Silvers and Shards

Silvers and Shards

Pretty little rainbows 

Treacherous path to follow

Beauty of wanton destruction 

Shatter mirror of the past

Believer of future dreams 

They dance in fire sparkles

They quell shadows fear

Things we know prey upon

Things we hide deep inside

Terror self imposed shines 

Thoughts grow eight legs

It pops like crackling fire

Hissing like a hurricane lamp

We curse only outer darkness

A thousand mirrors at my feet

I’m all of those staring back

Silvers and Shards

Pet Meds

There’s an interesting thing in the American health system.  Mergers and outsourcing products have conspired with “universal” health care.  In a truly American way, the only winners are the drug companies. I have found this by having an asthmatic cat.

My little girl is 15 years old.  She has regiment of drugs that keep her from wheezing.  They drugs are all human drugs.  This means I can go to any pharmacy and supposedly they will be available as they are common.  Well, interesting thing when insurance companies are involved.  They can change the compensation they get from insurance companies.  If you had thousands of drugs to sell it might be hard to pick a new price every month, but these are dedicated people!

It was just fine when her Flovent went from $125  to $190 by about ten dollars each refill.  That was every other month.  Now it took away my breath each time, I should have used some of it. But she has a prednisone prescription but that’s $15 every two months from the veterinarian.  Now here’s the best part.  At the human pharmacy, it’s double.  The reason Obamacare.  The increase in coverage had no provisions for price control.  Meaning if you failed to enroll you were penalized by fees and drug costs.  Because the powers that be, never think of the consequences of their laws.

But why am I here today?  The pharmacy game is mergers among generic drugs.  Large companies with brand names rake in billions in higher costs. They have based pricing on research money and time required to bring drugs to market.  But generic drugs, well now these are cheap knock outs that are crazy profitable .  There’s no fees to the developer as patient is expired.  But that’s not good enough for giant profits.  So they get bought out and the drugs are made overseas.  The standards that the US government puts on formularies for drug manufactures is tops in the world.  That means a common drug made for decades has been wait approval since November!  The drug very common is not available because of this.  One marker makes almost all of the drug.  It took twenty calls, to every thing from chains to small stores.  Finally, I found an online place.  But it’s not all easy because I have a veterinarian in a different state who doesn’t like online places because some sell outdated drugs!  

And the compounding online pharmacy is at least fresh stuff.  Now that federal hiring freeze, nothing is getting done as far as approving anything being imported.  It’s not looking good.  I hope no one else is stuck in this place.  But sooner or later, it’ll hit people hard.  We have outsourced a bit to far.

How to Be Anonymous 

Not that I would do this….  But in just in case, you didn’t see it here

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The Cabin -100WW

lake breeze races through the woods.   The misty morning lifts like a curtain to reveal a warn Sun.  Birds chatter with squirrels.  Small critters move about the old cabin.

Inside, a low groan.  A mind reassembled details.  Daylight brings pain to the eyes and head.  The forgotten trip here weights heavy.  

“Is he still here?” words too weak to be heard leave Rose’s lips.

Sikence answers her.  Even the shadows hide from her. 

“Who was he?….  How did he know me?…. Why me!”  Her consciousness plays tag with each question.  She lies still waiting.  But for what?

#100ww

written as part of a challenge called  100 Words Wednesday, details are available at https://bikurgurl.com/2017/02/22/100-word-wednesday-week-7/

Translate-  Auto Correct Poetry

​Desert rains drag life back

Green dots cluster and spread 

Birds and moths dance with cactus

Winds change only in  tone

Warm air revives memories 

Sunlight brings forth color

Beneath the rain earth awakens

Originally  wrote as…..

crests rains Fahd staff like back

been does clatter Ana spread

bored and midis came work vague

wings change input in tonite

waken apps Tensions memory’s

sublime brings goreng culture

bending the train easement awakens

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Void – Commentary Po.em

Falling in to yesterday 

Eternal quest

Butterfly or moth

Searching for flower or flame

Slipstreams into fact

Tumbling letters break words

Nothing held or possessed 

Like shadows in the dark


Another commentary po.em with words from Lorraine, http://myfrillyfreudenslip.wordpress.com and http://in25wordsmoreorleswordpress.com, and myself.  Her words are in italics.  Please stop by a visit her! 











The Bridge

Angry clouds rumble. The faint swirls of the remains drift through the knoll.  Smoke fingers break and disperse.  Front winds clean up the last of it.  Embers of trees sizzle as the brush of drizzle arrives.  The work of the lightning quelled by its rainy shadow.  Still angry clouds rumble.  Unseen hands throw rain bitterly to the fields.

Stephen runs from the woods.  His young eyes hope to spy a break in the weather.  Instead the weather spits harder.  He tucks his head within his jacket.  It’s turned collar worthless. Innocence of young eyes glow with a dull sheen.  His eight years are enough to know the way but unable to get by the bridge.

“Davey! Davey!”  Stephen raises his face to the rain.  A voice ripples in fear and wavers hope.  “Davey!  I know you are here!  Come help me!”  

Stephen looks left and right.  The darkness of evening has married the storm.  Scrapes of light imagine trees bending to point the way home.  Past a simple bridge.  Stonework arches and cobblestones rich for the beat of the hoof.  Passage home, a shilling.  A pound of gold couldn’t be harder to find.  To an eight year old, at least.

A solitary figure haunts the bridge.  Two little eyes glow in the distance.  He can sense fear. He can sense silver and gold.  He has a taste for lost children.  His dark face knows no light.  It’s twisted pointed nose of ebony hooks toward an uneven mouth.  Sharps of teeth wickedly part.  A bright red tongue flicks like a snake.   Tasting the air.  Salivating.  

He knows what comes next.  His tortured fingers with spiny barbs rub the sharp chin.  He stretches out angled thin arms.  Impossibly long arms.  They match the tree trunk legs.  By standing taller than a mortal, he keeps his post.  Watching always watching.

Stephen meets eyes with him.  Torrent, the troll holds fast.  Stephen drawn like candle to flame takes the first step toward the bridge.  A zombie walk where steps make links of a chain.   Torrent knows the game.  For silver they walk.  He can only eat one or two a month.  Greed of metal or greed of food, same curses inside.

“Sir?!  Torrent?  I need to be home.  My brother and father…. they follow me.  Please.” Stephen stats twenty feet distant.  His arms pull forward, palms up.  His nervous shake has valid reason.

“I taste you from here.  Yes, you have family.  I’ll eat them too.  No metal, no passage.  You come to my bridge!  I don’t come to you. Yes?”  Torrent picks at his teeth with his fingers.  “Got a bit of little girl left from breakfast.  You children are stringy here.  They should feed you better.”

“Sir, my brother and father are much bigger.  I’m not enough for you to eat….” Stephens voice fades.  

“Save it child!  I have been fooled by goats and people.  But today, I see you served with fresh straw from the underside of the bridge.  My claws will quickly shred your flesh.  You won’t be concerned much longer.  Finish that walk…. Stephen.  Oh yes, I know who you are.”  Torrent smiles a teeth grin.  His tongue flashes and disappears.

“How? How is that possible?  I’ve only seen you once.”  Stephens jaw forgets how to close.

“Davey, he told me.  Let him go then, his brother and father will be right along.  Your father has two boys or metal.  Davey went home first, young Stephen.  So you are mine now.  Simply put.  Your brother does speak for his older brother?  Right?” Torrent reaches out his hand. “Come boy.  Do as your told!”

Stephen looks behind him.  “Davey!  Father!  It can’t be?!”

The rain continues to pelt him.  The trees lose the color in the dark.  An eight year old walks to the bridge.

“Stephen, I’ll let you pass for the silver.  Or well, dinner.  Come here little boy!”  Torrent sees the eyes of the child are glazed.  The bitterness in his soul relaxes as he sees the prize for his learning of the treachery of man.

Torrent grabs Stephen by the throat.

Under the cover of the rain, a faint voice calls “Stephen!”

Davey looks for his younger brother.  His father follows behind him.  They pieced together a hobbled cart.  The bridge is the only way left.  They will find the price paid.

Missed Chance -Commentary Po.em


In the peripheral vision of your eye

Waving from my attention

Arms out stretched 

Fingers feeling in the air

Like shadows in the dark

Lingering memories pull away

Rushing up and over

Only to crawl and slither

Another commentary po.em collaboration between Lorraine, http://myfrillyfreudianslip.wordpress.com, and myself.  Her words are in italics.  pleas stop by her site and her smaller works at http://in25wordsmoreorless.wordpress.com