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Category Archives: Flash-writing
[NOTE: This was also posted on my Tao of Loafing site.] Five nights ago, coming home at days end, nosing my car into the drive, I startled. Where my headlights should have roamed over a patch of bare grass, instead … Continue reading
The chill rides on gusts slapping and snapping flags turning cheeks ruddy making ears and noses numb selling winter with gusto
Sitting, eyes shaded Chirping birds tell lies of spring Chill air tells the truth Crunching leaves, I look No undergrowth, trees barren, Ghost squirrels chasing Walking. Time dilates. As crisp leaves drift to the ground Winter can wait
[NO ANIMALS WERE INJURED IN THE WRITING OF THIS POEM.] jungle nights, so very scary creepy-crawlies, beasties hairy caws, screeches, and echoed calls no protection of moat or walls just the thinnest nylon tent then, an idea, heaven-sent who can … Continue reading
City arisen from a beat-down by villains and despots Wounds unhealed, but scabbing highrise tinted glass City of two million in ’74 –two thousand in ’78 Lonely omegamen huddled in dark closets, Anne Franks all, listening for the sound of boots, … Continue reading
The sleeper car dreamscape is constant sound and motion A thin curtain separates one from the universe of humanity The car sways as steel wheels clack hard over iron rails That’s the backbeat to which one’s subconscious creates One is snatched … Continue reading
White light blinds my eyes and sears my brain with pain. I’m not insane, but sometimes I feign, by: -Driving fast on the lane -Winter trips taken to Maine -Walking slow in the rain -Washing dishes down the drain If you … Continue reading
Plucking a small red apple off the tree She held it aloft, observing its smooth skin A soft breeze fluttered the hem of her dress In that moment, she was awake
Carpet of copper needles Columns of hardy pine Your space is impressive Still liquid pool mirrors Azure ceilings arch above You may enter in your shoes, but please obey the house rules.
On foggy mountain, I’m a mystery. Grounded, I’m the unknowing.