RXC — Demolishing Democracy

Democracy stands like a great oak, roots deep in hard soil. Now, jagged axes hack at its trunk, each swing spraying splinters into the wind. The tree shudders, bleeding sap like centuries of struggle, while fire smolders at its base, set in motion by a man grinning in the glow.

(50 words)


This post was written in response to Reena’s Xploration Challenge. We have been asked respond by writing a piece that captures a profound emotion using minimal language. The challenge is to evoke depth, resonance, and imagery with as few words as possible (no more than 50). The emotion I chose is anger — my anger at what Donald Trump is doing to the country I love.

Esther’s Weekly Writing Prompt — Waiting Again

Esther’s writing prompt this week is:

WAITING

The candle flickers, melting away time I can’t reclaim. Silverware untouched, water sweating against the stem of a glass, mirroring the dampness on my palm.

I glance at my watch, as if staring will make minutes move backward, as if somewhere in its ticking heart is a promise that this time she won’t be late.

But she is always late.

She says it’s never on purpose, blames traffic, a misplaced key, a last-minute phone call. Excuses wrapped in silk, soft but suffocating.

The waiter hovers, polite in his pity. Would I like to order? No. I will wait, because I always do.

The room is full, chandeliers sparkling like stars, couples leaning in, hands brushing over linen and laughter. I should be one of them. Instead, I sit alone, anger curled in my throat like unswallowed words.

Then she arrives, breathless, apologetic, her enigmatic smile will be her weapon — a gentle disarmament of my rage. She will take my hand, wink, and call me impatient, ask what’s good on the menu.

And I will forgive her.

Again.


AI image credit: ideogram.ai.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — February 21st

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term subscribers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about it? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Flashback Friday post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on any day this past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on Feburary 21, 2018.

Photo Challenge — Anonymous Faces in the Crowd

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This was an interesting Photo Challenge. We are asked to “create an image that represents being ‘a face in the crowd.’” We are instructed to explore silhouettes, shadows, orientation, and other ways to mask our subjects. “Without facial expression, can you tell how someone is feeling?” the prompt asks. “Without color, does your impression of that person change?”

I don’t know if the photo at the top of this post is cheating or not. It has a face — quite a few, in fact — and there’s a crowd of people. Check, check. I used post-processing to turn the original color photo to black and white. So it’s without color. Check.

But I didn’t use silhouettes, shadows, or orientation to mask my subjects. I used Prisma, a post-processing photo app on my iPhone that “transforms photographs into works of art.” And in that way, I “masked” the faces of my subjects.

As to how the people in the photo are feeling, well, they’re all at an anti-Trump rally, so no amount of masking can hide the anger and frustration that everyone there was feeling.

Weekend Writing Prompt — Politics As Usual

At the heart of the political maelstrom
Continuants’ lives and livelihoods are at stake
A dance of partisan intransigency occurs
Angry voices rise and fall, fierce and free
A symphony of chaos, a mesmerizing whirl
Drama plays out in the halls of Congress
We are all sucked into the vortex
Destructive forces cause rack and ruin

(Exactly 56 words)


Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “maelstrom.”

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — September 15th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Flashback Friday post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (15th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on September 15, 2018. It seems that not much has changed since then with respect to my attitude.

After Further Consideration

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Earlier this morning, in response to Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, I referenced my very first post on this blog. In that post, I referred to myself as “a logical, rational, and reasonable person. I am not ruled by emotions but by facts, observations, and evidence.”

But now, after reading the headlines in my newsfeed, articles in the newspaper, and seeing highlights of Trump’s latest toilet tweets, I realized that what I wrote about how I’m not ruled by emotions is aspirational, not factual. Because when it comes to Donald Trump, my prized rationality is supplanted by unbridled, raw emotions.

I get so angry when I read about his tweets and his behavior that I want to toss my iPhone into the toilet. It takes every bit of self control I can muster to not throw the remote control at the TV each time I see his visage or hear his voice.

And so, for the sake of my own mental and emotional wellbeing, and using every ounce of logic, rationality, and reason I can generate, I have decided to abstain from writing any more posts about Donald Trump.

For the rest of the day, anyway.


Written for today’s Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “abstain.”

FOWC with Fandango — Anger

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Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “anger.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.

Tranquil Thursday — Fear, Anxiety, and Anger

Maggie, at From Cave Walls, has this Tranquil Thursday prompt in which she selects a topic and welcomes us to post a photo, poem, prose, thought, or memory related to the topic. She chose the word “tranquil” because she thinks a little peace is always welcome.

In this week’s edition, Maggie wants to know…

How have fear, anxiety, and anger played a role in your life and how have you managed those responses?

Maggie wrote, “I do recognize and feel anxiety and fear, especially in the constant onslaught of news around us. So many mental health professionals tell us to turn off the news and control what gets in to our protected circle.”

I can relate to what Maggie wrote and I, too, have cut back significantly on how much news I take in. Frankly, I am happy that I’m an old fart because I know I won’t be around long enough to see the worst of my fears — the collapse of the American democracy — come to fruition. At least I hope not. Unfortunately, given what is happening in this country, I fear that it’s only a matter of time before that happens.

And what causes me a lot of anxiety is that the inmates at the asylum have taken over one of the two major political parties in the U.S. and the leaders of that political party are wannabe fascist dictators who’d just as soon stomp on democracy.

And it angers me that so many on the right seem to be gullible lemmings who are embracing religious and political ideologies of the far-right, including taking away women’s health care and reproductive rights and LBGT rights, white nationalism, Christian nationalism, arming everyone, and taking no action on climate change.

As I mentioned earlier, like Maggie, I have cut back on watching or reading the news. It’s too damn depressing. But at the same time, I can’t put my head completely in the sand and ignore what is happens. I guess cutting back helps a little because my blood pressure rises when I watch, read, or listen to the news, and it helps keep my blood pressure at reasonable levels most of the time.

Still, I fear for the futures of my grandkids. I am anxious about the kind of world they will inherit from us. And I am angry that Republican representatives at the federal, state, and local levels seem to care more about the National Rifle Association and about gun manufacturers than they do about our school age children.

I suppose, to answer Maggie’s question, I haven’t managed my fear, anxiety, and anger very well.

The Longest Week Ever

My stomach hurts
I have indigestion
My head aches
My vision is blurry
I can’t sleep
I’m exhausted
I’m depressed
I’m angry
I’m disgusted
I’m anxious
I’m frustrated
I’m afraid
I’m nervous
I’ve lost my appetite

Will this waking nightmare ever end?
I feel like I am going crazy
I don’t know how much longer I can take it
I want this to be over
I need this to be over
The presidential election is one week from today
Seven days from now

Time feels like time it is standing still

The Really Me

8DEAB9A5-6FB4-4F0E-8EAB-B7FE981181CE.pngRory, aka A Guy Called Bloke, wants to know how we handle stress and anger as part of his The Really You series. This is really easy for the really me because I’m really an easygoing guy. Really, I am. Well, except, perhaps, when it comes to all things Donald Trump. But aside from that, I really am really easygoing. Really.

So on to Rory’s questions.

How well do you handle stress?

I handle it pretty well, and if it ever starts to get to me, I just much on some marijuana edibles, and then I just don’t give a shit, anymore, about whatever it was that was stressing me out.

How well do you handle your anger?

As an easygoing guy, I usually don’t get angry, per se. Annoyed, yes. Frustrated, sure. Pissed off, yeah, sometimes. Irritated, who doesn’t? Aggravated, perhaps. But angry, nah, not really.

When was the last time you really lost your temper through stress?

I honestly can’t remember the last time I really lost my temper due to stress. I do my best to roll with the punches, get up, brush myself off, and move on.

The Really You — Laugh, Rant, and Know

2CB1F82E-81CE-419F-80C7-1AC1035A4733Rory wants to know who we really are…or at least what about us we’re willing to cop to.

He wants to know “what is or who is The Really You? No, really, as in really you?” To that end, every week he poses just three questions and asks us to tell him — and you — about you us!

What makes you laugh, as in really laugh hard?

Usually it’s something someone says that was not intended to be funny, but either the way it was said or the circumstances or situation in which it was said make it hilarious. And by the way, I could use a good laugh. Between the stomach bug (or possibly food poisoning) that waylaid me last week and then finding out I’m going to need major surgery to treat a problem in my ear, I’m feeling kinda bummed. A good belly laugh might be just what the doctor ordered.

What makes you really angry?

This is easy. The answer is Donald Trump and all of the Republicans in Congress and in his administration who have their heads so far up Donald Trump’s ass that they are living in the dark ages. I gotta stop watching those damn impeachment hearings.

Who knows you the best?

Another easy one. My wife knows me best. And yet she actually chooses to stay with me. I can’t be all bad.