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Zilla

Sitting in this dressing room, getting ready for the final match of my career, I’m thinking about everything; hell, everyone who got me here. Friends, family, the ones I lost and made along the way. The girls I hurt – not that I hit them or nothing, I ain’t like that. They just got hurt ‘cause it always came first. Priority numero uno. That’s what coach says anyway. The fact that he’s my dad adds a little more weight to it, but you know what I’m saying. Man, those long hours training, sleeping on the road, getting bused from town to town. It ain’t an easy life. I don’t wish it on nobody. But still, to hear that crowd go wild when I step out’ta the gate, I’m telling you – there ain’t nothing like it.

You know, if it hadn’t been for Jenkin’s pier, I prob’ly never would of started. That’s where my brother first showed me the ropes, taught me how to hit. That’s where my first match took place. Thinking about it now, maybe it wasn’t such a good thing after all. All the abuse this body’s taken over the years; the pounding on my joints, the stress on my knees and elbows, the multiple surgeries on my wrists alone, not to mention that damned right ankle that keeps giving out on me… Yeah, this is gonna be my last bout for sure, I promised her this was gonna be it anyway. Sophia, that’s my wife, she worries, she has every right to. I got a family I gotta look out for, and she needs me around. Last thing she needs is a hospital bill crippling her as bad as this sport is crippling me. Nah, I can’t do that to her, wouldn’t be right. This one’s it – finito, done, over. The doc told me to quite a year ago… but it gets in your blood, ya know? The glory, the fame, and I ain’t proud to admit this, but even the violence. It starts out as good clean fun, but then you start to get the itch, and once that itch sets in – there’s no escaping it. It’s like try’na shake a monkey off your back.

Anyway, tonight is it for me. The last go ‘round. She ain’t here, stayed home with the kids. Somehow that seems right. I don’t really want her seeing me go at it one last time. I wanna give it everything I got, bring home that prize money, make her proud – then I can hang ‘em up with no regrets. I know she’ll be watching on TV. Hell, if I know her, she prob’ly bought a ticket for the doc and paid him to sit out there with everybody else, just in case… you know. Aiet, enough stalling, I better get geared up and get out there.

Oh, man – looking at my gear hanging in that locker, I can’t help feeling a little… what’s that word? Nostalgic. Yeah, I’m feeling a little nostalgic as I get dressed one last time. Coach, he pokes his head in and asks if I’m ready to get this show going or what. Man, I tell you, anyone else would of at least looked a little sad, but not him. He’s as eager as our first time out. Laughing, I grab him in a bear hug, give him a fake pop on the head Zilla style, and tell him I’m ready. Let’s do this!

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“Folks, I think I can just make him out… Yup, I can see his coach on the right, and his brother flanking him on the left. Here he comes! There’s no mistaking that get-up for anyone other than the champ himself. Will you get a load of those fierce yellow eyes, that green scaly skull-cap, and that ridge of spikes running down his back! This kid is on FIRE!”

On the canvas, the announcer bellows into the mic, “Returning home to ‘Jersey for his final bout in the ring-ging-ging-ging-ging…  Let’s give it up for Jaaaaaaake  Zzzziii-laahhhh! The Whack-A-Mole Chaaaaaaaampionnnn of the World!”

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You

I see everything in you.

Your beauty, your pain, your kindness, your sharp edges. I see your generosity, your intelligence, your suffering, your desire. I see your drive, your radiance, your angst, your brilliance. I see your sparkle, your shine, your valor, your struggle; I see your ability to beat seemingly insurmountable odds.

I see all that you are.

You share your love with me, and for that I am grateful. I see the love you give to others in your life, and you are all the more beautiful for it. I see your youthful joy, the years of torn wear, your want to overcome; I see what you are meant to be.

I see you.

You are magnificent, I know you don’t believe it. You are a shining beacon, the flame that draws my moth near. You are truly special and nothing can or will ever steal that from you. My heart is yours, I can’t imagine not loving you, but even if I wasn’t the one fortunate enough to share in your life, I would still see how unique and special you are.

You are a gift to this world, but as a young soul, you can’t see it.

You are you, that is all I’ll ever want for you; all I’ll ever ask of you; all I’ll ever hope for you. You are all encompassing, you are a magnificence creature. You have enthralled me, and your hold will never let me go. I never want to stray from your side. I never want you to let me go. I am captivated by a spell you don’t even know you’ve cast.

I love you, I cherish you, these words will never be more true – because you are you.

My forever love, this is not news to you, but it is for you, with all my heart – even if you never see it.

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Who Are You?

little_boy_blueLittle boy who blew away on the wind… Your name forgotten to time.

Now you are only a broken remnant on a hill with a beautiful, graceful, cherubic face.

Who were you?… When were you?… Why has no one noticed you are not in your rightful place?

I shall remember you, I shall mourn you, I shall grieve your wounded flesh, and all shall be as it should.

For now you are Little Boy Blue, who blew away on a wind that wraps around me in a chill gust, settling to my shoulders the way your ill fitting gown lies upon your own.


Little Boy Blue can be visited at the Oak Hill Cemetery in Nyack, NY. He does not rest on a grave, but sits on a hill among other broken remnants of monuments from the past. The cemetery no longer knows where the statuary originated, but they do it justice by honoring this lost memory by not burying it as landfill – which all too often happens.

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Vapor

A thick mist crawls over the ground where I tread ever so lightly. I leave no mark of my passing, only a swirl in the cool thick air around  my bare naked ankles. My feet tickle across the dew covered grass, a Waltz awaits me. Many the partner eagerly lined up, waiting patiently. I spin and I twirl, tattered hem fluttering. I stir the air, mist moving through it, and find joy in chasing the wisps only to have them drift away.

As I move through my everland of darkness and dreams, all things – my wants, my realities. My Prince, he waits for me there, in the clearing. He brings me flowers and ribbons, and sings of sweet things. He bids me sit upon his knee, and wipes the smudge of dirt from my feet before stealing my heart with a kiss.

I rise and twirl with laughter, my locks floating like gulls caught on a salted breeze. It feels as though I have been here for ages, dancing amongst my many friends. I lay a hand upon each in greeting as I pass them by, but the sun is soon to rise and mist shall turn to vapor.

It seems this night’s dance has come to an end.

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Under

“Are you under there?”

… silence …

“Hey, come on! I asked if you’re under there?”

… uncomfortable silence …

“Really, you’re not gonna tell me? You’re gonna make me look?”

… a big sigh …

“See, I knew you were under there! Why won’t you just say something?”

This kid is never gonna stop. “Shhhh…”

“Ha! You spoke! Now I know you’re there for sure!”

“I didn’t speak, I made a shhhh sound. Now, go to sleep.”

“No way, not now! Come out and play with me?”

“What? Are you nuts? I can’t play with you. Go. To. Sleep. Please.”

“You just admitted that you’re under there, and you want me to go to sleep? Nah-ah, no-way!”

“Kid, what is wrong with you? Do you know who I am?”

“Yeah, you’re the Boogey-man. That’s what Ma says, and she don’t lie.”

“That’s right, I’m the Boogey-man. Now go to sleep.”

“Are you kidding me? No way I can sleep now!”

“Why, because you’re scared of the boogey-man? Boogey-man gonna get you? Wooooooo…”

“Knock it off. I ain’t afraid of no Boogey-man, ‘specially one that talks to me. Come out and play.”

What? You have got to be kidding me. “Kid, I can’t play with you!”

“Why not? You got a broke arm or something?”

“What? No I don’t have a … Aren’t you even a little scared?”

“Nope. My Ma says I don’t gotta be afraid a the Boogey-man.”

“She did what? Why would she tell you that?”

“Cause I was afraid to sleep in here alone. But Ma says if I just make friends with the boogey-man, there’s nothing to be a’scared of.”

“Make friends with the boogey-man, that’s just crazy talk, Kid. You can’t make friends with the Boogey-man.”

“You calling my Ma crazy?”

“If she told you that, then yeah, I’m calling your Ma crazy.”

“Go ahead, say it again, I dare ya!”

“You dare me what? To say your Ma is crazy?”

“That’s it. Now I’m coming under there to put a whoopin’ on your boggey-ass!”

“What? Hey… Kid, what are you… Get back in your bed. What the… Did you just punch me?”

“Yup. And there’s more where that came from!”

“Kid, ouch – hey, stop that. Have you  – ouch – lost your… Hey, no kicking! … lost your mind?”

“Nope. Pop says that if anyone talks smack about Ma, I’m to whoop ’em!”

“Geez, kid. I can’t hit you back. Ouch! Stop it! Get back in your bed! Ouch… stop, will you just…”

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Footsteps on the stairs….

“Robbie, are you in bed?”

“Uh, yeah, Ma. Just don’t…”

The door opens.

“What is this mess? Did you tear the stuffing out of Mr. Squiggles again? You are gonna get it this time, Mister! Wait until I tell your father!”

“But Ma…”

“But nothing, get your little rump in that bed and I don’t want to hear another peep out of you tonight!”

“Yes, Ma.”

As the door slams shut, Robbie hears snickering coming from under his bed.

“Stupid Boogey-man!”

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Tempting

Lying beneath the chill flow; the murk and muck of time settled upon me as a cloak, I await the approach of the unsuspecting. This season of sparse abundance my natural ally.

There! One comes! I see it shimmer and slur as the icy water sluices past my vision. So delicate, so exquisite, so tempting a morsel.

It seeks to sate its endless thirst in the tide rushing over me. The desire to drink overwhelming the natural caution that fear has instilled in it. It hears the stream, edges forward to drink, and dips its aquiline neck down to the chilled fluid. Not all trepidation shed, it pulls its lips back after the first suckle.

Does it sense me? Does it taste me waiting below the debris of this past year’s fall? Has it heard my excited inhalation, the slight readying of my limbs for the attack? Or is this a natural response to its previous repose?

My innards growl, a sound drown by the rushing of the water but all too shrill to my submerged ears. It seems unfrightened, still unaware. It peers about keenly, but with no fear in its black glistening eyes.

This one so young, newly released from its mother’s care. They are always the most supple, the taste most delicate upon my tongue. Come little one, I croon in my thoughts, I will not hurt you. A lie. I intend to end its gentle existence to satisfy my own hunger.

Tentative, yet with the belief it has nothing to fear, it spreads its hoofed limbs slightly wider to bring its lips closer to the cooling surface. I watch, it drinks – eyes still flicking about. Finally it closes its sight to the world to lap abundantly.

I strike, dragging its struggling carcass to a watery grave.

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