writing
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Measure of Life on a Park Bench (poem)
So, there was a poetry prompt from Leslie, who you can find to explore at LeslieScoble.com, to write a poem with the main stipulation being that your narrator be seated on a bench. The rest of the prompt’s details are here, The Bench: A monologue poem including Leslie’s own wonderful take on her own prompt. //////////////////////////////////////////… Continue reading
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The Cul-De-Sac (fiction)
This started as a haibun response to a prompt from Merril at dVerse poets this week and began with a remembrance of a time once spent on a Spring break from college to visit a Joanie and where we were, indeed, laid out hand in hand on a blanket in a darkening cul-de-sac whispering the… Continue reading
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The Ides Of Dick
Quite simply, March has been a dick, the Ides of Dick, a fiddlefuckstick of a month that just seems to want to linger well beyond its 31 day confine and this is on the heels of February being equally dickish and January as well. Yeah, this whole year so far has been such a dickturn… Continue reading
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I Was A Mountain Once (poem)
A dVerse Poets prompt, this one from Mish, to personifying the abstract . I Was A Mountain Once I was a mountain once that held pathed treks to enlightenment I was (a) small mound (s) wearying those trek steps footed steep heavy minded way . I was a sky’s wind once that carried gale words… Continue reading
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Rings (poem)
A new Quadrille prompt this week (44 word poem not including the title) from Kim at dVerse Poets. The word to include this time around? “Engrave”. Rings They were inside A set Of rings Initials Engraved Ribboned to a pillow In a church held by ponytails with cherub cheeks and cautious feet In front of… Continue reading
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Hit The Road Facts (song)
Ya know I have been Jonesin’ for the longest time now to get to a new tune, doesn’t matter what, a parody maybe for these current fucked up times, maybe something that rhymes with tariff or Canada or Greenland or King or Vlad or Orban or other small minded little men dictators or ethnic cleansing… Continue reading
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Last Pot Luck (144 word story)
Bjorn at dVerse Poets has a prose challenge this week to write prose of 144 words including the line ‘There’s a lullaby for suffering‘ from Leonard Cohen’s tune “You Want It Darker”. Last Pot Luck Maggie brought a faux beef stew, she had an extra provision card she’d nicked, Selina brought chicken though she was… Continue reading
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Bits & Pieces – 03-14-25
When we all received our first Covid checks, 12 hundred bucks I think it was, back around the time we started mainlining cleaning products and shining ultra violet lights up our asses according to the expert who knew all the sciency shit we needed to know to try and combat this new scourge of the… Continue reading
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Bloody Paradise & Death Becomes Us (call and response – poems)
Have this friend that I met through dVerse Poets, Paul (and a thank you to dVerse for such) an absolutely wondrous writer/poet whose work just astounds me and he recently wrote this at his site, Parallax Bloody Paradise – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon Note: I wrote this in response to GP at Pacific Paratrooper following… Continue reading
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Crazy Cat Lady Guy Cat Tips Guide – Tip #354
Crazy Cat Lady Guy Cat Tips Guide – Tip #354 Scene set: Back in August of last year I moved out of a roommate situation that I had moved into out of a solo living situation that I moved out of into that roommate situation that I then needed to move out of, quickly, with… Continue reading
