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Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Chiroptera (Part One)

The township was officially named the 56th charter of the Order of the Chiroptera. Every night at sundown, the monks would set up the altar at the edge of the cave, a swallowing mouth of darkness and stale air. They would light the red candles and hum softly, as the fading light of the sun kissed the temples of the townsfolk. Merchants would wind their carts slowly through the crowd, offering refreshments and trinkets, talismans to facilitate the worshiping process and jewels to attract good luck. Children would run circles around each other and laugh with sugar stained lips, until the moon began to show and the night crept in—then there would be a hushed silence and the children would huddle close to their mothers and husbands would wrap their arms around their family and they would wait for the Exodus.

On the night in question, there was a split second of silence as the sun disappeared.

And then the squeaking broke through the air and the sky was suddenly filled with black specks of bats as they washed over the countryside. Awoken from their sleep, they dipped and swirled, forming an almost impenetrable mass of darkness against the cloudy night sky.


Saturday, January 4, 2014

New Poem-Illustrations + Prints for Sale!

A renewed interest in writing has brought an equally renewed interest in illustrating some of my shorter stories and poems, such as this image that I worked up today:


More are definitely on the way, so keep an eye out here, or on my Society 6 storefront for prints of these unique illustrations. 


Friday, January 3, 2014

And since when has darkness been her enemy?

Restless and stretching, bones and muscles, flesh and soul. Reach for the Moon's hand—and find empty air. She sits in the dark and contemplates her choices. Is this the witch's curse? To be so riddled with worry that her bottom lip begins to bleed? Her powers only extend to others and do little to console her own soul, damned as it is.

Her spirit-companion sits near the fire, though it can feel no heat nor cold, and only looks up when she moves around the room. It can feel her restlessness and understands that its immaterial form can offer her no solace at the moment.

With the ground so frozen, the worms do not come out to play and she fears she may have lost her one and only true purpose. A sickness has attacked the small town and there are many knocks on her door for a cure, but she needs the petals from a rose and no one can offer her such a delicacy. Why, then, has she been given this task? Materials are so bare here. Why does the Crow God insist she stay? He says there is a darkness out to get her, but why does he care? And since when has darkness been her enemy? There are many questions keeping her eyelids from closing tonight, and very few answers to satiate her worry.

Together

We came upon the milky gray river and washed our souls with rosemary.

We must never forget that feeling. The vibration of pumping blood is never too much to handle. Scrapes and bruises must equal severed limbs and crushed bones if we are to survive. The Witch grabs my hand.


We are in this together now.  

That's when she finds the spell

When the cold wind blows—that's when she finds the spell, carried along with the leaves of an ancient tree and the smoke from a fire on the other side of the world. The Gods are not happy; the child is an abomination in the face of nature. She must be destroyed tonight or the heavens will wreak havoc on the Coven.

But one witch does not care and she begs the Worms for their help. They desire her flesh and she promises them that.


The child lives.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Marla

She slept in the ground for forty-three years. She slept and waited, waited for the vibration of footsteps above her--waited for a savior, a shovel and sifting dirt.

She could still feel the knife blade in her stomach.

She could still see the drunken ignorance on his face.

So she slept and waited and gathered her strength.

She called upon the worms and spiders to help her.

I will give you my skin and hair and nails, if you will give me breath, she thought. The worms took her skin and the spiders took her hair. They shared the nails.

She breathed cool and deep and waited . . .

Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Worm Witch

There are a few out there who know about a project I have been working on called "The Worm Witch," and there are even fewer who know about the origins of the tale. The Worm Witch could raise the dead, being one of the Nine great witches of our time. You might see her story here soon, in fact, if I can ever bring myself to share it (I'm a greedy artist sometimes).

Something rather odd happened to me this morning: last night was filled with awkward dreams and slight echoes of old friends and their betrayals. I don't know if I was thinking directly about the Worm Witch while I dreamt, but I know I had thought about her before I fell asleep, even if the thought was fleeting. Well, I opened my eyes this morning and found a tiny, brown worm staring at me. Literally. It was sitting up, it's midsection bent, and it was looking at me inquisitively. I'm not sure where he or she came from but maybe, perhaps, I called it in my sleep...?

Monday, July 20, 2009

Seatrucks: scswa

she holds his kisses in her palms
collecting them one by one
she'll save them for a rainy day
when her arms are too empty
and her lips are too cold.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Seatrucks: Today or Tomorrow

They were laying side by side on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as if it was the night sky with bodies pressed together.

"I'm glad I have you, even if it's just for today or tomorrow," she whispered, words scratching across dry lips.

There was a brief moment of silence and her pulse thudded against her wrists in fear.

"I'll keep you as long as I can," he whispered back, finally, and his arms held her closer and tighter.

I hope you never let go, she said quietly.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Seatrucks: swlc

She lives for the days
when the word
"love"
crosses his lips.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Seatrucks: t & hpahhb &

There is shame across her cheeks
& Worry streaming from her eyes

He leans over and kisses her arm,
placing cool lips
against warm skin
He whispers: "I love you,"against her ear.

His lips do little to save her from herself
but they send chills down her spine
& remind her that she is Alive.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

A Sense of National Pride

A/N: I was a little worried about posting this essay. For one, most of you will probably find the subject matter uninteresting and skip over this post like it doesn't exist. Secondly, I felt very insecure about it. I was writing about a subject matter with which I felt unfamiliar and I worried about getting all of the facts right. My instructor gave me a 94% on it though, so I suppose I pulled it off.

* * *

"A Sense of National Pride"

The Situation

India is still a young child in the face of independence. As the largest democratic nations, it faces a difficult task: pleasing all of its citizens, while upholding the beliefs that have shaped its culture for centuries. The history of India is crowded with oppression and hostility. From the years 1000 to 1757 the nation was under Islamic rule until the British colonization from 1757 to 1947. While under the tyranny of third-party rule, two main factions of religious affiliations arose from disaccord: Hinduism and Islam. In fact, there have been clashes between Hindus and Muslims since the 12th century. The Muslims had always been a minority, and thus naturally heedful of Hindu rule. But when, in 1915, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi called on the people of India to unite in the face of British rule, the two groups joined together. Under a united front, India secured its independence.

However, the unity did not last long. Gandhi was assassinated because of his Muslim-friendly views and the two groups settled once again into the comfort of dissent. Since India’s independence, the tension between the groups continues to erupt periodically in bloody, atrocious acts. In the late 1980s, the concept of Hindu fundamentalism (also called Hindu nationalism) began to take hold of India’s political system and has since perpetrated these acts. Though the ideology has existed since the early 20th century, within recent years it has permeated into a sense of national pride that the average Indian citizen can display, like a badge pinned to one’s chest, or even an avatar to save the Hindu people from foreign (Islamic) invaders. As a nation and a religion that has been largely controlled and formed by foreign forces (the word “Hindu” is even a Persian mispronunciation of the word “Indus”), they are searching to take control and exert a national authority that has hitherto been underestimated.


The Reasoning

Hindu fundamentalism is a nationalist ideology that seeks to preserve Hindu heritage by converting the Republic of India into a strictly Hindu polity. However, the Hindu principles they seem to promote are influenced more by nationalism than by religion, in part because Hinduism does not have a specific sacred text to which to conform. Hinduism becomes a national identity rather than a set of rules to be obeyed. Even Buddhism and Jainism—separate religions in their own right—are seen merely as variations of Hinduism. In this manner, the presumptuous addition of the word “fundamentalism” only helps to serve their justifications, as opposed to their cause. The phrase “Hindu Fundamentalism” (or even “Hindu Nationalism”) can more accurately be replaced with “Hindu Fascism.” The tactics they employ and seem to condone are usually tinged with terrorism. Indeed, allegiance to a religious code has never been of particular importance to Hindu groups.

One such group is the Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP), or Indian People's Party. It was founded in 1980 and is one of India major political parties. They are often associated with the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS), a non-political cultural organization founded in 1925 (in fact, a former member of the RSS was responsible for Gandhi’s assassination in 1948).


The Tactics


The BJP and its members have been suspected of being involved in a number of questionable activities; the most significant was a movement that culminated in the destruction of Babri Masjid, a mosque that they claimed was built on the birthplace of the Hindu god Rama. The established Muslim structure was demolished at the hands of a Hindu mob and the subsequent riots—some of the worst inter-communal violence since 1947--led to more than 2,000 deaths. Although there was certainly religious fervor behind the destruction of the Babri Mosque, the attack was, above all, fueled by the Hindu fundamentalists’ belief of the essential Hindu identity of India and their concept of Muslims as inherently foreign.

In February of 2002, hundreds of volunteers returned to Ayodhya to begin construction of the Ram Janmabhoomi temple. A train carrying activists returning from Ayodhya got into an argument with a Muslim selling tea on the Godhra station platform. The carriage was set on fire and the 58 people inside were killed. Though this was not the first incident between Hindu pilgrims and Godhra Muslims, forensic evidence indicates that the fire was started from inside the carriage. This suggests that the Hindus had started the fires themselves, knowing that the incident would provoke riots and increase the BJP’s support. And indeed: rioting began the next morning. The violence led to nearly a thousand deaths, most of which were Muslims. The police either did nothing or even joined in on the attacks. The result was a doubling of support for the BJP.

However, that is not to say that Muslims have not retaliated. A clear example of Islamic extremism can be seen in the recent bombings in Mumbai, which took place November 26-29 of 2008. There were more than ten coordinated shooting and bombing attacks across India's largest city. At least 137 people were killed and at least 308 were wounded. Among the locations that were targeted was the Taj Mahal Palace & Tower, as well as a number of popular and highly-populated establishments. Only one of the attackers was captured alive: Ajmal Amir Kasab. He disclosed that the attackers were members of a Pakistan-based militant organization considered to be a terrorist organization by India, the United States, and the United Kindgdom. The Pakistani Government originally denied any citizen involvement in the attacks. However, in January 2009 Pakistan’s Information Minister Sherry Rehman officially accepted Ajmal Amir’s nationality as Pakistani. A month later, Pakistan’s Interior Minister confirmed that parts of the attack had been planed in Pakistan and that six people were currently being held in connection to the attacks.


The Future?

As the tension between Muslims and Hindus continues to push against the fabric of India’s culture, when will the fabric be ripped to shreds, completely beyond any type of repair? The timeline remains unseen in the volatile, unpredictability of human nature. One thing can be seen though: India’s attempt to circumnavigate terrorist threats to its people. A recent indication of this is the announcement that the Board of Control for Cricket in India has decided to move the second season of the Indian Premier League (IPL) outside of India. The dates of IPL are in concordance with a major upcoming election and some fear an attack by political, pseudo-religious extremists. Negotiations led to South Africa as the chosen location. Though the full consequences of this decision remain to be seen, some would say that the IPL is giving into terrorism. However, this decision shows political maturity; it shows a knowledge and understanding of the threat at hand. Above all, it shows a desire to preserve the Hindu way of life in a seemingly more stable maneuver than what has been previously executed.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Seatrucks: wtaf

we go together like
thesky&thegrass
a perfect line
for the sun to rest

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Seatrucks: hlth

his fingers will grow
like flames
the fire to purge
her earth

Thursday, March 19, 2009

A Leaf, A Flower, A Fruit Or Water

“A Leaf, A Flower, A Fruit Or Water”
The Bhagavad Gita and Global Warming



The Conflict
The Earth is a precious resource, providing nourishment and ensuring the constant flow of life. As its inhabitants, it falls on humanity’s shoulders to preserve and protect the environment. But the costs of limiting industrial emissions of greenhouse gases, as well as adopting alternative energy sources, would be substantial. Should we bother? Although we are already noticing the potential disaster that global warming will cause, will it seriously affect our society within our lifetime? The timeline may not be static, but it would certainly take decades for our lifestyles to be severely impacted by this phenomenon. If we attempt to counteract the effects now, our fragile financial structure could fall and many more would suffer immediately for our good intentions.

The Answer
The Bhagavad Gita, or “Song of the Lord,” is “essence of the teachings of the Vedas and Upanisads.”* It is regarded as the most important scripture within Hinduism and can be interpreted in many different ways. Indeed, it can be read as a realistic account of fratricidal conflict or even an ethical tale of good and evil. On a more spiritual level, it can be seen as a way to eradicate one’s ego to achieve certain liberation from the embodied self.

As the poem begins, two opposing armies are preparing to fight a civil war. On one side, we have the five Pandu brothers, the most notable of which is Arjuna. On the other side are their cousins. Arjuna has been chosen to start the battle but as he looks upon his adversaries, he can see family members, childhood friends, and mentors. The sight of such familiar faces weakens his resolve to fight and he would rather renounce society than kill his family and friends. Although it is clearly his duty to fight this war—his duty to maintain society and liberate this kingdom from the oppressive rule of his cousin—he will be killing his relatives and destroying the society his is trying to preserve. He is unsure of what action to take and seeks the advice of his charioteer and mentor, Krishna.

Krishna is the king of a neighboring town, but also an avatar of the God Vishnu. The conversation he has with Arjuna makes up the text of the Bhagavad Gita. The message relies on the idea of an ultimate perspective: the atman (soul) is permanent, while the body is temporary. The body will die, but the atman cannot be killed nor can it kill. The roles that we play within life are necessary to ensure the continuance of society but they are merely transient. It is an illusion: maya. We must view our deepest, inner self as unembodied consciousness and give up all desire for results. Remove your ego and act for the good of the world—not individual interest. It is not the action that we must forego, but the egotistic attachment to the eventuality of the action.

Furthermore, those who act in unattached selflessness worship God in any form: the supreme God. Devoting our actions to God in this manner will bring knowledge to our conflicts. Quoting the Gita directly,

Whoever offers, with
devotion, A leaf, a flower, a
fruit or water— That offering
of devotion From the pure in
heart I accept.
(9.26)**


As long as our actions are made without narcissistic intentions and in the spirit of devotion to the supreme God, divine power will guide our way and overcome any wickedness that seeks to subvert us.

The Solution
Applying the message from the Bhagavad Gita can solve the conflict between global warming and the financial situation. By accurately viewing the financial crisis as a purely materialistic problem—a temporary issue—it is obvious that, as living beings and inhabitants of the earth, protecting the environment should take precedence. The economy is a man-made construct that can be likened to the embodied self, while the environment is a universal thing that lives and breathes without the conceited entanglements of the human race.

Worrying about our own self-imposed systems shows attachment to the physical world—which is temporary. Although the earth is something physical, the eternal cycle of life that it nurtures is paramount to the manufactured society that we would otherwise be trying to uphold. Therefore, we must act to protect the environment without concern for the financial repercussions. In a broader sense, we must act to uphold all forms of life—not just the human race—and by doing so devote our intentions to God.

The Conclusion
I think the ideals brought forth by the Bhagavad Gita would be beneficial for some Western conflicts. From a contemporary viewpoint, the message has many facets and its multiple interpretations broaden its possible relevance. Likewise, the universality of the tale ensures the timelessness of the story. Such beliefs have the habit of transcending the human psyche to penetrate our inherent need for understanding and knowledge.

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*The Indian Way by John M. Roller p. 189
**Translation from The Indian Way by John M. Roller p. 205

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Little Crow

I was folded into the flock under Mama Crow’s wing. I don’t quite fit in with my family. I have these oddly thin, featherless wings that cause me some difficulty when it comes to flying, but Mama says that’s because the flock needed someone to write messages for various diplomatic situations and my wings were made just for that. I’m glad I can help, although I wish I didn’t have to ride on someone’s back when we go flying. Mama is making me a special sweater with a ton of feathers, so maybe that’ll help.

(pictures & drawings pending)

Monday, February 9, 2009

Christmas lights blinking proudly in the middle of February

It starts with a giggle while flipping through some gaudy astrology book that her roommate left behind. Tales of unresolved sexual tension hang in the air between them, like a string of Christmas lights blinking proudly in the middle of February.

Later, it begins with his hand against her back and she's suddenly aware of his leg against her own. Flames from his skin tingle through jeans and leave her thigh burned and aching. She can feel it the next day, a soft cool scar that may never fade.


It ends at the beginning of the week when softly smiled words turn to harsh exaggerations of the truth. A friendship is oddly strengthened, but torn asunder all the same. Trust and tears wash down her cheeks--and that soft cool scar? She can't remember it.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Sharp Leaves

An older poem. I was reminded of it today.

"Sharp Leaves"
Sharp leaves crunch
And a soft mouth smiles.
The sound of such
Things can make a heart beat for miles.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Ones and Twos

"I have a problem," she says.

He pauses, turns, and waits for the inevitable.

"Why are these things always one-sided? It's not fair. Some emotions should be felt in pairs."

"Yes, they should."

She sighs. "I'm easily forgotten, I suppose."

Saturday, December 27, 2008

They're an accident.

He falls into her hug, and his arms wrap around her so tightly, like she's some precious, fragile thing he's trying not to drop. (And she wonders maybe, just maybe, if his arms squeeze too tightly, he'll get that piece of her soul she hopes he's looking for and write his name on it in permanent marker.)

"You know," she whispers against his ear. She can feel his hand playing with the tips of her hair. "We're the type of thing that could happen--that should happen--but won't ever happen. Because if it did, it shouldn't happen and it couldn't happen."

His only response is a long sigh, and his arms tighten momentarily before he pulls back. "See ya later. Don't get yourself killed driving home."

"It's not me you have to worry about. It's everyone who gets in my way," she replies with a smile.


When she drives away, he's sitting in his own car, rolling down the windows and turning the volume up to blaring. That shirt looks good on him, she thinks, peaking at him through her rear view mirror.

She doesn't realize that the car in front of her has stopped.