Bury me with the lies I told.–Alejandro Escovedo, from “Bury Me“ Final Kiss We grew up as neighbors. Your folks and ours were best friends. Moms canning peaches together every summer. Dads on the same bowling league. Remember when we all got Stingrays with banana seats? I remember it started in 9th grade, when we…
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#FF — Mother
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook Don and I met two years ago, at Pinky’s, where I work. He’d come in for a massage and paid extra for the happy ending. He’s been a regular since then. After a year, Don began bringing me gifts. After two, I began to look forward to his kind smile….
dVerse Poetics and Word Craft Poetry Tanka Tuesday — Eternally
Kneeling in church, as he whooshes by in his blood red brocade she breathes cinnamon and flounders between heaven and earth. He glances her beatific form in passing. For him it is her ginger locks, rolling down her slender back against the vanilla cream gown. Unholy unions will be revealed and punished. They have a…
dVerse — Quadrille 148 — The Struck Match
She wasn’t sure whether it was the exhibition or watching the application of brush strokes of each work that obsessed her so. Was it knowing the painter’s paper trail body? Or the way his body moved… Origamic muse prismatic omnipotence imbued by each eye. top image link I decided to write a second quadrille…
TSM 194 — Til Death
Til Death Blind, fumbling amongst bramble I’m lost abandoned, bereft in enemy terrain without shoes, hungry, under cold heaven’s regard our love fast-fading sunshine to vacuum gloom your laugh seeps up in mist from your forever lie my tomb. Today’s poem is in the Waltmarie form, which is “a 10 line poem, any subject, even…
TSM 168 — Home (for Bob Dylan)
Photography by Artist, Jasper James Slapped by labels, sprinkled with stardust, and he’s worn the tread off of more than a few pair of boots. He’s snapped more strings than gum snapped at a bazooka joe convention. He’s been spelled by potions and powders, fondled by hungry groupies, and chiseled by more than a few…
#MM Music Challenge — Mr. Fantasy ripples…
Jim Adams is the dependable host of Mindlovemisery Menagerie’s Music Challenge. Jim says: The challenge today is to focus on “Dear Mr. Fantasy,” by Traffic, written by Jim Capaldi, Steve Winwood, and Chris Wood, and use it for a short story, a piece of flash fiction, or a poem that you can share with the…
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