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An Impatient King (prosery/flash fiction)
A new “prosery” prompt at dVerse Poets from Sanaa, a 144 word piece of prose to include a chosen line from a poem, in this case, the line “The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape” from the poem “Time and the Garden” by Yvor Winters. ////////////////////////////////////////// An Impatient King… Continue reading
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Simple (stream flash fiction)
From Sadje, one of my first friends at dVerse Poets I only wanted simple he said she said the chorus said with a “we” watching from outside the lines drawn while singing in tune over Greek pastries at that little place in the district that specialized in just that sort of thing, some sweet some… Continue reading
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Danger Will Robinson!! (haibun)
So this past Monday was a haibun prompt from Frank at dVerse Poets. The prompt is here and emphasizes “silver”. Haibun Monday 8-4-25: Silver (I did stretch things a bit for a haibun) ////////////////////////////////////////// Austin Road Elementary school, Mahopac NY, early 1970’s. In the back of the school sat the playground, some basketball hoops, a baseball… Continue reading
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A New Captain’s Chair To Cardan Four (simple post about a chair)
Finally got myself the new PC chair I’ve been wanting. The old one, though of sentimental value, really needed to be retired, not completely, but at least to a different corner of this room, a sort of studio apartment in my sister’s basement, it has a small fridge an air fryer and a microwave so… Continue reading
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Orange Quarantine (song re-visit)
Spent the weekend doing nothing (holy crap! really?! that’s new … shut up m’fr!) one new post and then just eyes and headphones down to some old stuff, a bit of a re-set if you will as it seemed necessary. Re-read a lot of old things just to remind myself that I wasn’t totally crazy… Continue reading
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Of Glasses, Old Men & Sisters (post-post)
So in the header for my blog here I do my best to give you an idea of what to expect if you decide to do some rummaging around some strange man’s attic or scream, after such, for help to anyone who might be listening on the front path three stories below to get you… Continue reading
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The Black Hole (prosery flash fiction)
So from Merill’s prompt. 144 word max and use the line I have no skills for flight or wings to skim the waves effortlessly, like the wind itself . Prompt explained here in full.. The Black Hole He lay back in tall grass, hands behind his head, with a straw sprig dangling his lips like those… Continue reading
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So Then Sunday: God Made Trump … Yeah, That Was In Error (song)
Been a bit for a So Then Sunday here where I just repost something because … One: because I like it and came about it on another sleepless weekend writing new or just scrolling old stuff. Two: because I’m just fucking lazy and ain’t got shit. Plus The Trump Circus and Hit The Road Facts… Continue reading
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