Shahwings (Species Description)

Some details relating to names are pending an edit so they conform to the language used by the people rather than English.

(Derogatively called Shwings)

Characteristics:
human-like body, feathery wings on back, wispy hair, shorter and lighter than humans, wide feet with rough soles; male, female, or zirch

Found on:
Lekreanfyr, Fohrtiil, Qarlilian, Arshilkrin, Ortenfeil, Slyrpfyrn, Xhorgliff, Yrfsholgh

Social habits: mature at 8 (Earth) years, couple with a shahwing of the opposite sex generally around the same time, highly social — spend most of their time with other shahwings

Lifespan:
20-70 (Earth) years, depending on the planet, climate conditions, etc.

Housing:
high ceilings, high off the ground, no stairs, curtains instead of doors, vibrant decor, nest-like hammocks for beds

Clothing:
flowing halter tops with open backs (shirt or dress) and pants (if not a dress)

Familial structure:
mom and dad start a house, children can choose to build extensions off the original structure or start their own house after they marry

Children:
mothers carry 1-3 baby shahwings for 6 (Earth) months, nurse them for 1 (Earth) year; males generally remain in the family’s house structure, females leave to the husband’s, zirch are either kept as servants or sold to others

Zirch is a third gender for some species that is incapable of reproduction because they do not have reproductive organs.

Hierarchy:
based on wing colors and patterns — white, beige, then brown for base colors, patterned wings in each color are lower than the single-color based on the color of the marks (same order as for the main social strata)

Abilities:
flight, telepathy (with other shahwings or other creatures with telepathy), craftsmanship (especially construction)

My Mistake of Platforms

Those of you who also have WordPress.com sites may know that my site is on the same platform. From the url of the page you’re on, you can see that I paid for my domain, alyssa-wright.com.

What you can’t see is that I made a mistake by purchasing it.

Not because I do not want my domain, or my site, no.

My mistake was using WordPress.com rather than WordPress.org.

When I set up my site and this blog I didn’t even know that there were two sites. It wasn’t until after I had paid money that I realized I had intended to use WordPress.org.

For now I am sticking with my decision and WordPress.com.

When it comes time to pay again, however, I plan to migrate my site to WordPress.org.

Broken Streak

I did not post yesterday. I had a daily streak from July 2nd to July 30th. Today is a new day, I’m starting over. This is day one.

Additionally, the last few days I didn’t write anything. At all. No daily poems either. That streak ran from July 18th to July 27th. Today will be day one. I haven’t written the poem yet, but I will write one.

Despite breaking my streaks, I still feel that building the habit was valuable. If I can blog 29 days straight on my first try, how many days can I go on my second? I’ve done it once, I can do it again. If I can write a poem every day for 10 days, how many more days can I write a poem every day for?

This is a renewal, a new beginning.

“Hair Dye” (Poem)

Recently I dyed my hair. That is the subject of this poem, as you probably guessed from the title.

This was written 21 July 2018. It is day four of my current poetry writing streak.

My hair was meant to be blue

But instead I’m not sure if it’s true,

for it didn’t turn out

as I expected ‘twould.

It’s better than my brother,

who has no blue hair at all,

Despite the fact we tried

to make it so earlier tonight.

“Dead Shower Thoughts” (Poem)

This was written 20 July 2018. It was day three of my current poetry writing streak.

Why do my thoughts

reek and rot

As if they are dead?

Here they are

just now, flowing

through my head.

But the words,

they stink and ooze

as something left for dead.

Why are my thoughts

reeking and rotten

As they flow through my head?

Prejudice (Poem)

This was written 16 July 2018.

Hear, hear,

you people around,

come hither and hear

of my adventures around!

I’ve been all the places

I’ve seen all the things

I’ve done whatever is common for human beings!

This adventure,

you see,

is desired by all,

and I’ve had it,

you see,

I’ve had it all!

All who desire to go on such trips

should listen carefully

to my masterful quips.

You have a lot to learn

before you live among true men,

for we look dissimilar enough

for them to realize

We don’t fit in!

But how can they see we’re different,

you ask,

they can see it, it seems,

with their eyes and their minds.

We don’t look like them

so we must not be the same,

they think,

and they’re both right and wrong

to think such.

For while we’re not strictly human,

we’re not not human either.

We’re just different,

but not, it should be,

to a noticeable degree,

at least from the people I’ve seen.

But they disagree

as you’ll notice right off.

A lot of them are nice,

as you’ve heard and expect,

but some are rude

when you’ve been perfectly polite.

There’s no reason for it,

but they will think you

don’t look quite right,

for whatever reason,

and treat you different for it.

The best you can do is ignore them

and move on to the humans

you’ve befriended,

listen to the nice ones,

take their words to heart,

for they’ll think of you

for who you are

rather than who they see with their eyes.

“Cigarette Stench” (poem)

This was written 19 July 2018. It is day two of my current poetry writing streak.

It smells like cigarettes,

I think from the guy,

it’s really gross,

but, hey, it’s not my life.

Doesn’t make it smart,

but still, who am I

to regulate another’s choice

Unless it also affects me?

There’s a line,

somewhere, on what can

and cannot be

Chosen for others,

And this, I think,

cannot.