Carole Smith Turner

And no wonder since Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.  2 Corinthians 11:14 Facebook came into the world masquerading as an Angel of light. It convinced us we needed their platform to "connect." This quicksand sucked in businesses, politicians, entertainers; it transformed ordinary people into terrible minor gods.  This devil served us Koolaide made of cesspool water, and we drank, and it kindled our devils. And he did it with funny memes, family pics, conspiracies, hate groups, and pseudo "debating" all mixed together.  "A spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down".  This devil enticed us with a call to connection while tieing our hands and whispering,  "all it will cost is our soul."    A slick demon that Facebook is, masquerading as light.  I've been on social media for sixteen years. I started blogging in June of 2005, right before Hurricane Katrina. I joined Twitter and Facebook in 2008. I've watched and par

    Some men only ride alone  I only ride in the night  Some drown in the warmth of home  But nothing fades like the light  Blackened houses, morning skies on my mind  April showers, June is the same in your eyes  Something tells me, you know why I lie  But nothing fades like the light  Time goes by I wanna rise up  And I know why things change  And I know why I stay the same  Some say I should learn to cry  But I only learned how to fight  And I know everything must die  But nothing fades like the light  No, nothing fades like the light

This girl was happy. It was 1985, and she'd just joined the Jimmy Swaggart  church  cult. Look at those eyes, so bright, oblivious, and naive. I miss that slim neck.  Do you have any idea how many times that young lady heard, "where's your smile?" Because there is no tolerance for a joyless, nonsmiling female cultist. And what's not to smile about? I had new friends and a community. I worked at Jimmy Swaggart's for four years. We had a little utopia where we worked, went to church, had friends all right there together. One time I tried dating a guy who was Baptist. I was told we would be unequally yoked because he didn't speak in tongues, so I didn't date him. Another time a guy asked me why I wore black all the time. He was two years older than me, but somehow he was our leader. He said my clothes gave off an air of oppression. When anyone there used the word "oppression," they were referring to the devil. So he was saying that I looked li

I wake up wondering if I am Slicing wounds open by hand Did I give up and not know A zombie on the roam How am I walking  In the bathroom now My body confirms it lives  Peeing again I rub my sagging neck Feel for death It's not  What poison did I digest today Those clove cigarettes  Sugar Steak from the Cafe The birds are chirping Eating seed Lana sings Born to Die When was the last time I cried I'm alive

Poetry and Art By Carole Turner So it's not my novel, my life story, or the short story I recently completed but it is a collection of my poems and artwork and I'm proud of this little book.  Click on the image, check it out, and buy it for yourself or someone else or a bunch of someone else's. Thanks. 

Every Thanksgiving we take our Christmas pics. This year I wanted to take them in the Geek Parlor so the kids decided we'd just raid our closets and wear whatever the F we wanted. I mean, 2020 has been so INSANE so why not?  I love how they turned out.  Merry Christmas and good riddance 2020!!

There she was A heart shaped box I’d gone on a stroll  Over hills of grey  Like firm pillows And I found her   Ouch!  I cut my foot I see a spot of blood On my skin  it pooled I see the  sharp corner  Reflecting like a mirror Peeking from firm pillows   I see myself  In the sharp thing That rose from the grey Taller than me It became The heart shaped box  With a heart shaped door With a black heart shaped knob  Which I opened  And walked inside Red velvet walls So soft  The door shut behind We paused  The heart shaped box and me Sizing each other up I felt comfortable Free I was welcome  To stay or leave Put events away Safely here Inside the heart shaped box   I sat on red velvet sofas That lined the walls Like I Dream of Jeanie's bottle They said rest child I remembered my cut The blood was the sofas The blood was red velvet walls That called to me Unload memories Here they will keep Here they will wait The memories conspired  And hired fighters A time would come  For them to sho