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response to manhole cover challenge

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Once upon a time there was a talking lemur lady named Laurel who liked to look at manhole covers about the countryside of Lemuria.  She spoke of a “secret, subterranean world”, one filled with awe and wonder and intriguing stories and maybe buried treasure, and anyway, there was always a nice assortment of very good Lemurian lady traveling companions who were generally up for a journey, especially if there were to be tasty munchable treats along the way….


“C’mon, Ravens, let’s pop down here and have an underground adventure.  Here, you might need these,” Laurel says, handing out some “rubber dungarees”.  “The water down here is not always clean or nice.”  … You never know what lies ahead on a Lemurian adventure, but it is wise to be prepared for anything along the River Creative…


No ivory tower isolated artiste studios for these painters and writers and photographers and blow torch babes – nope, these gals are creativity’s answer to extreme sportsmen:  they are extreme artists.  “Amateur explorers of the secret underground” indeed – they are adept at diving down into the deep subterranean subconscious and bringing up a prized insight.  Jung had nothing on them!


If there is a secret underground Lemurian railroad, you can be assured that Laurel and the  Ravenettes will investigate it, test it, document it, and use it in a story 5 times to make it their own…


Sometimes they just need a little escape from the fast-moving, high-pressured, too-stressful workaday world, even an evacuation from Mother Nature, who is justifiably acting out anger towards careless inhabitants… They need a respite, where it is serene, quiet, peaceful, lovely, and just a little bit other-worldly – they need to answer when Lemuria calls.


And then, when they re-emerge to pick up their regular lives again, they are refreshed, rejuvenated, and renewed.  They use their art like magic to cast spells and turn everyday items – like manhole covers – into mandalas and other artful objects.


© 2008 Kerry Vincent – I used this article to get started on this madchallenge exercise.  Words in quotation marks are taken directly from the article.  I discovered this story by googling “manhole covers” and “serenity”. kerry

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May 23, 2008 at 6:22 pm

At Her Age

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By Kerry Vincent © 2008


            Josh really didn’t want to waste an afternoon driving out to the country, but Amy begged him to, and he really liked Amy. 

            “We don’t have to stay very long, Josh, just enough to set up Aunt Lou’s new computer.  You can set up a workstation in your sleep,” Amy reminded him.

            “OK.  As long as she doesn’t make us stay for dinner or something like that.  You know how lonely old ladies are – they just want to talk you to death,” Josh grumbled.

            “In and out, I promise,” Amy said.

            They turned down the gravel road that led to Aunt Lou’s log cabin.  Athena, a yellow lab, ran out to greet them, barking like crazy.  Isis, a calico cat sleeping on the porch, barely looked up at the visitors.  The young people got out and walked up to the porch, dodging homemade wind chimes and ducking under low-hanging baskets of pansies. 

Amy knocked on the front door, which was painted turquoise and coral.  “Aunt Lou loves the desert look,” Amy explained.

            “I can tell,” Josh said, looking at a bleached cow skull nailed above the mailbox.  “This is kind of creepy.”

            “Oh, Josh, she’s just a harmless little old lady.  She probably just got a computer so she can see pictures of the grandkids or shop QVC online.  Just get the machine set up, and we can get back in time to watch American Idol.”   

            Aunt Lou welcomed them.  “Hello, Amy, and this must be your young man, Josh…Come in, come in…Can I get you some tea?  Juice?  Coca-Cola?”

            “Just water is fine, Aunt Lou,” Amy said.

            “Alright.  The computer’s in there, on the dining room table.  Take a look,” said Aunt Lou, and trotted off to the kitchen.  She came back with three glasses of ice water and a plate of gingersnaps.

            Josh was impressed with the hardware, the deluxe laser printer, although he thought so much memory would be a waste for Aunt Lou – she didn’t even play video games.  She had a nice set up.  He clicked on the Control Panel, made some adjustments, tested the Internet connection, plugged in some wires, and in less than 15 minutes, he announced, “You’re good to go.  Want me to bookmark some Favorites for you or anything?”

            “Oh, no, dear, I think I can figure that out myself.  As long as I can get to my email and the Internet, I can take it from there.  I want to get in touch with some of my retired teacher friends.  They can walk me through if I get stuck.”

            “Sweet,” Josh said. 

            “I suppose you young people have better things to do than sit with an old gal like me,” Aunt Lou said.  “Run along now.  I’ll be fine.”

            “I worry about you getting bored out here,” said Amy. 

“I’m fine – and now I can write my friends emails – thanks to you!  Don’t worry about me.  My life may not seem exciting to you, but I’m happy,” Aunt Lou said.

“Well, then, if you’re OK, I guess we’ll take off.  Good-bye, now….”  Amy and Josh went to the car and drove off. 

            “Do you think Aunt Lou gets lonely, living out there in the sticks all by herself?” Josh asked.

            “I dunno – she never complains,” Amy said.  “She’s got her hobbies, her painting and crocheting, and now she can email her old school cronies if she gets too bored.  I guess when you get old, you slow down, and don’t need much excitement anymore.”



Back at the cabin, Aunt Lou had the Internet fired up, ready to surf.  She laughed out loud and said, “Look out, Lemuria, here I come!”



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May 7, 2008 at 7:04 pm

The Ravens’ Muse

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by E. A. Poetica (a.k.a. kvwordsmith)


Once upon a mid-day boring, while I net-surfed, work ignoring,

Hoping for some inspiration…

While I waited, nearly napping, suddenly the keys were tapping,

My fingers the muse was slapping, slapping at my keyboard.

“Get busy, you, write some more,

You can do it, write some more….”


“Like Anita Marie, you could dis-member

Ghosts and their hunters, spilling blood upon the floor,

Crying out in their sorrow, nevermore be a tomorrow,

Load the corpses in a red death wheelbarrow,

Dump them at Anita’s Owl Creek Bridge,

Over there, beyond the dark cyber ridge.


“Or like Lori print some screens, mandalas both blue and green,

Goddess and flowers, frolic in the magick bowers,

Colors spinning like morning prayer flags,

Blessing the green earth and the Soul Food hags.”

(Older women, but not witches

A little sassy, not really *itches,

Just e-wenches on a creative ride!

We kiss the Muse, & try to stay on her good side!)


Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer,

“Oh dear Muse, truly your forgiveness I implore,

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly set the keys to tapping at my keyboard,

I didn’t know it was you – please don’t be sore.”

I listened for her voice – only cyber silence, nothing more.


Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Le Enchanteur?”
This I whispered, but an echo murmured back the words, “I am Le Enchanteur!” –


There I sat at computer table, wondering, doubting, that I was able,

Could I create each day, and my creativity explore,

Could I earn my raven wings, and flap some more?

“Yes, you can do it, always learning, learning forevermore,

Create and share and post and comment – creativity galore!”

She encourages her flock of ravens, our Le Enchanteur!

“You can do it, write some more….”

* I would have included more foodies but got interrupted by my day job…Kerry)

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April 28, 2008 at 3:36 pm