So the writing hasn't been going well. It's just so hard to concentrate these days. At least I have finally started to catch up on my reading, so that's been nice. Anyway, the poems I've been coming up with lately have all been--how shall I put this? Flaccid. Yeah, that's the word I want to … Continue reading Playing With Prompts
Deepest Black. Elegant. It's such a pretty coat.Deepest black.Elegant.Ermine, mink, fox and stoat-- you took their skin but left their scentburied it in perfume and cheap cologne--The smell of civilization, that.Do you think it will protect you-- Out here? In the wild?Where you are all alone...Oh! You precious child!You pretty little sweet!I can't wait to … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 27. Coat
Greenest Branch (Skip It) Cache-Cache Spin. Spinning. Spins. Circle black. Cache-cache. Needle set on the track. Far Soul Law Tea Doe Doe Tea Law Soul Far Ray Doe Doe Doe Doe Skip it. Skip it. Spin. Spinning. Spins. O thou greenest branch, skip, skip, my deepest longing, cache-cache, my soul, my, my, my, my soul … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 24. Dizzy
Yes, I cheated. That breath is me breaking out the pan pastels. A Living Ghost It was a snowy winter evening when lonesome wakeful I went wandering,My feet moved of their own accord as I was thoughtless wondering,I was drawn down the road by some strange unknown attraction,and I hardly guessed where I had stepped … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 22. Ghost
Sling Unshot Do I even need to mentionhow thick the tensionis when everyone can feel it?Waiting for me to split the deck and deal it--I don't know if it's just my pridebut I can't seem to decideif I should serve the hand at allwhen I can't control how the cards will fall. It's not the … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 19. Sling
Poor Betty... Betty's Wardrobe Malfunction Once a year, in the fall, the ogres hold a costume ball. Betty didn't quite know, if she really wanted to go. In the end the choice was moot, given the fit of her human suit.
Look! I bought markers! The Satyr I tell you the truth, this is no lieabout how it was the satyr died:He lived in a grove of shady oakswith other lusty satyr blokes.He chased the nymphs as he was taught,but there was one nymph who would not be caught.He followed her into the forest deepwhere strange … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 14. Overgrown
A horse is a horse of course, unless it's miserable Ted The Scary Godmother Ted Garcia Morales had a fairy godmother,And she was a madrina like no otherLess bippity-boppity, more hella scary--But what can you expect from a skelefairy? The very first time that they met,Ted begged her for an enchantment.She obliged, and without remorse--She … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 7. Enchanted
I mean, just look at him--hardly any meat on those bones! Sticks and Stones and Bared Bones Did I ever tell you the story of Gordie Landusky?The boys used to taunt him, 'cause he was, y'know, kinda husky.He tried to tell'em he wasn't fat, he was just big-boned.But they'd spit in his face, and hit … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 6. Husky
But how did he get up there? It's Not That Bad It's neither vile gossip, nor vicious rumor--It's just a little gallows humor.