Monthly Archives: May 2016

Family

Familiar faces
All gathered around,
Making laughter, songs, and tears
Into memories that will
Last the rest of our
Years.


Fog

A dense, heavy cloud
Consuming both earth and sky
In a haze of gray


I Had a Mind Once – I Think

I had a mind once – I think
It’s hard to remember right now
And then there’s the fact
That I’ve never seen it,
Just used it (or pretended somehow).


An Old Friend

A door to a world,
Both thrilling and comforting,
Through weathered pages


6 Word Short Story: One Little Word, A World of Difference

Til death do us part again.


Tiny Flutists

The tiny flutists
Gather and play clashing tunes
Outside my window.


Two Clowns

RORY: It’s great! It’s like deep, you know! But funny too!

TIM: Yeah, sure.

RORY: No, really! It’s about mor…mori… morality!

TIM: Mortality.

RORY: Yeah! And about how it makes us equal. Like we’re the same as kings and stuff!

TIM: Try telling the boss we’re equal when he sees how slow you’re going.

RORY: Oh, c’mon, Tim. I wanted to see what it was like back then!

TIM: Then, put some back into it. Do you think a real one would’ve gotten to lollygag and chatter like that?

RORY: But in the play-

TIM: -Exactly. The play. Do me a favor and remember that. A play set at least 500 years ago. When people were buried on top of each other. Didn’t you say he had to dig people up to bury someone new?

RORY: Yeah, but-

TIM: -And when they didn’t have machines. Do you think that clown would’ve been using a shovel if he had a digger like this one?

RORY: No. But-

TIM: -But nothing. Now, stop fooling around and get this dug. Unless you want to tell Mr. Cotter’s family his interment is canceled because you were making a house to last ’til doomsday.

RORY: Oh. Sorry, Tim. I just really- wait. You did read it!


En Pointe

Shining satin shoes
Lift, sweep, and spin through the light
And into darkness


Honor

Harm none
Or, at the very least,
Never harm those weaker
Or more vulnerable.
Rather, protect them.


A 6 Word Short Story Poem Experiment: The Party

So this started with the idea that each line of a poem be a different 6 word short story. It may be more interesting as a concept than as a poem although the disjointed nature caused by the lack of transitions between the stories gives an interesting impression of the character (IMHO).

Another average day at home cleaning
Invitations: the bane of my existence
I’d rather talk to people online
My best friend is my dog
Mom, I do have real friends
Fine. I’ll go to the party.
There are too many people here!
Yes, of course I’m having fun!
Please, may I go home now?