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Tag Archives: Books
Hanging Art
With full knowledge of its weight, made heavy By its gilded frame, Requiring strong wire Thick nails, to secure it In place—level—solid Upon a wall of plaster Chipped, repainted in layers Colors upon colors thick. We used our steady eye … Continue reading
Last Of The Trick Or Treats
Little slim acne face You know you’ve been jabbed at Your laugh the littlest A small-like snicker Bedrooms are for hiding No need to involve yourself In overtime with the idiots…just Dig into that last Halloween candy bag Your grandmother … Continue reading
There Is Always A Then
Thoughts are objects And they are bound within A fiction of our infinite pages. Leafs so thin, That we fit them Within forever With careful words. The parchment is made Of flesh and leaves. We press flowers within our covers … Continue reading
The Fern (Portrait #5)
This stream is the coldest my hands have ever touched. If there is a bottom to its shallowness, I can’t find it. The water seems so damned clear, too clear. I think I should be able to see, but I … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Portraits
Tagged Author, Books, Ferns, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Foliage, Forest. Ghosts, Hamlet, Nature, Ophelia, Reading, Rivers, Shakespeare, Streams, Writer, Writing
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Flannel Likes Your Grandma
Comforters are insecure Blankets hide in between secrets Muffling the truth of the matter Pillows make lewd suggestions To any side of the head That happens to take an interest Sheets are cold at first Until they warm up … Continue reading
