"Two wrongs may not make a right but a thousand wrongs make a writer.”

Friday, October 26, 2012

HOT FOR PINK (friday flash 55)

The bees have diarrhea,
the honey pot's kaput.
Masses grow in lab rats
lodged in mammary.
Studies are debunked and mocked,
patents are enforced.
There's Roundup in your doughnut
and in your white corn syrup.
But we crave our fast food feedlots,
so GMO it all,
then wear pink for consolation
and embrace Monsanto's thrall.

It's Friday and time for the Flash Fiction 55 game. It's Halloween so give us your scary stuff.  I didn't entirely play by the rules, G-Manbut it's a story (if not fiction), and 55 words on the nose!

If you can write a story in 55 words, please tell the G-Man and play along. Happy Halloween.

Monday, October 15, 2012

The Bath

A field of frost
white as your hair
covers the impatiens
and the grass and the steps
come morning. 

The migrating sparrows that blackened the sky
have sung their way home
and silent as the ground under snow
is the outdoors, yet you sing
in the bath you designed
come morning. 

You linger over your powders and ointments
and with ponderous steps walk the tile you laid
round the porcelain you set
and reach for the razor to stand and confront
the eye-level mirrors that are beveled and true
come morning.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

There's A New Game In Town (Friday flash 55)

She wished only for the one she remembered
to pour her a draft and play her a song.

But the jukebox was gone,
and the shuffleboard they brushed elbows over

was replaced by the new game in town.
Keno and Poker sit atop the bar like gargoyles.

A stranger asks to know
Do you play?

On Fridays, the best game on the internet landscape is Friday Flash 55 hosted by the G-Man. Write a story in exactly 55 words then post it and let the man know. He particularly likes it when you have a main character, a plot and an ending.

On a cold night like this, I like sitting inside with my warm laptop under my fingers, making up stories. TGIF!!!!

Monday, October 8, 2012

Magpie Tales....What We Knew in 1665


It’s not my pulse
that’s out of sync,
nor a case of the vapors
for one come and gone-
he goes and he comes
but that they don't know.
A bleeding is in order,
he says.
We’ll see.
I know how to brew
pennyroyal tea
and I’ll be just fine
when all of you leave.
I know how to bleed.

Photo prompt courtesy of Tess at the one and only Magpie Tales hitting it hard on Sunday, week after week.