2023-12-10

December brings
cold wind and seasonal flyers –
broken banks

Post: Life isn’t fair…

Stark accumulation of truth

Came across this picture in a social media feed, and it reminded me of the film Labyrinth.

Sarah: That’s not fair!

Jareth: You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is?

Hardest pill I swallowed was realizing I meant nothing to people that meant a lot to me.

Truth hurts

Post: Killing my Clones

I am killing off my social media clones that I had used to promote my writing. Twitter; Facebook; and anywhere else that I can remember creating MerlinSpielen or Stephen Mumble web presence. 

I linger here even though I have moved some work elsewhere – there are over 2000 posts in this site and whenever I start looking for the ones that are not awful – I get distracted! 

Inertia is a powerful force! 

Ramble: Consternation

I want to be more than this tangled mess of feelings
You fill me with want and panic and sweet dread
Concrete shoes upon my feet pulling me down
Into the eternal green of wine-tossed seas

There is no hope
No escape from what I am
Once upon a time
I had dreams
Sweet as summer clover
Waiting to be mown
Raked into windrows
Dried beneath summer sun
Now I am fallow emptiness
Unfulfilled
Overgrown with scrub
And Goldenrod
Copse of young black willows
Bending flat in the wind
You are innocent catalyst
releasing demons long suppressed
I am winnowed chaff
scattered by ancient winds
across fields you will never see.