December 24th, 2017


Poem: "The Things That Money Can't Buy"

This poem came out of the June 2017 [community profile] crowdfunding Creative Jam. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] alexseanchai. It also fills the "formidable handicapped villain" square in my 3-1-17 card for the Disability Bingo fest, and the "strapped to a moving vehicle" square in my 6-16-17 card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles. It belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics.

Warning: This poem contains some controversial topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It features the supervillain Scrunch, who is an utter arsehole. He is rich, uses a wheelchair, and expects his servants to do everything for him. He uses obnoxious language and looks down on other people with disabilities. He sexually assaults women with his superpowers. His sense of risk assessment is bent to hell. People with disabilities may find this poem difficult reading. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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Druze Dating

People of the Druze faith practice endogamy, because only children of two Druze parents can be Druze. 

Which seems fine until you think about how farmemory and reincarnation actually work.  You've got this bunch of souls who are all by now quite attached to each other, and some who have gotten sick of each other.  So while a lot of them are still huddling together, there are some who go wandering.  They fall in love with somebody new.  And it doesn't matter what the religion says, some of those kids are going to have Druze souls.  Now what in the merry hell do you do with kids who have Druze memories but aren't allowed into the culture?  That has got to be a mess.

I've actually met a Druze person, in college, and we had a lot of fun.  Well, I was the only other person with farmemory, so it was kind of inevitable.  It's a fascinating religion.

But damn, I'm glad I don't have to clean up after that.


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It snowed again this morning, so the world is powdery and white here.  Birds have been mobbing the feeders: a flock of sparrows, some dark-eyed juncoes, at least two pairs of cardinals, several morning doves, and a temporally confused starling.  When I went out to refill the feeders, they were right back on there by the time I got into the house and looked out the windows.  The ones sitting on branches are fluffed up into little balls. The wind is sharp today, and really blowing the snow around.  Not a lot of snow, really, but what there is of it is drifting.

I got the ham bone trimmed down to make ham and beans tomorrow, too.

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