The Writer that Almost Wasn’t

Trains of Thought
The Great Escape – Intensive Journal Writing

Weighing Words

 

Franz Von Stuck

 

My eighth grade English teacher

used to give every single one of my papers a D-.

 

That was as close as he could get to failing every thing I handed in- he couldn’t do that with tests if I got the answers correct, but I lost points on those papers too because my A’s looked like O’s and my I’s looked like L’s.

You get the picture.

So my essays and themes and short stories didn’t get failed because I at least handed something in and turned up for class everyday, he told me.

He also did try to get me into remedial English classes, but the only thing that kept him from doing that was that I tested at College level for reading comprehension. He was convinced I had cheated and I had to retake the tests again with two monitors watching me the entire time.

 

So I got a D on my final report card and on the last day of school  he made fun of my essay in front of the other class by reading it out loud with the words butchered because he pronounced the words with the a’s and o’s and l’s and t’s with the letters that he thought he saw.

Did anyone laugh? Not really and did I get upset? No. Because the paper he was making fun of had just won me tickets to see the Seattle Sonics play a game and he knew it.

 

A few years after I graduated from high school I heard my former English teacher’s son had died in mountain climbing accident.

I tried to feel sorry for my teacher  because it was the right thing to do, but you have guessed correctly if you assumed I could careless about the pain and loss he felt.

Our words and how we use them come with a price and a cost and that’s why we should choose, very carefully how we use them- as an English teacher he should have knows that better then anyone.

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Masks

Trains of Thought
The Great Escape – Intensive Journal Writing

Cabinet of Curiosities

( Work inspired by my photos and personal mementos )

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I want a new face

a new heart

a new pair of eyes

and a new tongue-

a sharper tongue, a more clever tongue

then the one I have in my head.

I want a new mask

or maybe three

Maybe one of them will tell me

who I am supposed to be.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The Duck Pond

This was inspired by a Writing Prompt where you pick three spooky words and write a poem or story based on the words.

I chose Banshee, Corrupted and Creep.

 

Banshee blood

corrupted, cursed and revolting

it’s pooling in a pond where I used to feed  the ducks.

 

Who will cage it?

will anyone  swim in it?

Who will watch it creep towards the shore?

Will anybody grab a bucket, sponge scream out in fear

more likely then not

everyone will  pretend as if it’s not there.

 

Banshee blood

corrupt,  cursed and revolting

I wonder if the Ducks that I used to feed

wished it wasn’t there.

 

The Blessing

From The Danse Macabre Prompt: Standing on a Literary Legend’s Shoulders

We meet another of The Prince’s guests:

I had found a place to get off of my feet

maybe catch a quick bite

and chew the fat with the locals

 who call this  town I wandered into home.

But before I could settle in and settle down for a spell

at the Diner called ” Lorna’s “

the Sheriff walked in and put a bullet between my eyes.

Good thing it wasn’t silver.

Good thing indeed.

I Want To Dance Like Salome

Inspired By The Bancroft Prompt: Fantasy Destinations :

You could spend the night in this painting, courtesy of the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts or perhaps you could be lucky enough to be selected to stay with Mona Lisa at the Louvre.

Franz von Stuck (1863–1928), Teasing (1889)

If I could choose a painting to  spend one day, one hour, or even a very long night inside of, I would choose a painting by Franz Von Stuck.

Why?

Because they are full of monsters  and  unhinged desire-in his works  passion, fear and beauty are mashed up and then it all  goes right off the rails.

If I had the chance to know what’s it’s like to be let off of my chain and run.

I would.

It’s a dream of mine to have the nerve to do that.

Salome by Franz Von Stuck

In planning my Von Stuck inspired Destination Trip  even a trip to Hell is not out of the question.

I am captivated by the story  the ” Inferno” tells because in this painting there are faces and bodies occupying ever square inch- even the flames seems to reflect the images of the damned.

Still, each figure is alone in it’s own way and oblivious to what is around them.

At least that I what I think and I am curious enough to ask them if that’s the case.

But that is Hell isn’t it? Feeling alone in an ocean of souls.

Inferno by Franz Von Stuck

The worlds that Von Stuck created in his portraits have a sense of danger, adventure and humor- there is a lot of smiling going on in his works.

They’re wolfish smiles.

But does that matter?

Not to me, not if I’m planning my Fantasy Destination.

In fact, I would prefer to meet a wolf or two along the way.

Dissonance by Franz Von Stuck

Info On Paintings:

Salome

Teasing

Inferno

Trick Or Treat? That Is The Question

From The Red Death Project– meet one of Prospero’s Guests.

She’s getting into the Halloween Spirit of things.

Photo by rawpixel.com on Pexels.com

If you knock on my door on Halloween

I promise not try to act scary.

Not that I can do that anyway because I wear glasses and I like to wear sweatshirts with dogs on them. Who would I be fooling? Not you, that’s for certain.

If you knock on my door on Halloween

I promise to only hand out the tastiest chocolates shaped like severed heads and bloody  fingers and  eyeballs with a sweet mushie surprise inside and the crunchiest Candied Sugar Bones you have ever popped into your mouth and ground  between your teeth.

My candies wrapped in orange and black tinfoil and I make them myself.

I’m a very skilled candy maker.

If you knock on my door on Halloween

I promise I will  answer the door the minute you knock

I’ll let you take as much candy as you want

and after you’re done and walking away

I promise that  when I let my monsters chase you down the walkway- my werewolf, I call him Darwin, will probably get to you first-

cross my heart and hope to die- well- not me obviously-but I digress

I promise to not eat your share of candy, except for maybe the Crunchy Sugar Bones.

Those are my favorites.

If you knock on my door on Halloween

I can promise you this-all kidding aside, your Halloween Night  will never end.

I Shall Always Be The Big Sister

There are times when I really enjoy being the Big Sister in my family.

The ‘being responsible’ thing really does blow, but do you know what the upside is?

You get to get away with a lot because as the oldest you get to blindside your inexperienced parents. Seriously, they have no idea about what is normal and what is not when it comes to kids.

Especially if your firstborn is a creative thinker.

Like,  I  have been exploring my family tree and I’ve come across a few interesting things- like one of my relatives was a solider in the American Revolution- something I don’t particularly crow about because the other half of my family were British and Canadian and why cause a bunch of my dearly departed to spin in their graves?

Anyway-meet Isaac Ross:

But a recent find tickled my Big Sister funny bone.

This is a distant cousin of mine named Bertram Douglas Godfrey- he was a Reverend.

Yeah. I’m still trying to wrap my brain around that. The thing is, the Godfreys have been naming their sons Bertram since the 16oo’s- so finding another Bertram Godfrey wasn’t exactly a huge find- what I thought was great was that my Dad’s name is Bertram Godfrey and my little brother’s name is Douglas Godfrey.

So when I found a grave with both their names mashed onto the headstone I had a big laugh and great idea little brother’s birthday card  or better yet a Christmas card because I am THAT kind of Big Sister and I can get away with things like that.

If you would like, in the photos below, you can meet Bertram Douglas Godfrey in his final resting place.

He lived and died in England, he and his wife and children lived in Australia for about three years and he served in the military for the British ( ahem ) in WW1

and he made me glad I am the kind of Big Sister who shall always do and revel in being and doing the kind of silly stunts that Big Sisters do:

Yours,

Anita Marie Moscoso

formally

Anita Marie Godfrey

Rev Bertram Douglas Godfrey

Rev Bertram Douglas Godfrey Kirkley Cemetery Lowestoft, Suffolk, England.