“That was a buzz kill….”

or so I heard from a couple of people about “Metamorphosis”

…No, no, it really gets funny but you have to have the ‘murder most foul’ up front.

THEN the comedy starts…..silly Dominant Bat (Fruit Bat actually, and then a kajira bat….mouthy and so much smarter than the Dom… than

Well, we have to laugh sometimes.  And too  many people take themselves too damn seriously.  I know.

So #2 gets posted, because we all need laughter in this economy.

Also, my techie son and I are working on a podcast for this blog of some poems from “A Seasoning of Lust”…suggested by good friend and marvelous writer, RG.

(http://www.remittancegirl.com)  This is a blog really worth the effort of reading…everyday.

Lady Nyo


“Laura, come to bed!  What are you doing out there?”

Laura was doing nothing.  Just drinking tea and looking out the window, humming to herself.

She had lost weight, grown taciturn, seemed sexless.  Harold, confused, was getting on her last nerve.

Laura entered the bedroom. Harold, bald and boring, glared at her.

“What is wrong with you? Didn’t you hear me?”

*Oh yes, thought Laura.  Thirty years of marriage doesn’t stop up your ears, just your mouth. And your heart.*

Laura opened the closet to hang up her robe.  Inside, on a hanger, was a giant bat, it’s dull black wings wrapped tightly, hanging upside down.  Laura shoved it aside, looking for a hanger for her robe.  She got into bed and turned off the light.

The police looked at the carnage on the bed.  Blood everywhere, a real massacre. Something was wrong, damned if they could figure it out.  The wife, mute, had to be in shock. Weird batty woman.

Laura, her gown bloody, drinking tea, looked out the window.  Under the tree was a big dark man, standing with his arms wrapped around his chest. He looked up and nodded.

Laura smiled and winked.

Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2008, 2009

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