get out Perseus
I’ve said no
a thousand times
I want to be alone
you call me Monster
but it’s you who are the monster
forcing women against their will
keeping them in cages
you call me Gorgon
I wear the name proudly
you fear my power
I’m not here for you
or I will kill you
the snakes hissed
reaching for him
their eyes red with rage
you dare speak to me that way
his hands balled into fists
and with one swift motion
his head hit the floor
I speak anyway I wish
said Medusa softly
this is my home
then she grabbed his ankle
and dragged his still body to the sea
See original by Gigi!
Filed under Poetry, reblog
Fabulous art from Gigi that has a lot to say!
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My second collection of poetry, Moonpies & Naugahyde: A Childhood Survived, is available on Amazon. Fabulous watercolor paintings by Georgiann Carlson accompany my poems throughout, creating a book I am extremely proud of!
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You think you know Santa? Here is a story that might have you rethinking that. Enjoy this dark tale by Gigi 🙂
Picture from: Pinterest
You think you know me, but you do not. You make up stories about me and believe they are true, but they are not. You mold me into what you wish me to be but I tell you, you know me not. You give me names that suit you, suit your fiction and your beliefs, but do you ever wonder who I truly am? Do you ask yourself what I am?
Humans are funny creatures, thinking that believing makes it so. I can assure you that nothing is farther from the truth. Outside of your slanted and tiny belief system are wonders untold. Layers of life you are blind to, by choice and by circumstance. You turn away from the things that do not fit into your story but those things do not disappear, they live on without your consent or acknowledgement.
Names have power, I will…
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Chicago Botanic Garden: Picture by Gigi See Original
she possesses softness and beauty
and remembers to hold them tightly
surrounding herself with love
and enveloping her soul with kindness
because while you should always be kind to others
it is equally important to be kind to yourself
and sometimes harder to do
~Poem by me
beautiful flower photo by Gigi
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I had to share this wonderful short story by Gigi. She weaves such magical tales filled with love and hope. Do visit her page to find more treasures.
Everyone thought Billy, Bobby and Jimmy were brothers, I mean they did have the same last name, after all. But the truth is, the boys were not related in any way. Matt and Clarise Connely had Billy and then sort of picked up Bobby and Jimmy along the way.
They were living on Elm Street, in a sleepy sort of town, when Bobby started hanging around their house. He and Billy became friends and what was once a, “would you like to stay for dinner,” invitation quickly turned in to an every night occurrence. Bobby, it seemed, was afraid to go home. Clarise could see it on his face and in his manner. One night, when everyone went into the living room, she asked him to stay the kitchen for a moment. Clarise asked Bobby to sit down at the table, which he did rather reluctantly. She gave him a plate of chocolate chip cookies, right out of the oven, so the chips were soft and stringy, just the way he liked them.
“You’re almost living here,” said Clarise sweetly.
“Can I?” asked Bobby.
“Can you what?”
“Live here,” he answered in a rush, his eyes wide, chocolate smeared across his upper lip. “Please.”
the world is a crazy,
people shuffle through
at a mind numbing pace
ignoring the atrocities
right in front of their face
sometimes it gets hard
to find the humanity
in the human race
but look past the insanity
and you can find
the beautiful anomalies
who Stand Up
with passion and grace
and speak out actively
to better our space
Happy Birthday to a beautiful anomaly ❤
…..while I am shining a spotlight on the fabulous Gigi…I can’t forget to mention that she is a fabulous author!
Conversations with Death, both books 1 and 2, are fun, fast paced and engrossing. Do yourself a favor and check them out 🙂
Conversations with Death: A Love Story, now available on Amazon Kindle.
“Death stopped by far too often, as far as I was concerned. I needed a way to deal with my rage. I was furious. So, I decided to hunt down and, if possible, kill Death.
When I wrote the very first Conversation, I was ready for a fight. I never expected to write a second Conversation, let alone an entire book full of them. But something happened when I met and started talking to Death…things got funny, gifts were exchanged, cats, birds and fish became involved, and while all that was taking place, I learned what Life and Death were really all about.
We all have our own truth and this is mine. Conversations with Death is a funny, loving and romantic give and take between a Party Girl and Death itself.”
Conversations with Death: The Love Story Continues, also available on Amazon Kindle.
“The relationship between Party Girl and Death continues. Her questions are never ending and breakthroughs simply lead to more questions. Living together means that Party Girl gets to meet some of Death’s coworkers, specifically the Death Angels, who keep things interesting. Death Cat and Pretty Boy move their relationship forward. And a spur of the moment decision on the part of Party Girl and Death, adds a new twist to their lives as they travel down the road between life and death.”
Conversations with Death Books 1 and 2 on Amazon
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