Scrambled Brain

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Will rises early, eager to please his mother, whose birthday is today of all days. He shuffles to the kitchen to make her a special breakfast. He looks in the refrigerator but finds it bare. He checks the pantry and sees cobwebs in it. Remembering another refrigerator in the house, he goes downstairs to the basement.

What a senile moment, he chuckles to himself. Of course, he stocks the downstairs fridge so no one can see the exotic food he keeps. He takes out a plastic container and brings it upstairs.

After fussing around the kitchen and making all the fixings, Will carries a tray of food down a short hallway. He stops in front of a closed door and knocks.

“Mama?” He calls out softly and gently opens the door. He sets down the tray on a dusty dresser and walks to the bed where a desiccated looking body is laying under a blanket.

“Rise and shine, birthday gal.” Will sits the figure up. “I made your favorite, scrambled brain, Mama.” He gets the tray and places it on the bed between the remains and himself. Sitting across from her, he talks about the things they’ll do to celebrate her birthday.  Every year he finds it easier to face his mother because his vision is growing weaker. He doesn’t like seeing how his mother ages.

Graveyard Shift (a 50-word story)

poker-faced

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Since working at the morgue, Elmer has learned to appreciate the dead. He looks at the clock and sighs. A few more hours until he can call it dawn.

“Okay, your move,” he says to the poker-faced corpse propped on a seat across from him, with a chessboard between them.

[NOTE: This short story was expanded by Matthew Tonks and posted in SlasherMonster Magazine.]

Faithless

burnt lives

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Suicide bombing
A manipulated act
Brainwashed by cowards.

Nothing more but waste
A blight to humanity
They’re the true zombies.

Soulless, purposeless
Vessels for Satan’s bidding
Nothing more, nothing.

Fierce Tears

fierce tears

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Another terrorist shoot down
Receiving undeserved renown
For yet one more action of hate
Sealing innocent people’s fate.

One after another
Alone or with others,
They come and go as they please,
Festering like an incurable disease.

From San Bernardino
Now to Orlando,
Random, yet not random
Acts of doom.

No guaranty
Of any kind of security
Though such is the reality,
The more reason to seek solidarity.

Wednesday Weep

Tuesday terror

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Another day to memorialize
Tuesday 3/22/16
Acts of terror to desensitize.

An attack to all humanity
In the heart of Brussels,
Taking more lives again, senselessly.

When will it end?

Strike one, two, three,
Explosions in the airport and the metro station;
ISIS claims responsibility reprehensibility.

Nowhere to run from this hell storm,
Safety anywhere fast becoming a rarity,
Threats all over the world the new norm.

What will make it end?

While politicians rant,
And terrorists continue to rave.
We’re left to do the mourning chant:

How will it end?

Everest (a movie review)

An exciting, beautiful, courageous yet ultimately sad movie. I’m sorry for any implied spoilers, but this film is definitely worth a watch. I’ve always been fascinated about people’s desire to take on death-defying adventures. I enjoy hiking and the feeling of strength as my body is being challenged, so I appreciate this kind of action. It makes me want to climb the mountain, but I would likely perish before reaching the first camp.
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’70s Flashback Romance

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Image: Pixabay

[Story told with Song Titles from the ’70s top hits]

Freddy adjusts his hospital bed so he can recline. Seventy years old and ailing with sarcoma, his only comfort are the memories of when he first met the love of his life. He closes his eyes to recall those times . . .

Over 40 years ago . . .

“Ooh, Candy Man.” Freddy stares at the muscle man centerfold.

No one is around the apartment courtyard to pay attention to him leafing through Billy’s Bi-Cycle World, an underground magazine his former partner used to bring home. Now no one is bringing home anything to him because He’s Alone Again (Naturally). He hasn’t had anyone stay long enough with him through the Seasons in the Sun. He suspects it’s because he dresses like a Rhinestone Cowboy. An eternal optimist, Freddy decides to Get Down Tonight and drop by the club Convoy, where he can be himself as a Dancing Queen.

Tucked in MacArthur Park, the bar looks unassuming from the outside. In contrast, the inside is Hot Stuff, with a strobe light dominating the ceiling and glittering the burgundy and black plush interior. Freddy glides over to the bar.

Knock on Wood.” Freddy raps his knuckles on the oaken counter, as he hails his favorite bartender, Tony. Tony waves at Freddy from the end of the counter, calling out, “I’ll Be There.

Freddy gives him a thumbs up and swivels his chair to the other side to check out the crowd. He sees the regulars and winks at one or two he’s had trysts with. He feels a tap on his shoulder. Someone whispers in his ear, “(Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty.”

Recognizing the voice, Freddy laughs as he turns around. “If it ain’t the New Kid in Town. Hey, Daniel, what . . . .” His voice trails as he’s Blinded by the Light that appears to outline the Adonis that stands next to Dan, his friend.

“Freddy, meet Michel. He’s moving here from New York and looking for a place to stay. Since I still live with my parents who aren’t quite open to . . . you know . . .”

“For sure, I Can Help.” Freddy extends his hand to shake Michel’s. “With a Little Luck, we’ll find you a Hotel California.” Freddy squeezes Michel’s hand and adds, “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing.” Freddy turns to Dan and says, “You mind?”

“Go right ahead. I’m looking for my Brown Sugar.” Dan goes toward a large group that swallows him.

Just before Freddy and Michel head to the dance floor, Tony comes up to them from behind the counter, “Freddy, you want your usual?” Freddy looks questioningly at Michel, who says, “I’ll have a Manhattan.”

“Ooh, make that two.”

As Tony makes their drinks, Freddy and Michel sit at the bar, facing each other, knee-to-knee.

“I want to Make it with You,” Freddy says to Michel.

Let’s Get it On.

Soon after they get their drinks, they swig them and hurry over to Freddy’s place, where they do Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and pretend to do some Kung Fu Fighting. As they reach the peak of their high, Freddy starts to strip dance and says to Michel, “You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet.”

That’s the Way (I Like It).

After that fateful evening, Freddy and Michel became inseparable. Although they had their fair share of War with each other, they always hopped back on the Love Train. Once, Michel left and took a Midnight Train to Georgia. It was a sad period of 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover for Freddy. But, Michel came back The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia. On their 10th anniversary of being together, Michel found out he had AIDS. Freddy went through a Love Rollercoaster, but Michel said to him, “Don’t Leave Me this Way, When I Need You. Don’t Give Up on Us.” When he buried Michel, Freddy knew then that his heart would always have a void no one can fill. It felt like The Night Chicago Died.

His thought of Michel at peace brings him back to his present condition. He will soon be Reunited with him. It won’t be long now. He imagines Michel saying, “Too Much Heaven, but I’ll Take You There.” Freddy feels his eyes misting and thinks The Tears of a Clown. As his consciousness starts drifting, his last thought is being with Michel again and saying to him, “Looks Like We Made It.”

Song titles in the order they appear

Candy Man – Sammy Davis Jr.
Alone Again (Naturally) – Gilbert O’Sullivan
Seasons in the Sun – Terry Jacks
Rhinestone Cowboy – Glen Campbell
Get Down Tonight – KC and the Sunshine Band
Convoy – C.W. McCall
Dancing Queen – Abba
MacArthur Park – Donna Summer
Hot Stuff – Donna Summer
Knock on Wood – Amii Stewart
I’ll Be There – The Jackson 5
(Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty – KC and the Sunshine Band
New Kid in Town – Eagles
Daniel – Elton John
Blinded by the Light – Manfred Mann’s Earth Band
I Can Help – Billy Swan
With a Little Luck – Wings
Hotel California – Eagles
You Make Me Feel Like Dancing – Leo Sayer
Brown Sugar – The Rolling Stones
Make it with You – Bread
Let’s Get it On – Marvin Gaye
Sky with Diamonds – Elton John
Kung Fu Fighting – Carl Douglas
You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet – Bachman-Turner Overdrive
That’s the Way (I Like It) – KC and the Sunshine Band
War – Edwin Starr
Love Train – The O’Jays
Midnight Train to Georgia – Gladys Knight & the Pips
50 Ways to Leave Your Lover – Paul Simon
The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia – Vicki Lawrence
Love Rollercoaster – Ohio Players
Don’t Leave Me this Way – Thelma Houston
When I Need You – Leo Sayer
Don’t Give Up on Us – David Soul
The Night Chicago Died – Paper Lace
Reunited – Peaches & Herb
Too Much Heaven – Bee Gees
I’ll Take You There – The Staple Singers
The Tears of a Clown – Smokey Robinson & the Miracles
Looks Like We Made It – Barry Manilow

In Memory of David Bowie 1/8/47-1/10/16

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 [Prose composed of David Bowie’s songs.]

Ashes to Ashes, my Heroes, Major Tom, Ziggy Stardust, and Halloween Jack, will no longer be Dancing in the Street. The Man Who Sold the World deserves more Golden Years. I want to Scream Like a Baby. I feel like a Panic in Detroit Without You, Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud. You who defended China Girl and built a Suffragette City with Diamond Dogs Looking for Water. I’m Deranged, Little Wonder. Let’s Dance to Fame and the Young Americans. I can Rebel Rebel all I want but you won’t rise like Lazarus. I will have to make Changes. I shall not lean on the Weeping Wall and wallow in Sorrow. From Across the Universe, can you see if there is Life on Mars? Can You Hear Me? You’ll make a great New Killer Star, the Prettiest Star. I shall Move On to look for another Modern Love.