Monsters, Avatars, and Angels contains the short story series Demons, Harlots and Crones, which follows two generations of the Demeere family and its legacy of spite and envy. Included in the series is Demon in High Socks; Holler it out with Lemonade; the Old Lady, Her Plymouth, and Cockroaches; Sex in a Pan; and the Fire Crone and Stone Harlot. Also within its pages are more than a hundred poems exploring the darker side of human nature and its undeniable conclusion. Two Orphan Sparrows, the Devil is a DJ, the Last Striptease, Up From the Roses, and many more titles are found within. Ultimately Monsters, Avatars, and Angels asks the reader to look at the darkness found within herself and by facing it, perhaps go beyond.
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I think how you interpret a poem has a lot to do with what you can equate it with. A young child might choose to see the old tree as a man in his neighborhood who was mean and died. An elderly person may see an Al Capone or crooked politician. I'm sure the ones that hate Donald Trump are praying for that wind to come along soon. lol
Oaks are some of the strongest trees in the forest, but even they must fall one day despite their blustery attitudes.
I wondered if I should wait a little longer before posting this, wondering if I might think of more interpretations that are better, but...you get the picture. :)))))))
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Oh, do I love this review. When I wrote this, I imagined more of the grumpy old man in the neighborh.. read moreOh, do I love this review. When I wrote this, I imagined more of the grumpy old man in the neighborhood/local don kind of thing, but yes there is more far-reaching observation of humanity with this for sure. I was saying, I think to Sami, that to withstand the storm, one must nurture those around him who will help him buttress the storm and not hog all the resources and sun. But our oak at least offers shade and beauty and not just stench and filth. Oh dear ... I think I am triggered. LOL:):):)
Time has caught up with the old man, now dust in the wind.
The monster exists in us all, and the monster will kill us all.
Like the idea of a picture capturing wicked ways.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Thank you, Paul. We are immortalized by the words and images we leave behind. The gnarled but naught.. read moreThank you, Paul. We are immortalized by the words and images we leave behind. The gnarled but naughty oak is no different:)
A chilling tale Pryde... and one that is more often fact than fiction... monsters always like dark places don’t they... and they don’t wait for Halloween either... nicely written and spoken Pryde
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Thank you, Red. Nice to see you smiling face on my feed:)
The "rooted in one spot" concept & verse is superb! I instantly love these rascally old men! I love how this is both spooky & playfully affectionate . . . a beautiful balance especially for scaring children! I apologize for not reviewing you . . . seems I always click on one of your oral poems & I'm not good at hearing poetry. I'm a visual person, so I need to see the words in front of me to absorb a msg. Thanks for understanding & have fun pumping out great poetry like this! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Glad you are here now, Margie. These days I am posting both the poem and the spoken word together, a.. read moreGlad you are here now, Margie. These days I am posting both the poem and the spoken word together, at least for the first few days. So stop on over whenever you got the feels. There should be something on the stove:):):)
THis had a grim brothers fairytale feel , somewhat macabre, somewhat dark, but oh so written well to entertain us in the flow.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Thank you, Andrew. If you saw the massive oak who inspired it, you would see how he gifted me with h.. read moreThank you, Andrew. If you saw the massive oak who inspired it, you would see how he gifted me with his energy:)
once the leaves of life are blown away in our fall, there is nothing left to shield our soul...it is bared, the poet who has withstood the storms, the ups and downs, the weather of life...is ready to yield to winter.
nicely written and read,
j.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
What a wonderful interpretation, Jacob:) Thank you:)
I feel this wonderful poem is talking about the legacy we leave whether good or shameful and in this case, the latter. Some don't want evidence to their wicked actions but in spite of that, another is paying attention, snapping photos. It is fitting here to say that what goes around will come around. He who causes others to fall, the storm will come around and make him fall.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Well said ... if one wishes shelter from the storm, she must build those up around her. Excellent in.. read moreWell said ... if one wishes shelter from the storm, she must build those up around her. Excellent insight, Sami. Thank you:)
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