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)…Continue Reading
Writerly Bits
I Am…
{{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
“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…Continue Reading
The Grotto
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…Continue Reading
In Progress
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…Continue Reading
For My Bubby
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? …Continue Reading
Plumbing
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,…Continue Reading
CORE
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…Continue Reading
Living, and Dying
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…Continue Reading
Sweet Like Sugar
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…Continue Reading
