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Ron. Lavalette's work has appeared in these fine publications:



Monday, October 16, 2017

Awaiting Acceptance

Poetry Breakfast (Online) October 2017


I will have coffee and cigarettes on the porch.
I will watch the morning build itself


from fading dark. Men will arrive,
and I will think that this is work


I could do myself, but it will not be
true: there are to be new steps, and I


will only watch. There will be scrap heaps
and sawdust, and I will be busy, inspecting


cobwebs in the joists, pondering errant
commas, watching for the mailman’s van.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Duty

The Drabble (online) August 2017


“Has my time finally come round, brother?” he asked the executioner, who stood by patiently, ax in hand. Because he was hooded and constrained by statute from speaking, the executioner did not reply, but their simultaneous presence at that very spot, standing opposite each other, separated only by the oversized chopping block at the appointed hour, spoke for him.

The prisoner made a low bow. The executioner took full advantage. Soon it was silent and they were both welcomed home.

The executioner’s mother, having lost half her sons, wept.

Friday, May 05, 2017

Sisters

The Drabble (Online) May 2017

One sister, mad, alone and despairing, stood arms outstretched, motionless on the track. The rail, as rails must, sang under the weight of the train, and the sister, bereft of song, stopped singing forever.

The other sister, later, curious, leaned too far over the railing of the trestle hoping to see where her sister had finished her song.

In the morning, passersby, unaware of the relationship, finding the second sister lifeless on the graveled rail bed, marveled at the coincidence of two women, dead at the same spot, less than a week apart.

Monday, January 16, 2017

The Sad Truth

One Sentence Poems (Online) January 2017

You never know it
until the door closes
behind her
and you think.

Tuesday, January 03, 2017

The Daily Grind

Poetry Breakfast (Online) January 2017

After the five-day holiday, after
almost a week of sleeping in and
napping at will, he’s unprepared
at half-past five to face the fact
that it’s another workday to be
endured, to slavishly slave away.
Routine works best to overcome
inertia, he thinks, so he goes out
to the kitchen, sets the coffee
brewing and turns on the morning
news. A scoundrel’s in office—no
news there—and by the time he’s
brushed, dressed, and ready to go
the coffee’s ready, too. He fills
the travel mug, kisses his lover
goodbye, and sails out to face
the day ahead. It’s not until
he’s almost half-way to work
he reaches for the cup, takes a
sip and frowns. It’s awful and
he can’t imagine why. But then
it comes to him: no brandy.