Monthly Archives: March 2013

Sammy, the Gat: “The Cheesy Burgheress Does A 180.”

Posted on March 30, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) (Glossary at end.) My headlights open/close as I slow-boat it back to with-it-land. Hagface is helicopterin’ over me, pitchin’ a top-sergeant command to rise and shine. I teeter-totter on my 45-degree arm joint … Continue reading →

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“I Am Prepared”

Posted on March 27, 2013 by vb guenther

There is a lull in the storm. The air is still. Trees recently bent To the ground Stand tall again Their leaves intact. I am prepared. Canned food In the cupboard. Bottles of water On the sink. Kerosene lamps Atop … Continue reading →

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“A One-Sided Chat With My Dentist”

Posted on March 26, 2013 by vb guenther

So good of you to see me, Dr. Jones. Of course, sit down; long day, please rest your bones. You’ve seen my x-rays, what’s your prognosis? Not too close, doc, you have halitosis. Root canals, bridge, caps and restoration. Twenty … Continue reading →

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“Tea with Andrew Jackson on the Eve of the 1828 Presidential Election”

Posted on March 24, 2013 by vb guenther

(Written for a dVersePoets prompt to imagine a conversation with a famous person.) It’s very kind of you, General Jackson To ask me to tea. The memories the Hermitage must hold. Please share some with me. Rachel, of course, your … Continue reading →

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“The Porcelain Vase”

Posted on March 22, 2013 by vb guenther

A vase Of pure white porcelain Stands tall And proud On the fireplace mantle. Jagged edges Set off Skin so thin It might shatter Under pressure From firm fingertips. The chiseled face Of a Native American Emerges from Yet remains … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “Dobbin Bobs His Noggin”

Posted on March 20, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) (Glossary at end.) I catch a flash of a Bessie Bossie blackjack and tuck my conk into my armpit as the tortoise in the Michael Kors sparklies connects behind my left cauliflower. I … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “The Heinz 57 Man”

Posted on March 17, 2013 by vb guenther

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) Glossary at end. Now I’m an ace five-notches hit man, and Johnnie Pickles, a two-bit like-kind, has me in his view finder. I got no druthers. I gotta go after him. I two-step … Continue reading →

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“The Loyal Devotee”

Posted on March 13, 2013 by vb guenther

You would think That anyone Smart enough To build a bomb In his basement Would be smart enough To avoid Chatter On a jihadist Website. Not my son. And not his friend. Police officers Came to my house. They searched … Continue reading →

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“The Institution”

Posted on March 7, 2013 by vb guenther

I’m lying on a gurney in the entrance hall of the institution. My arms are strapped to my sides, my legs immobilized in stirrups and my head, stabilized by padded clamps. I cannot move my body but am relieved to … Continue reading →

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Sammy, the Gat: “The Scarecrow Caws”

Posted on March 6, 2013 by vb guenther

Click here to read The Institution, a second story inspired by Jennifer Pendergast’s photo. (Sammy, the Gat, glossary at end.) The scarecrow caws as I wing it through the roundabout and take off for Windsor World. Bobble-tops twist and twirl … Continue reading →

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