Changing with the Moon

If you missed this morning’s prompts post, I’m responding to Phases of the Moon.

For today’s images I used the disc on a tiny brad filter I created last year over clear plastic to represent different phases of the moon with the blue light curtain in the mirrorworld.

OctPoWriMo 2023:Facing Our Fears

Today’s prompt at dVerse Poets Pub is to write an ekphrastic to a piece by one of three “haunted” artists. I responded to the Edvard Munch, “Despair” in my concrete poem about transformation and fear of change. I call it “A Sliver of Insight: A Nightmare Remembered”

Writober 2023

As I mentioned in the prompt post, I messed up and responded to today’s image last week. If you want to read the beginning of that story it’s here. Today, I am taking inspiration from this Gregory Crewdson photograph. Now for the beginning of my story.

The Spotlight’s On

Graham liked to be in the spotlight. Always the center of attention. He didn’t have an act, a talent, or a skill to speak of. Not yet. But he knew he was destined for greatness. In middle school he finally convinced everyone to call him Gravy Train, mostly by tripping and spilling gravy all over himself, but he liked it, and he made sure it stuck.

Now, a few years out of high school and still not sure where his star would land, Gravy Train was moving up in the local underworld doing jobs without question and not wanting answers. As long as he could keep himself off the street and warm in his signature brown leather from head to tow, he didn’t really care where he had to go or what he had to do. Which is how he found himself alone, deep in some thick woods expecting to meet someone named Tank who had something for his current boss.

Gravy Train wasn’t all that surprised by the location. He figured Tank was cooking meth, or processing something else and had a shack out here somewhere. Probably where that weird light was coming from giving the trees such long shadows after he turned off his car lights and decided to wait in the dark pretending he was famous and he was psyching himself up off stage, then stepping out right before the spotlight hit.

A whirring noise made him look up. He didn’t see anything but evergreen branches. Then it happened, just as he imagined, a giant spotlight lit him up. The light was only on him. Right there in the middle of nowhere forest.

Have fun in the Moonlight!