Month: September 2022

Compositions

A Night’s Events

Candid Corvid Productions

The car ran over something hard and metal on the way to work this morning.

I could hear it clanging and hard bounce-banging around underneath and against the car’s carriage for a few seconds before rattling away into the distance.

I thought the car had lost a part because I had not seen anything on the road.

Maybe it had blended in with the dark, smooth matrix.

When I drove the rest of the day, I listened for the car to make weird noises that would indicate something next stage deconstruction was happening.

After 10pm, I headed to a gas station on the way “home,” and at last I heard a sound and felt the performance shift off-kilter.

Darn!

I pulled into the station for gas, got out, and found that I had a flat tire.

Ok, I could deal with this.

However, in process of clearing out the back trunk region to reach the spare, my hand got into something slick that had leaked from a mystery container – and suddenly I felt and tasted lots of oil in my mouth!

A great time to panic!

Don’t panic!

Is this a problem?!?

I quickly walked into the mini mart to use the soap – oil-cutting dish soap, please! – and washed my hands several times at the front sink while nervously chattering about the issue to the clerks behind the counter.

Then, I returned outside and called 911 with calm voice, yet shakey laughter.

“Um…am I going to die from this?”

And then I couldn’t find the container to identify what my hand gotten into.

“I know this looks bad…” I told the kind dispatcher on the phone who was keeping me company, “but I can’t seem to find the container!”

What did I do with it?!?

I began further casting about to find it, going so far as to rumage through the garbage cans by the mini mart’s doors.

I had no recollection of what happened to it after I realized I could be in danger.

I sifted hrough miscellanious refuse, bemusedly lifting up an oil-stained bag – only to find it contained a partially-eaten, long donut in it.

I realized that I was blankly inspecting it, looking like a befuddled homeless person.

I felt so embarrassed.

The paramedics arrived to a scene where the garbage from the back of my car that I had planned to throw away was strewn around on the ground behind like large, picked through candy wrappers on a late Halloween evening.

Just then, I at last found it!

The container revealed as brake fluid.

The paramedics assured me that I would be fine – and then proceeded to change the flat tire for me!

Lucky they did because it was stuck on the mount bolts from rusted mud, and they had to pound on it to get it free.

In the original scenario, there would have just been me under the parking lot lights at 11pm, futiley beating on the tire like an unskilled monkey.

When they finished, I gratefully thanked them and gave them each my card, telling them to look me up so that I could help them keep saving people more comfortably.

As they were leaving, we wished each other goodnight, and I called out cheerfully that they had helped set me back on my path – so the night was going well for me!

Songs

The Sun Never Sets On Love (Song)

Candid Corvid Productions

By Athena Stairs, September 28, 2022

On the road of those forgotten, I have set out on this quest
It’s a chance for soul’s dominion, where I give the world my best

While it sees me as a mirage and I hide though I am proud
It is better in seclusion that I tease apart this shroud

All the words that you once told me bounce around inside my brain
At the time we sparked in passion, thought our union was insane

Across worlds we live expression, different tracks where play our game
But you know as well as I do that our hearts can love the same

If I told you that I need you, would you come when hear my call?
If I asked for your forgiveness, would you then give me your all

While I’m bound to limitations, you have everything at hand
In our complex reinvention we’d become better humans

Now I know you’ve yet to feel that in this hope’s security
We could infuse with our vision what the world has craved to see

But what’s new is rarely perceived until fan that kindred spark
What we each bring to the table is a rarest form of art

Won’t you tell me that you see me and you think that I’m the prize?
I have longed to gain a partner with the courage such as mine

Yin and yang we’d flow together, light and dark dynamics twine
Once love can be reimagined, it tansforms into Divine

(Big bass drums, groovin’ beat rhythms)

Stream of Thought

E.R. Lobby

Candid Corvid Productions

“I am going to kill myself when I get home,” said the lady next to me quietly on the phone.

And while I tried to nestle sideways, cramped on the waiting room couch, that inner voice of mine said, ” What if..what of this…what if…?”

Thusly, once space cleared a little more, I gathered courage, sat down in front of her unassuming, and asked, “So is it true what you said? Are you really going to kill yourself?”

Thus occurred the beginning of a new friendship.

Videos

“Lil’ Buddy” (Video)

Candid Corvid Productions

Athena Stairs, September 25, 2022

As I left the gym after a workout, something winged by me quickly on the right, did a u-turn to my left, and then slammed hard into the white outside wall of the building.

It was unusual behavior, so I figured whoever the pilot was had gotten sensory overload from sudden huge screened absence of color.

When I investigated, I found out that it was a lovely bronze-brown mantis, so picked it up and let it rest on my hand while I captured some video.

Once finished, I took it to a safer natural spot of landscape. As soon as it recognized green things again, it took off flying and found a leafy bush to nestle within for recalibration.