fog is good
but god’s a frog
loves the sun
—leaps—
but god’s a frog
loves the sun
—leaps—
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
Friday, September 20, 2019
Not The Warmest Greeting
50-Word Stories (Online) September 2019
He
was quite sure they’d met before. Her smile, though noncommittal, seemed at
least familiar, and somewhat welcoming.
It
faded, though, as he approached her and sat down beside her on the subway.
He
knew that he’d mistaken her as soon as she pressed the trigger on the Mace
canister.
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
Love Conquers All
Red Wolf Journal (Online) September 2019
(Anthologized) March 2020
(Anthologized) March 2020
Red Wolf Editions: Visitations (Online Author’s
Collection) March 2023
“I bought you some
poison blueberries,”
she said. “You can
have them with your
corn flakes in the morning.”
She had always been
everything he’d ever wanted
so all he heard was:
“I bought you some
blueberries for breakfast.”
He ate them the next day
with toast and orange
marmalade and tea.
He went to work and smiled
at customers and colleagues,
sat quietly at his desk
until half-past five, signed out
and, still smiling, headed home
to his Sweetie Pie.
“I bought you some
poison blueberries,”
she said. “You can
have them with your
corn flakes in the morning.”
She had always been
everything he’d ever wanted
so all he heard was:
“I bought you some
blueberries for breakfast.”
He ate them the next day
with toast and orange
marmalade and tea.
He went to work and smiled
at customers and colleagues,
sat quietly at his desk
until half-past five, signed out
and, still smiling, headed home
to his Sweetie Pie.
Monday, September 16, 2019
Overheard
Red Wolf Journal (Online) September 2019
(Anthologized) March 2020
(Anthologized) March 2020
Red Wolf Editions: Visitations (Online Author’s
Collection) March 2023
The first words heard on Monday,
smack in the middle of August,
drifted in, distant and disembodied
from the dock of the smallest cabin
across the lake.
An ancient couple,
no doubt celebrating their golden
anniversary with a coffee and a
mutual toast, love-talked so softly
that only their voices’ tenderness
and not the content of their speech
travels across the still, wide water.
The first words heard on Monday,
smack in the middle of August,
drifted in, distant and disembodied
from the dock of the smallest cabin
across the lake.
An ancient couple,
no doubt celebrating their golden
anniversary with a coffee and a
mutual toast, love-talked so softly
that only their voices’ tenderness
and not the content of their speech
travels across the still, wide water.
Sunday, September 01, 2019
Girl Of His Dreams
Potato Soup Journal (Online) August 2019
(10-Word Stories)
He purchased her wedding ring long before they even met.
(10-Word Stories)
He purchased her wedding ring long before they even met.
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