the "burn of borderline personality disorder" here.

There is a misconception that people with borderline personality disorder all act out in very overt ways, which isn't true. I'm an extremely introverted person and if I wasn't a large person with a mop of very thick and vivid hair on my head, no-one would ever notice me. The truth is that most people living with psychiatric issues suffer in silence. Most of us don't want to cause any trouble because we're tired of being stigmatized and victimized.

There are those who would say that people like me simply shouldn't participate in activities like this. I say that isn't true.

Sometimes my emotional skin is a little thicker than it's been this month. This has been a rather difficult year so far. 

One thing's for sure, though. Vampires are off the table with future WEP challenges. Because, yikes!

~Cie Has Vomited Words~



Troiku Challenge 2019: Day 13: Fireflies


steamy night
fireflies
out in the rain

steamy night
near marsh or swamp or wet field
dank, cloying odor

fireflies
once upon a time I thought
they were fairy steeds

out in the rain
sometimes I can remember
belief in magic

Jim & Cie


Notes:
The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by modern Haiku poet Jim Kacian. The Three Horses of the Apocalypse are to be blamed on me.
I don't believe in magic or much of anything else these days. But sometimes when it rains I can remember how it felt to believe.

Real Cie Reviews: The Engine Woman's Light



Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book for review. This is a duplicate of my review on Amazon. 

Four out of five stars

I would love to have given this book five stars. It was exceptionally imaginative and well-written. That being said...
I'm tired of larger people being used in stories as Things That Should Not Be. The two larger people were described in ways that made it apparent that they were slovenly, undesirable, unattractive, and disgusting. People of all sizes exist. Large people shouldn't only be placed in stories to be the butt of jokes and the object of sneering revulsion.
I sometimes didn't know if the story's protagonist was Juanita or her breasts. Her breasts were mentioned many more times than necessary. She's a female human being. The majority of female human beings have breasts unless something has happened to necessitate the removal thereof, i.e. surgery.
If I had a dollar for every time a story, movie, or television show decided that a female character needed to be sexually assaulted for Realism (TM), I'd be rich. 
Antonio's behavior is somewhat expected, given the sort of person he is. Graham's behavior in the scene where he first touches Juanita in a non-platonic way was creepy and made me feel a bit revolted by a character that I'd previously liked quite well. 
When century-old men lust after women young enough to be their great-great-granddaughters, the ick factor increases exponentially. Whether in Twilight (a book I couldn't get through because of the level of purple prose) or a series such as The Originals, my reaction to this sort of pairing is to roll my eyes and groan "oh, come on!"
Juanita was a unique, resilient, and overall wonderful character who would have been even more compelling and inspiring if the story's focus was more on her accomplishing her mission and less on Getting Together With Her Man.
Despite the negative issues, I, for the most part, enjoyed the book and recommend it to anyone who enjoys fantasy and science fiction, particularly the Steampunk genre.

~Cie~

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