“How Hot You Are” by Daddy’z Breakdown, a Grand Rapids, MI band She dances under the mirrorball To the tunes of her favorite band. Wrists, ankles, ears, and eyes Shimmering with opulent jewels That glitter as she shakes. A crescent of eyes traveling Up and down her lithe frame Magic sparkles in them Capturing…
Category: fiction
Lemmy and Rita at Work
image link image link Lemmy was a jocular sort of fellow who was the life of any party with just the guys. Be it deer hunting camp, a fishing trip, or a poker game, Lemmy kept the laughs rolling. Lemmy’s man cave was plastered with Farah posters and Playboy centerfolds. He had the best porn…
Janet and The General
General Sherman Janet was the original climber of General Sherman, a giant sequoia that is, by volume, the “largest known living single-stem tree on Earth.” Janet had lived in Tulare County, CA since she was born. She grew up five minutes away from the Giant Forest of Sequoia National Park. As soon as she could…
Finish the Story — The Future Is Down
Teresa, over at The Haunted Wordsmith first tagged Fandango to carry on her latest Finish the Story prompt. Teresa starts it out, then tags another blogger, in this case Fandango, to add the next part. I will tag someone else to continue the story and so on and so on. Fandango at This, That, and…
Tale Weaver – #231 – July 11th – Making Sense of Nonsense – Ignormarte
image link IGNORMARTE If anyone can keep secrets, it’s doctors. They are the best at keeping secrets because they have the most to lose. Ever since health-maintenance organizations (HMOs) became the standard, doctors have had to do some fast shuffling. You see, how an HMO works is that it receives a set amount of money…
Ode to Petunia
ephemeral petunia bloom alive for just one day trumpets light into the gloom to brighten along our ways food for honey- and bumble-bees hummingbirds as well colors bright to pull and please botany of desire swells they come as uprights in the ground or waves upon a vine petunias sing without a sound intoxicate like…
50 Word Thursday — Let the wild rumpus start
“Let the wild rumpus start.” — Maurice Sendak, from Where the Wild Things Are job’s a drag, need some free dropped a tab of ecstasy first i heard it in the thump then i saw it in his scrump primal bongos crazy beat ‘bido rising feel the heat bodies writhing in the night fill…
Tao-Talk 