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Monthly Archives: August 2012
“Memory”
I gaze at the clouds Rolling over me Like giant breakers In a turbulent sea. I shudder As I fear the waters Of the oceans Of the rivers Of the sky. My skin crawls at the memory Of thunderheads Bearing … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction
Tagged clouds, death, loss, memory, sea, ship, storm, thunderheads, turbulent, vision, waves
17 Comments
“The Makeup Artist”
I work to restore the beauty Of the time-worn woman In front of me. I begin with a translucent moisturizer And follow with a soft rose blush To highlight her cheekbones. I gently smooth On light-blue eye shadow; Draw a … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
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“Progress”
I sit on a ledge On the edge of a slope And stare at the land Which falls away from me. Trees, brush and grasses Disappear beneath The mist that rises From the river below. I cannot see the trailers … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Uncategorized
Tagged environment, Friday Fictioneers, Madison Woods, Maggie Duncan, pipeline, progress, river, valley
33 Comments
“A Slanderous Campaign”
Having just read Thomas Fitzgerald’s article on the slanderous current political race (“A sound-bite feast”), it seems timely to post this fictionalized interchange from my book, Reverberation, The Novel. This impromptu rally could easily have occurred during the 1828 presidential campaign … Continue reading
“Survivors”
I was a teenaged boy When I placed The strange skull In the crook of the tree. It was an unblemished specimen Stripped clean by nature Its bone and horn Survivors of the elements. I envisioned my prize Above my … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged battered, bone, childhood memories, horn, infrastructure, peace, skull, teenaged, tree, war
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“A Life Story”
A shell, its two halves Still joined, Lies open on the sand Barely covered by The shallow waters Of the lagoon. A single raindrop Pierces the sea And lands on one half Of the shell. Blessed with new life, It … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction
Tagged backwater, common bond, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, individuality, lagoon, life story, Madison Woods, poetry, sea, shells, short story
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“The Hitchhiker”
Lo, I have traveled far into space Three hundred, fifty-two million miles. Endured eight and one-half months of trials To perpetuate the human race. The rover named Curiosity Has been a useful incubator. Its wheel has kept me safe and … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction
Tagged Curiosity, DNA, Earth, Faye Flam, Hitchhiker, Mars, planet, Rover, space exploration
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“Dear Diary: Waiting”
Tuscany, August 3. I fear for my sanity. I have come to the vineyard To escape my demons. But they are here. Hiding. Waiting to reveal themselves. My golden-haired beauty Lies under a tangle of vines Waiting for me To … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Haiku, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction
Tagged delusion, Friday Fictioneers, grapevine, Italy, love, madison-woods.com, madness, paranormal, wine fields
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