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PROMPTuesday #149: Flash Fictionize

Tuesday, April 12th, 2011

I wrote this awhile ago for a Fiction Workshop, and just discovered it again. It needs work, but that’s the thing about flash fiction: It’s a great starting point for fleshed out stories. A fire starter of sorts. So…Today’s PROMPTuesday is:   Write a piece of flash fiction (write 1,000 words or less, don’t edit) [...]



I Am…

Wednesday, February 9th, 2011

{{My PROMPTuesday submission…}}   I am angel heart and devil fire Seeing eyes and burning soul   I am trapeze and open hands   I am mother and motherless   I am gravel and soil Pasture and sheep   I am traveler I am home  



EXCERPT

Friday, April 11th, 2008

“So it’s a stone or a rock…” Annie mused aloud.   “Same thing,” Carlos said it sharply.   Annie fought the urge to snap back. “Witch Woods and The House at 2769 Sullenberg Lane…that doesn’t tell us much. How’re we gonna know where she hid it?” Annie sighed.   Carlos spun a wheelie to his [...]



The Grotto

Tuesday, March 25th, 2008

I remember the old wooden box Its tarnished screen inlaid on top That coveted elusive box Such hallowed metal inside   Shimmering on the dresser, breathless, unopened Ali Baba’s cave Opened by magic No one’s rightful treasure   Yet I heard stories whispered and shamed The upstaged engagement ring Guilt necklace bought in a rush [...]



In Progress

Thursday, March 6th, 2008

Birds leave shadows on the grass where a blanket is drawn   Close by, clouds skitter Blacking out The wings   It’s like this On the ground Where light and dark intermix   A speckled mosaic Of wondering and cursing Not sure what it should be   What should it be A shadow, a bird [...]



For My Bubby

Thursday, February 14th, 2008

Steady hands, honest gazer I crave to etch words in your marble   Love to make my mark where it shall remain and if it peaks dips circles   You’ll touch the infinite cast edges   And when I turn away And when I shut it out And when I wretch – to what?   [...]



Plumbing

Sunday, February 10th, 2008

electric fingers, worn by silver move me forward, will I hear a whisper   spent as light in near dawn, spirals she limps, then settles   sits in blonde wood acclimated to cold peeks through the porthole, spider glass   pipes of light I would collect and – forget, unbidden in deep pockets   padded, [...]



CORE

Thursday, February 7th, 2008

  CORE When I walk here I feel OK Though ragged feet and bruised arms walk with me   Yeah you know I feel OK   Because I’m you without the evidence   No. Mosaic alley with its tattoos and broken melodies   is siren song   If we met face to face dungarees and [...]



Living, and Dying

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008

TO ANGIE And this is the way you tell me you’ve grown tired and I say you’ve been tired all along   I tell you I won’t light your stone avenues, point at landmarks unseen, or the map still folded   I rise against your close-eyed sickness not by closing, but not stopping to look [...]



Sweet Like Sugar

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008

SWEETIE PIE (written for my daughter, Alexa)   How do you make a sweetie pie Is it something you can bake?   Are there special things that go in it Do you frost it like a cake?   What are the ingredients That make it taste so sweet?   I imagine there’s no dirt or [...]



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