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Monthly Archives: January 2013
“…was her child”
This is a ghazal (sixth century Arabic poem) suggested by Samuel Peralta. The rules for this form are on the dVersePoets site (see link at end of poem). Accomplished student, athlete, was her child. Beloved by the gentry, was her … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, ghazal, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction
Tagged ghazal, murder victim, young woman
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“The Sculpture”
I like walking alone in the city. I am able to stop on a whim, peer in store windows, inhale odors of exotic, ethnic foods, surreptitiously people watch during my stroll. It’s a beautiful, early February afternoon and I’m wandering … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged art gallery, artist, love, sculpture, self-portrait, the city, walking in city
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Sammy, the Gat: “I Stick With The Goon Cocoon”
(Glossary at end.) I fold it over as I mix it up with the four-orbs, baldies and swing-and-swayin’ short skirts. I keep my puss low as I catch a flash of the Chi guy and his hag bag scopin’ the … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged Chi guy, coattail, four-orbs, goon cocoon, hag bag, hairy feline felon, in/out, red-face, red-light it, sock box, string thing, two-eye, violin case
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“1828-1829: Changing Times”
A little more than forty years after the signing of the Constitution of the United States, the country’s economy is primarily agrarian, however, industrialization is taking root in the cities. Westward expansion is stimulating the development of a national infrastructure and … Continue reading
Posted in historical
Tagged 1828, 1829, abolition, abolition of slavery, Andrew Jackson, Calvinism, evangelical protestantism, Free Blacks, immigrants, itinerant preachers, John Quincy Adams, philosophical shift 19th, politics, socialist tenet shared property, suffragist movement, utopian commnties, westward expansion
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“Change”
I stand at the end of a weathered boardwalk and stare straight ahead at the beach. I remember it as it was in my youth: an endless stretch of pristine white sand, interrupted only by a faraway dune and a … Continue reading
“La Nuit”
La nuit est en feu Avec des etoiles De l’amour. The night is on fire With stars Of love. (Rusty French.) (Dverse poets, Poetics: Foreign Tongues, January 19,2013.)
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged fire, l'amour, la nuit, le feu, les etoiles, love, stars, the night
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“The Knock”
We sleep in our street clothes My wife and I Always knowing The knock Like the one I hear On the front door Must come. Everything is packed Save the Menorah And my father’s Photograph. The marking crayons Lay next … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged escape, Menorah, Nazi Germany, SS officer, Star of David
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Sammy, the Gat: “I Got Me A Skin-Splitter On My Tooth Liner”
(Glossary at end.) Joe. I smell high-octane battery acid. Cuppa, cuppa, cuppa. As I come outta the creep sleep that angel-winged me from there to here, I’m head-scopin’ a pic of a stained-glass panel with steamin’ coffee cup and an … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story, Uncategorized
Tagged blackmail, Chicago, coffee, FBI, investigation, Sammy the Gat, sleeping pills
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Sammy, the Gat: “My Dough Loaf Gets A Poke”
(Glossary at end.) The slicked-backs go first class while I got me an aisle cushion for an in-a-flash vanishing act. I check and I’m bundled next to a little ol’ gray-hair in Michael Kors studded high tops. No spook or … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story, Uncategorized
Tagged aisle cushion, clawholder, dough loaf, dream maker, gray matter, gray-hair, hood from Chi, in-a-flash vanishing act, la-la land, Michael Kors, purrbox, slicked-backs, snoozers, studded high tops, wrinkly
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