Cross Roads for “X” #atozchallenge

At the crossroads our eyes met

a young boy driving cattle

in a city traffic jam

my jaw drops at the sight

 what world have I been sent back in time to

you reached your hand through the window

no need to fear

you offer meat filled skewers

MacDonalds you are not

but the food cant be faster

A different world passes by

dust kicks up as we move north

to the crossroads of our life

with A to Z at it’s zenith many of you will have come to a crossroads as a blogger. What have you learned from this 30 day adventure?

 

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“X” – eXtinguish the flames #atozchallenge #riots

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Luz last night the hellioned beast raised its ugly head  in NewCago.

The gangs have unleashed their secret weapon.

They circled the opportunity like a predator for months

Fires are burning all over NewCago and there are just too few good people to put them out.

Those who had a job have one no longer.

Most have lost their meager possessions.

Young men are empowered with hatred.

The police are behind their iron clad doors.

Leaders had their speeches prepared in advance.

Hearts have gone AWOL.

…and if I don’t find a way to extinguish these flames,  NewCago will be nothing but ashes.

“Life in NewCago” is a  fictional series. The protagonist, Sam, is trying to restore a city run by gangsters and most of the people helping Sam are dead. There’s not much a single individual can do to put out the flames even if he can’t be killed.

Baltimore, a city that I love dearly, is in a shambles today. Fortunately,  there are community heroes who are trying to calm the heat. May those who care about their  city prevail.

This is a rather sobering post for the letter X. I want to thank the A to Z Challenge coordinators for this month of blogging.

Photography: Baltimore by L. Moon

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With Love for Xanthus #atozchallenge #greekmythology #poetry #napowrimo #photography

behind the curtains

Through the window she peers

this goddess with a plan

this beauty is a fool

safety leave for another man

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Inflicted with a love

she knows not where it’s from

she cries into the winds

Xanthus to you I come

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Upon a ship she goes

into the foamy sea

waving to one and all

leaving children and family

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Upon the waves she’s tossed

her heart has lost it’s way

true to me dear Xanthus?

your love do not delay

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He  sees her in a dream

reaches but sadly missed

his heart is in a knot

to Alcinoe he breathes a kiss

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His kiss she never feels

Athena has paid her due

the lovers in the mist

will never know what’s true

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Cast in the salty sea

her senses come to life

the ones she loved at home

thoughtlessly left behind

Alcinoe in greek mythology: was the daughter of Polybus of Corinth and wife of Amphilochus, son of Dryas. She refused to pay the full wages to Nicandra, a weaver she had hired, and the woman prayed to Athena to avenge her. The goddess afflicted Alcinoe with a passion for Xanthus of Samos and she left her husband and children and ran away with him. Coming to her senses in the middle of the voyage, she wept bitter tears and threw herself into the sea.[1]

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This year for  A to Z challenge, I am using the Nautilus as my inspiration all month. The shell has many chambers (at least enough to fit all the letters.)  You will find poetry,  You will find some dark stuff (as I am attempting to branch into the horror genre), You will also see a smattering of short stories or prose (some with children in mind) others as lessons that we can all learn from. I look forward to  meeting you and getting to know some talented writers over this month long writing journey. Please check over at the A to Z challenge and see what they are up to; they are a fine bunch of folks.

X Marks the Spot #atozchallenge #shortstory #children

“They say there has been treasure hidden somewhere around here. It was left by pirates a long time ago.” my cousin whispered as I drifted off to sleep the first night I was staying at his house.

“Tony what were you thinking giving Bobby ideas of treasure seeking? He already has so much to deal with his mother being so sick and all.” Tony’s mother wrung the color from her hands.

“Ma it will keep his mind off of it.” Tony looked at her seriously.

“A rousing game of Monopoly would have done the same.” She sighed. “He fell asleep with the map under his pillow.”

“It will be ok. I promise” Tony hitched his shoulder and went upstairs to the room he was sharing with me.

Tony said those words repeatedly to his mother over the weeks that followed. What she didn’t realize he was doing it as much for her as for me. My mother,  Alicia, was his mother’s younger sister. In some ways, she was like her daughter. He knew neither of us could take it if  “Auntie” died.

“Ok… I’m ready for another search” I said with wide-eyed eagerness.

Each day, before going out, Tony would tell a story about pirates and treasure. Each day his mother and I listened intently.

“That boy’s quite the story-teller” she said proudly to a neighbor as they watched us venture off with a trusty shovel and dirty map.

I’m not sure that I believed Tony until one night…

…I  had this crazy dream of fire, pirates, lots of bottles of something that made them shoot off their guns and yell into the night. They didn’t know I was watching them as they buried their treasure. I woke up the next day with an indelible “x” in my mind.

“Tony, Tony. I had a dream… pirates…treassure. The dream told me where the treasure is.Tony, Tony.”

I became the story-teller that morning before we set off. I could see my aunt’s eyes glisten with tears.

The sun was setting and Tony’s ma was getting a bit worried.  She didn’t realize carrying pirate’s treasure is a lot of work. When she saw us, she ran to see what the trouble was.

“We found it!!!!” our arms and legs were exhausted but our voices conveyed the  exuberance in our discovery.

“Oh – you did” she said rather breathless with excitement.

Inside the box was a treasure of gold doubloons that were who knows how old.

The next day she got the call from daddy.”They can treat Alicia but it will cost more than any of us could raise in a lifetime. I have no hope left.”

We heard a “whoop” from the next room and ran to see what was happening. There was my auntie on the phone. “Here tell your daddy about the treasure Bobby. Tell him!!!”

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That was years ago now. I still love a good story told by my cousin Tony who has a weekly radio show. The left over money from the treasure put Tony and I  through top notch universities. I became a syndicated writer for associated press. Tony occasionally asks me to write a script or two…

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This is my offering to The A to Z challenge. I had to revert to my story telling and script writing to pull off today’s letter “X.” Whewww (no that’s a “W”)