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Stories That Maybe May Be-The Asher and Parisa Superhero Series: Asher and Parisa Save Halloween

Asher and Parisa Save Halloween

 

Asher and Parisa running back to the skeleton door. From Asher and Parisa Save Halloween © Jo Hewitt 2017

Asher and Parisa running back to the skeleton door. From Asher and Parisa Save Halloween © Jo Hewitt 2017

 

They had run through the night.

Through shadows long and short

And shadows unseen.

Under shifting moonlight,

They had saved Halloween.

They had help from two owls

And some slinky black cats.

They had been guided

By high and low flying bats

And a lantern named Jack.

They had heeded the words

Of the big birds black.

They had done everything

The ravens had rasped.

What was left-nothing more.

They hurried now, hurried back

To the skeleton door.

They had to make it through,

Before the mid-night.

Before it closed, forever shut tight.

They were at the fence now,

The door they were nearing.

Oh no!

Their skeleton keys were disappearing,

First one, then two.

With P-Nut and Sadie along their side

They ran so fast, they almost flew.

Would they make it inside?

Would they make it through?

Just a few more steps under the skeleton stare.

Just a few more steps.

They were almost there!

 

Asher and Parisa running back to the skeleton door.
From Asher and Parisa Save Halloween
© Jo Hewitt 2017

 

Haiku and Loku Days-It Is Always the Stroke of Midnight

© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2013

New Year’s Eve has come and gone. Many people made many resolutions to better themselves for the coming year. Why wait for the end of one year and the beginning of the next, especially since the western year is so arbitrarily positioned. Why not use the Asian New Year, or the beginning of a new season-a solstice or an equinox, or the dawn of each new day or each and every beat of your heart and breath you take?

I used to tell people my days were numbered. And as the aghast look of sorrow and pity would appear on their faces, I would say: “There is the first day of the month, the second day of the month, the third day of the month and so on. Just check any calendar!”  But none of us knows which is the circled red-letter day of which month of which year that on which will come the call to move on, call it quits in this realm.

“…Bring thyself to account each day…”    Each day?-Maybe with each heart beat, with each breath. With each breath live a new day. Decide who and what you want to be. Make the resolution for and at that moment, the one you are holding in your hand. Make it now, for that is all we have. Don’t wait for the next New Year’s Eve.

It Is Always the Stroke of Midnight

New year, a new day
New heartbeat, each, a chance, 
Resolution, change.
 
 

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Ganges at Dawn by Sandra Hansen

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