Saturday, June 24, 2023

Soul Ink is Here #8Sunday #SnipSun

 


Genre: Poetry

Heat Level: Poetic

ASIN: ‎ B0C481638W 
   
Publisher: ‎ Dragon Soul Press; 1st edition (June 23, 2023)

Publication date: ‎ June 23, 2023

Buy Link

Price
$1.99 ebook

$19.99 paperback

Blurb

Poetry; a unique and beautiful way to express feelings and ideas. Weaving words into perfect poetic prose, these authors remind you of your childhood, bring comfort from the hardships of life, fiercely spur emotions, and tell tales of old. All lovers of poetry will find a favorite here!

Featuring poetry by the following authors: John Grey, Kellee Kranendonk, J.E. Feldman, Debbie Hadow, Nina Padolf, Dibyasree Nandy, Brianna Witte, Nnadi Samuel, Rhiannon Bird, Sunayna Pal, Christopher R. Muscato, Vanessa Bane, Edward Cody Huddleston, Prathyush Devadas, Ed Ahern, and Cara Hartley.

Selection

Dreams of Disaster

What do dreams of disaster mean?

Can chaotic nightmares compare

To a true emergency scene?

What do dreams of disaster mean?

What knowledge can we from them glean

When studying them if we dare?

What do dreams of disaster mean?

Can chaotic nightmares compare?

Notes

This poem was included in the recently published Soul Ink anthology along with twenty-four more of my poems and works by other poets. The ebook is only $1.99, which is a lot of poetry for a little money!

I have recurring nightmares about disasters. Tornadoes top the list, but nuclear strikes are far from unheard of, and volcanoes sometimes show up at the party. Floods are, surprisingly, less frequent. I've written about my experiences with my car being hit by a wave of water during a flood. Perhaps I've repressed that memory, or at least the feelings that go along with it, because I don't enjoy having panic attacks.

https://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2022/04/a-hard-rain-in-boulder-colorado-wep.html

I imagine I had one of my tornado dreams before writing this poem.

Another greatest hit involves driving down a steep road with soft brakes. 

Also topping the charts is driving into the mountains and coming to a chasm, which I proceed to somehow carry my car across. While this dream might sound triumphant, it is actually extremely nerve-wracking. 

Another banger involves finding myself parked beneath an underpass in a seedy part of town. 

Yet another all-time favorite involves being in an underground spa and trying to find a vacant stall in the locker/shower room with a door or curtain so I can have some privacy while doing the necessary. Most of the stalls don't have doors. There are usually only women in this area, but sometimes there are men as well because why not up the discomfort ante, I guess.

Bathroom dreams have only one true meaning:

The sleeping person needs to do their business.

I get that part, but why does my subconscious always create a poorly lit spa/changing room setting with pipes running everywhere? 

In any case, I am sharing this with multiple blog hops. I'm currently working to finish a story that has been giving me fits so I can submit it to Dragon Soul Press for potential inclusion in their Beautiful Darkness 2 anthology.

https://dragonsoulpress.com/shortstorycalls/

My PTSD has also been really extra this month. I've finally found someone I think I can work with on the many years of awfulness that I've shoved down into the recesses of my mind. For some reason, my recent dentist's appointment brought a whole bunch of crap to the surface. I need to go back in four days and try again because I wasn't able to go through with the procedure. So, I'm kind of a wreck and need to do what's easiest. I hope you can understand.

~Ornery Owl Has Waxed Poetic and Flashed Back~


Image by Ulrich B. from Pixabay

Hop On!



Would you like to know what I was listening to while I wrote this? Of course you would! Only the best Krautrock will do, Baby!


https://odysee.com/@TerminalPassage:c/richard-wahnfried-%E2%80%93-tonwelle-%281981%29:5?r=GTwnGJ4fFBQfzuJgpHVpfKBKaC9b8B16



Friday, June 23, 2023

All the Comforts of Space

 

Image by NatureFriend from Pixabay
This chair isn't made of wood or anything. It's made from some kind of highly advanced extraterrestrial material and designed for the most evolved comfort.

An FBI agent named Scully
Followed a trail down into a gully
She found a UFO seat
Its comfort couldn't be beat
So she sat and stared into space dully.

Why the hell did you write this, Owl?

Well, obnoxious asker of questions, my audience was clamoring for a follow-up to my ultra-popular, smash hit poem, Gross Encounters of the Worst Kind.


Okay, one reader casually mentioned that since Mulder got his own poem, it might be nice if Scully had a poem too. So I racked my brain until I shook out a word that rhymed with Scully and came up with the above. No need for applause. Buying a book is thanks enough!

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Free use image by Jim Cooper on Pixabay
Ah, UFO Jockey! Back for more poetic injustice, I see!



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Tuesday, June 20, 2023

Gross Encounters of the Worst Kind #WEP

 

Image by pencil parker from Pixabay
Just who is responsible for this travesty?

An FBI agent named Mulder

Researched a UFO sighting near Boulder

He stepped in alien poo

Which ruined his shoe

So the trail went a little bit colder

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken in 28 Words~

Free use image by Jim Cooper on Pixabay
Don't you even try to pin this on me, UFO Jockey!




Ornery Owl says:
Yeah, sure, you can give this piece the full-on critique if you really feel compelled to do so, but I can save you some time.

1) This is not a great poem. I don't believe for a second it will win any prizes. That isn't its purpose.
2) The poem has too many syllables in the second line.
3) Depending on what part of the world you're from, Mulder and Boulder may not rhyme very well. My horrific accent makes everything sound like it got shoved down a garbage disposal. You, however, may be one of those high-fallutin' sorts who enunciate words clearly.
4) The poem's genre is comedy. If it made you laugh, cool. If it didn't make you laugh, at least you only had to suffer through 28 words. 

That's about all I have to say about that. Until next time!








Tuesday, June 6, 2023

Art therapy collage 6 June 2023

 


Click to enlarge

This is my second art therapy collage. I created the first one yesterday.

I don't know what to say about it other than that. I'm having a mental health crisis. Resources are not readily available.

Sunday, May 28, 2023

The Phantoms of Yesterday

 

Image by Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl
Taken 7 May 2017 at the Denver Aquarium


soul too fragile
always searching for something
always turned away

haunting the future
the phantoms of yesterday
explore the wreckage

The photograph, words, and text art are mine. The Haiga was created using free design elements from Pixlr.com.

I hope my interpretation isn't too far out for the Photo Sunday prompt, which is Two. I perceive the photo as having two main subjects: the stingray and the shipwreck. If my suggestion is too far off the rails, please feel free to remove my entry.

You are welcome to use either image, but please credit me. 

Cara Hartley

Ornery Owl

Poetry of the Netherworld

Any of these will do, and a link back to this blog is appreciated. 

When the top picture was taken, my son and I were celebrating his 27th birthday and Mother's Day at the Denver Aquarium.

I used this prompt from the archives of Carpe Diem Haiku to inspire my Haiga.

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2012/10/carpe-diem-7-fragile.html

Possibly sharing with the following prompts. Sometimes I forget or crap happens. 





https://photosunday.net/







Friday, May 26, 2023

A Sonnet for my Father

     



Genre: Poetry

Heat Level: Poetic

Blurb

Poetry; a unique and beautiful way to express feelings and ideas. Weaving words into perfect poetic prose, these authors remind you of your childhood, bring comfort from the hardships of life, fiercely spur emotions, and tell tales of old. All lovers of poetry will find a favorite here!

Featuring poetry by the following authors: John Grey, Kellee Kranendonk, J.E. Feldman, Debbie Hadow, Nina Padolf, Dibyasree Nandy, Brianna Witte, Nnadi Samuel, Rhiannon Bird, Sunayna Pal, Christopher R. Muscato, Vanessa Bane, Edward Cody Huddleston, Prathyush Devadas, Ed Ahern, and Cara Hartley.

Snippet

A Sonnet for my Father

Easter was a holiday you treasured,

I think dinner was your favorite part.

There was magic that remains unmeasured,

Muted even before you did depart.

Sometimes things we tend to take for granted

Are what we miss when they have gone away.

Hopefulness by longing supplanted

Sorrow fills emptiness upon this day.

In all my time I never will forget

The lessons you tried to impart to me.

I try not to live life filled with regret.

Sometimes tears are the only thing I see.

Thirteen years have passed since you flew away.

My heart is full of things I did not say.


For my father

May 31, 1936 – November 28, 2010

Buy Link

http://books2read.com/SoulInk1

The e-book is currently available for pre-order. It will be released on June 23, 2023.

Pre-Order Price $1.99

Notes

Look, y'all, I try not to do it, but this post is being linked in multiple blog hops. I just got through doing a major rewrite of a story to be included in the forthcoming Hot and Sticky anthology from Passionate Ink. Since my past submissions to anthologies have either been met with a "you're in" or a "no thanks," this experience was a little unsettling. I was told the story had good bones but lacked emotion. That's not what anyone wants to hear, is it?

I realized that my over-the-top reaction was connected more to experiences in my past than it was to my present circumstances. When I finished the rewrite, I felt like I had a better story. I don't really have time to create separate posts for multiple blog hops and this post works with three of them, so, here we are.

Ornery Owl is Outstanding in her Field
Free use image by Pexels on Pixabay


For every comment on this post, I will donate a dollar to the Lutheran medical center foundation in honor of my father. He died on November 28, 2010, in what was then Collier Hospice. It was still connected to the Lutheran medical center at the time. They just recently changed the name to Lutheran Hospice.

May 31 of this year would have been my father's 87th birthday.




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Sunday, May 21, 2023

Resigned

 

Image by Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl
Taken 7 May 2017 at the Denver Aquarium


leaf buds become leaves
my dreams never come to pass
I resign myself

The photograph, words, and text art are mine. The Haiga was created using free design elements from Pixlr.com 

You are welcome to use either image, but please credit me. 

Cara Hartley

Ornery Owl

Poetry of the Netherworld

Any of these will do, and a link back to this blog is appreciated. 

My son and I were celebrating his 27th birthday and Mother's Day at the Denver Aquarium when the top picture was taken.

I used this prompt from the archives of Carpe Diem Haiku to inspire my Haiga.

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2012/10/carpe-diem-6-special-prompt-1.html

The sample Haiku was about autumn. My Haiku/Senryu thing is about spring. 

Possibly sharing with the following prompts. Sometimes I forget or crap happens.