Monthly Archives: July 2016

6 Word Short Story: Insomnia

Sometimes, sleep is a 4-letter word.


Another Hand

Another hand,
Laying down its weight,
Adding a stack
To the too-full plate.
Another task,
Small and yet bold,
Ignoring the max
That the table can hold.


The Office

Tac tic fingers click
Apart together apart
A chorus but not


A Trivial Pursuit

SUBCONSCIOUS MIND: “Silence is rest the. Thee follow I-”

CONSCIOUS MIND: -What the…? You ok?

SM: “I have not been well. I am confused by shadows.”

CM: Hamlet backwards… and is that from Man of la Mancha?

SM: “It is possible I knew you once. I do not remember.”

CM: You can stop now. I’m-

SM: “-a lumberjack, and I’m ok-”

CM: NO!

SM: “No, no, no – no. I’m Jane.”

CM: No more quoting! I mean it!

SM: “Anybody want a peanut?”

CM: “Aaaah!”


A Poet’s Tragedy

Not tetrameter?
A simple counting error:
Syllables gone wild


They Called It a Flame

They called it a flame.
I saw only darkness,
A cold, blackened void
No oxygen, tinder, or spark
Still, they told me to guard it,
To feed it. To nurture
That imagined thing in the dark.
That warm, fiery glow
In a night left unlit,
That flicker unseen
In a place without wind.
Heat unfelt, unobtainable
Insubstantial, unreal:
How can you protect
What you can’t even feel?


Already Fading

Consuming
Like a feeling so strong
The world fades

Compulsion
A hook caught in flesh until
Resistance is painful

Exhausting
As years of experiences are
Drawn through you

Escape
All the thrills and excitement of living
Separate from personal cares

Fleeting
Taking a moment, hours, forever:
Over too soon.


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