Friday, December 9, 2016

[Impossible Things Journal] Peacocks




Peacocks have a unique perspective on the world. One bird, so many eyes.

[Six Sentence Fiction] Walking the Aisle



Head bowed, he breathes deep and chokes on the odor of flowers, the subtle cloying scent of lily and sharp tang of lilac settling on the back of his tongue.

She’s next to him, holding his arm; he can feel the soft swell of her breast against his tricep and the sturdy warmth of her body molded against him from torso to calf. She breaks away as the double doors open, twining her fingers with his, and guides him down the aisle to the resonant thrum of organ music; his gait hitches right along with his breath.

At the front of the room, he finally raises his head, falters and loses a step, shiny black shoes scuffing the threadbare chapel carpet. The coffin, draped in flowers, sits on the middle of a dais with lights beaming down on it; if he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was staring at the opening scenes of some play, but the bowed heads of people in the pews, the whisper-soft sobs and rasps of tissue against wet cheeks remind him that this is reality.

She slides onto the hard wooden pew reserved for family and he follows her, looks at her, waits for her to tighten her fingers around his hand and then he turns his face forward—breathes out, breathes in—and whispers: Goodbye, brother.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

[Saturday Shorts] 11 - 26 - 16



This town rips the bones from your back 
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap 
We gotta get out while we're young 
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

Write a 100 word story based on or inspired by this song.  



*Leave your story or a link to your story in the comments by midnight on Sunday and I'll share it/tweet about it.

Saturday, October 29, 2016

[Saturday Shorts] 10-29-16




Write a 100 word story that starts with "The corpse sat across from me..."



Just in time for Halloween. 

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

[Poetry] Institutionalized

My ongoing sharing of the random bits of poetry that I occasionally write. (I'm even sharing the bad stuff.)

Be wary.
The doors here have eyes
ears and lips
to share our secrets if the price is right.

Perhaps,
if you slip your intentions through the sliding carrier
Soft, clean,
lace-edged, unassuming
I will smuggle them home.
Pressed between my pillows, they will bring me dreams of you.

But when morning comes, I'll wonder, do you dream of me too?

Do you lie at night,
awake and staring
through the observation window,
wondering what is on the other side?

Are the years still passing by?


If your shade were to escape,
as you long to do some nights
would it tempt me with your visage?

Or would I miss your heat....
and allow it only to sing me to sleep?

Friday, October 14, 2016

[Six Sentence Fiction] Encounter





I was stringing up laundry in the backyard when I saw him standing at the edge of the woods, naked as you please, the only thing giving him some shred of decency being the thigh length rat’s nest of hair hanging over his shoulders.

Nan used to warn me about naked woodsmen, telling me “run if you see ‘em girl cause they’ll do you a goodly bit of mischief and no Christian woman needs that on her conscience.” But really, I’d always thought she was a little senile if not totally full of shit and besides, I wasn’t a Christian woman, so I went on hanging the laundry and keeping one eye on him.

Wild-animal timid, he’d creep close and pull back, watching me, until I ran out of laundry. I sat down on the stoop to see what he’d do and that’s when he struck, lunging into my $70 Northern Nights sheets and snapping my clothes line; I screamed and threw an empty planter at him. When he leapt out of the tangled clothes line and shot for the woods, he had my husband’s Day-Glo Incredible Hulk boxer shorts in his hand.

Monday, October 10, 2016

[Music Monday] Haunted Antique Edition



Music from the 1930s-1950s often has a haunting quality about it. It may speak to something about the era. The world on the brink of war, then in the midst of war and then locked in a cold war. Death and destruction lurking in the shadows, occasionally making itself known.

Here are a select few of those haunting songs.They'd be great for a Halloween party.






"Miss Otis Regrets" - Ethel Waters



"Nightmare" - Artie Shaw



"It's All over But the Crying" - The Inkspots



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