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Monthly Archives: April 2013
“We Must Not Legitimatize Her Words”
Why do we allow this woman such press? Why is her picture ingrained in our brains? Why do we watch as she flails with cold hands? Why do we stay as she cries against us? Why do we let her … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged bombing, mother, murder, sons, terrorist, Tsarnaev brothers, victims, Zubeidat Tsarnaev
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Sammy, the Gat: “The Floatin’ Deadline Just Dropped Anchor”
(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) Now I got me a new challenge. The book’s been closed on Lefty Louie and Belinda B is stateside. Who’s gonna gimme the dirt on the target? Mystery solved. There is one geeee-orgeous … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged anchor, Casablanca, marilyn monroe, motorcycle, Sammy the Gat, spacecycle
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“Old Age”
I find my grandfather sitting in the library. His hair is thin now, and rumpled like the unmatched jacket, tie and trousers he wears each day. His leather-bound classics and signed first editions carefully arranged on golden oak shelves have … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged books, grandfather, library, nursing home, old age
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Sammy, the Gat: “I Hunt-and-Peck The Overland”.
(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) (Glossary at end.) I double-dutch the Feddie/Maffie Evel Knievels before I snuggle up to the Air Maroc check-in. A storm cloud of ciggie smoke circles a duck-bill-nosed dude soft-shoein’ it outta the powder … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged Air Maroc, Bing Crosby, Bob Hope, camel, Casablance, Dorothy Lamar, Evel Knievel, London, tin lizzie
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“Boston Marathon Massacre”
try to imagine the thoughts of the two bombers you can? I cannot. (Written for dVersePoets, Meeting the Bar: The Unfathonable, April 18, 2013.)
Posted in Flash Fiction, Haiku, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged bombers, Boston Marathon, justification, motivation, terrorists, thoughts
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Sammy, the Gat: “I Noodle The Notion Of Motorin’ To Morocco”
(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) (Glossary at end.) I got me a prob. As I exit 23 Hasting, I see the borrowed bebopper’s jalop cruisin’ past me on a city-owned flatbed. Now I only got two big-hands ’til … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged airport, Feds, Mafia, Morocco, motorcycle, Sammy the Gat
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“Books”
Today the Americans Are giving us books. Books in our language Books so we can teach More than what the Taliban Wants us to teach. There is to be a ceremony Celebrating the gift To my school. The governor will … Continue reading
Posted in Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction
Tagged Americans, books, death, explosion, fire, gift, governor, suicide bomber, Taliban, Zabul
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Sammy, the Gat: “I Bunny Hop It Over Shifty Sally’s Coolin’ Bod”
(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) I bunny hop it over Shifty Sally’s coolin’ bod and skip-step downstairs to an open door. I stick my brain container into the 9’ x 12’ and give it the 90-degree. There’s a … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged airplane ticket, Belinda, Casablanca, Sammy the Gat, Shifty Sally, Top-floor Tillie, tree
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“Climbing the Ladder”
Your purple dress is very chic Your orange shoes they do not squeak Your hair it hangs straight down. A necklace of fake di-a-monds And gold-plate bracelets which weigh tons You’re dressed to wow the town. The do is casual … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged bling, dress, finesse, party, social climbing
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