xerkon

My father was a factory worker from Glasgow who moved to Cheshire to be with his girl, my mom. You should have seen the way his eyes smoked when he told her of the sparks on his gloves and molten metal flowing through his hands. My mother worked in a laundry...OUR laundry. She was a homemaker and spent all of her free time doing laundry in England, at the lawn-dro-matte (play on words, but no one knows what it means). We had quite a family, seven children, mouths a bleedin', hungry and tired and lonely. My Pa spent several nights a week in the pub near our flat, it was called the Screaming Lamb, no doubt some sort of homage to the days in which a man who was taken prisoner by the Prish Sect was forced to be sewn into the belly of a dying horse and left there to rot.My Ma spent several days a week out on the fishing boat in the chunnel...er, channel. She'd come back with more raw fish then you could shake a pole at. She was a kind woman, full of heart-ache and murmur, but my Pappy did not love her the way she needed and she wound up in the arms of another. It's kind of a sad story, really, and one I wish not tell.After moving from Glasgow and England and Cheshire to New York my parents finally called me Xerkon and settled in Minnesota. The Tri-cities are a godsend to me. I spend myriad days wandering through the lakes calling out to the tree sprites, hoping they won't spite me. I have a pocket book that I collect dead leaves in. It's becoming rather full and I'll never know how many more leaves I could have fastened into it because I threw it away the other day. Ice Skating is one of my pleasures. I love the feel of a dull blade against the flat of my back.I like to sip tea leaves and watch the west coast slide by. Many a hand has had me and I sometimes look up into the sky for a meteor that will crash down and fulfill all of my dreams. I'm sly. A venus fly trap once failed to grab me and then it winked knowingly. I rubbed my eyes and prayed for nightfall.The island that our family lived on was rocky, craggy, filled with sea birds and seals. Even this far north the air is thin; we're breathing Iceland! I had a pocket knife once and I still do and there are times I take it out and carve my name into myself.Ummm...oh! I also like Blink 182 and Cotton Candy and blank CD-Rs and Cocoa! Hot Cocoa, that is!!!