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Monthly Archives: October 2012
Sammy the Gat: “Oozin’ Liquid Rubies”
(Follow-up to “The Hot Bod with The Hot Rod“) Ka-boom! I do a 360, then double-check the old spectacles, testicles, watch and wallet bit along with my gut, chest and noggin. There’s blood on my mitt and a nick on … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged Belinda Beauvais, dick, fortune teller, gumshoe, liquid rubies, P.I., quizzer, roscoe, Sammy the Gat, seer, Ted Strutz, the carney, The Carny, undercover jane
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“A Monument to Memory”
The winds roil the waters And sweep the land As they mix the sands Of ocean and bay And force them to batter The classic old house on the beach. Hundred-year survivor Of nature’s vengeance This island refuge Has sheltered … Continue reading
“The Hot Bod With The Hot Rod”
I stand by the window in the Toot Sweet deli and watch this totally stacked dame swing it across the street. I exit that dump just as some jumbo joe jockeys into position to catch him an eyeful of the bodacious … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged bodacious, dame, double-cross, gat, heat, hit man, jumbo joe
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“It’s Time”
The house A split-level At the end of a cul-de-sac. The woman Raven-haired (Dyed) Dark-eyed (Mascara) In gypsy skirt And low-cut shirt. We sit In a room Blackened By closed blinds. We wait. She has called The spirits To tell … Continue reading
“The Ultimate Insult”
Dear Diary, Longest week of my life. Housed in a bus station that looks like a phony façade in a cheap spaghetti western. Sleeping in bunk beds (men on one side; women, across the aisle). Eating from cans (had it … Continue reading
“The Wife and Mother”
Today Is the day. I choose my dress with care. Designer linen shirt. Pencil-thin skirt. Stiletto heels. Hair. My hand shakes As I let loose my curls And arrange them To frame my face. I am shamed When I look … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged attack, burka, elevator, family, fate, fear, glory, Persian tiles, plane, preordained destiny, suicide, terrorism
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“Island Alleyway”
I enter the alleyway With its aged Whitewashed walls And backsides of Air conditioners Which have replaced The graceful water jugs That cooled Mediterranean man Of old. The sun crosses Into midafternoon And casts Its shadow Highlighting The image Of … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged alleyway, fear, imagined fear. Mediterranean, Santorini
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“Love Poems”
A bell tinkled the arrival Of the pretty young woman As she entered The old shop. She inhaled the musty air Smelled the pungent aroma Found only In the tucked-away cubbies Which harbor The discarded words and pictures Of the … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged bookstores, great-grandparents, love poems, missed opportunity, Shelley
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“postcard from hell”
i held the postcard with the picture of the tidy kitchen in my hand and refused to face the reality of the message on the reverse instead i wallowed in memories which jangled nerves long frayed by solitude of separation … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged broken marriage, kitchen, lost love, memories, post card, postcard
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“Looking At People Looking At Art”
An early Picasso A Cubist work Hangs on the wall Of a large museum. A young boy Tilts his head As he stares At the treasure. I see fingers He shouts. Letters His brother mutters. M-A. J-O-L-I-E A friend reads. … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged "Ma Jolie", Cubism, museum, museum visitors, Picasso, Woman witth A Guitar
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