I’ve been trying to expand beyond poetry and break into the prose market. Recently, my Flash Fiction piece, Gravity Exerts Itself, was published in the online journal Little Old Lady, Literary Humor with Exquisite Taste. I hope you like it!
seeking the perfect dreamer
ephemera collected over the years
memories suffused into bits & bobs
who might cherish it as much as I?
the gathering storm
darkened sky to the east
drops of rain on sunroom windows
a hint of wind to go with it
puddle-jumpers
the British call it sorted
handled, organized, under control
I just like the way it sounds
The Numbers Game: 188
It’s that time again, time to gather up archive photos to correspond with the week’s selected number. Readers, I give you the number 188 ~
early dusk
burning brush
in a wrought iron pit
its hinged mesh cover
corrals unwieldy ash
as towering flames
reach for unseen stars
yellow & green
reams of silver, slices of magic
sunshine’s glowing warmth
ah, the benevolence of spring
and so it is with the world
dust on the banister uprights
and every level surface, cranny & nook
seek and wipe away the façade
Yup
“When a clown moves into a palace he doesn’t become a king, the palace instead becomes a circus.” — Turkish proverb
Post Script: The proverb itself likely originated with the Circassians, Sunni Muslims from the Northwestern Caucasus, and is not specifically Turkish.
Source: Huffington Post
the competition
one-hundred sixty-six poems
lyrical aspirations, earnest voices
hopes & heartstrings put to paper
my task: sift through each one,
seeking out poetic nuggets of gold
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