Witch at the Senate’s Door Step

This is a new story I wrote venting my frustration at the government. The videos are a little long, but I hope you will take the time to watch them when you are able on my YouTube channel… silvaan ruth pottery and prose

Thank you

-Silvaan-

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Thought for sure my principal just killed me, if it weren’t for the sudden stop.

A Very, Very Strange Day

By Silvaan Ruth

Jane:

I sat at my desk, waiting for the principal to come in, as I ate my lunch. Don’t know why I am here in lunch detention. The teacher says I am not, but I am alone in my classroom, eating: lunch detention. I chew in peace as I look at the pale moon in the blue sky, dreaming for a moment about what it would be like to be on the surface. What would the stars look like, I thought, or the earth, for that matter, from the surface of the moon?

With a snap of the latch of the blue door, a stark contrast to the white walls, I jumped. The Principal entered. She was a strange woman, with a hunch at her mid back, her white hair in an old-fashioned bun, white cardigan with a white blouse under it, and dress and cane to match. She had silver framed glasses that rested on a face like a troll, with a silver chain attached to it that snaked around her neck. She walked in, slowly maneuvering through the desks to sit on the one in front of me, moving the chair to the side as she did so. She laid her free hand over the one clutching the white cane in front of her, resting her hunched frame on it. Her blue eyes made her face seem kind and inviting for being rather ugly.

Principal:

Jane’s oval face and almond-shaped brown eyes looked at me sheepishly, her straight, dark brown hair flanking her face, shielding her from the world. Shifting in her chair, her grey hoodie twisted around her arms as she crossed them over her white t-shirt. Her feet jutted out to the left of my cane, her blue jeans twisted around her ankles as she crossed them, and her grey sneakers squeaked. Fully settling in her defiance, she looked out at the pale moon in the blue sky.

I smiled. “Do you know why I am here, child?”

She looked down and mumbled, “No.”

“You’re not doing your math work.”

She shrugged and mumbled, “So.”

I chuckled, “Why?” I coaxed.

She looked sad, “I’m not as good as everyone else. Not as fast or as smart.” She swung her head toward me, glancing up at my glasses for a moment. Looking down at her desk, she said, “Stupid, anyway. No one will ever really need to use it.”

I smiled as I chuckled, “But how ever will you reach the moon?”

Her head shot up, looking me in the eyes, confused. The question, ‘how did you know?’ written in her glare.

Jane:

My chair rose, me still firmly in it screaming. “What the fuck is going on!” I looked at the principal, her eyes shone bright as if stars had replaced the orbs. I launched into the ceiling, straight through it, tumbling into darkness. I thought for sure my principal just killed me, if it weren’t for the sudden stop.

I looked down from where I landed from the edge of a gigantic crater; I knew instinctively that I was on the moon. I followed the curving edge of the chasm until I saw the earth. The sight reminded me to breathe as I gasped at its beauty. Crisp, blue sphere in the middle of a sea of black. I don’t know how, but I could see the clouds swirling along the surface like cottonwood seeds in a summer breeze.

It felt so ridiculous that I could breathe, or still be alive, for that matter. I looked down, placing the sole of my shoes on the ground. I could hear the soil crunch under my feet; that’s impossible, I thought, yet it was real. I started to giggle a little, and it steadily grew into a belly laugh. “Oh. My. God. What the fuck in going on! How am I alive?!” I squeaked. But wait, I thought. “If I am here, then maybe I could go to my favorite planet, Jupiter,” I thought aloud.

I settled in my seat, readying myself, clutching the sides of my chair until my knuckles were white. I closed my eyes, wishing with all my might to go to Jupiter. After a few practice rocks, I threw my weight into the back of the chair, launching myself into the darkness again.

With a thud, I opened my eyes. To see my teacher standing in front of me, I jumped. “Sorry, dear, didn’t mean to startle you.” She glanced at my lunch bag and empty sandwich box, her eyes narrowed and mouth pursed in a disapproving look.

I looked around at the students, unaware of her glare, wondering why I wasn’t on Jupiter. She cleared her throat; I looked at her. She angled her head down, glancing at my mess, glaring at me a little harder.

I jumped to gather it all, “Yes-yes, sorry.” I said. As I put my trash in my lunch bag, I thought, Did that just happen? Why would I imagine that?

In my periphery, as I put my lunch bag under my chair, I saw something white move. I looked, and I saw the principal standing in front of the closed door, looking at me with blue, human eyes. They were not the shining stars I saw in her eyes before. She pointed at me with a smile, and, leaning on her cane, mouthed, “Do your work.” She winked. As her eye opened again, a blackness as dark as the universe was revealed. Where an iris should be, lay the stars of a universe yet to be discovered. She walked through the door as if it weren’t there.

I sat there in stunned silence as the teacher gave instruction.

When all was quiet, I managed to gather myself, and took the math test. I got a C minus. You may think that’s horrible, but I never really bothered to take them before that very, very strange day.

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Something new and going to stay

After years of struggle and back and forth I have accepted that I am a writer. I have started a Patreon page to help in this endeavor. Her is a little video of me tell a little of my story. You can click the link in the description of the video to read more or click the link of my Patreon page just under this video. Thank you. Now I have some stories to write!

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I have started something a little new.

 

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Something I Need To Practice More

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Updates: Confusion and Questions

desertI have made a lot of pottery lately. More than I thought I would and I destroyed far more of them then I wanted too.

I have written a few things as well. Getting out frustration more than anything.

A lot of things are running through my head and I don’t really know what to do with myself. Or how to answer my own questions.

If I should move to Portland Oregon?

or just travel like I have always wanted to do. people watch and write.

the problem I find with the first is I don’t want to do what I am doing now just in another place . personally I would like to just do art. throw my pottery and write and live doing so.

what would be good is I could get around a little easier then where I am because I don’t drive. Portland in one of the better places in the U.S. for public transportation.

The problem with the second is as much as I want to write I find I need pottery its the yang to my yin. With that said if I travel to write it would be hard to do my yang because pottery seems to be a very stationary thing. but it has crossed my mind to travel to one place and the next throwing pottery at one community studio at another.

But then I would have to sell my work some how.

but if I could travel I would like to go to the British isles.

I have a friend that lived in Ireland for a while and told me to go to Galway, Ireland. I think it would be so fun to go there. A long time ago I thought of travelling even though I really had no money (still don’t). but I found a little ceramic place and it was fun to look things up and plan it all out but there was never a chance I could do it.

well I am hoping to get my etsy set up again.

I was planning on changing my name again but not sure how or if I should.

Anyway I am rambling now.

talk to you all later.

Silvaan Ruth

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Another Adult coloring.

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I finished this one last night. Also colored another with my left hand. Post that one tomorrow if I can. 😀 see you later

Thank you.

Silvaan Ruth

PotsAndPoetry

 

Thoughts…

I am trying to write a story for the first time in years.no poems no prose just a story It’s harder than I thought. It’s like I have to teach myself to write like myself again. Weird. I feel like I started writing for the first time.

-Silvaan Ruth-

Chapbook: More Than What You See-Prologue: The Cherry Tree

Have you ever waded
through a vat of mud
knowing how hard it was
going to be to move,
or how deep you
would have to go?

I have. It gets thicker
and harder to push through.
It gets so thick it’s
nearly solid earth.

The sticks, rocks, and stones
scratch and penetrate as they grind
by your skin, as you heave each limb
forward pulling your torso with them.

Do you know what it feels
like to struggle against this force?
As you drown in its thick soil
you can’t talk or breathe.
You just keep going until-

your head breaks
the surface tension,
gasping for respiration.
at the base of the cherry tree,
your only ambition
before you, barren, save for
one cherry that you
can never imagine unless
ingested by your taste buds.

You look on
to see other cherry trees.
Vast is the distance between them.
You advance knowing what
it is to get there but
curious as to what you
will find and where,
or who, you’ll end up being.

By Silvaan Ruth
PotsandPoetry

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Chapbook:More Than What You See-A Journey Ends

The frustrations of my
limitations will never end,
they will only lessen
for there is always a way
it’s just not everyone else’s
and there is always more
to be found in the trees and cherry’s.
I have reached the end
of this tunnel of mud.
A new tunnel has begun.
This one is deeper
but brighter than the one before.
I wonder what lessons
it will hold and where it goes…

-Silvaan Ruth-
PotsandPoetry

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