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Monthly Archives: September 2013
“Doors”
(Photo copyright: Rich Voza) I stand back and admire my sculptures, Three Doors: Past, Present, Future. Each stands firmly in space; a solitary object, yet part of an integrated whole. I’ve chosen white, the pallor of death, for Past. The … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged doors, future, life, past, present, revolution
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“It’s What You Have In The Back of Your Head”
(Last week, in a comment on my site, Bjorn suggested a villanelle murder story.) A shot in the dark, my accomplice said. We must have a plan, an approach unique. It’s what you find in the back of your head. … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged 'hood, drug dealing, murder story, plan, sheik, villanelle
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“The Bride” (A Ballad)
The new bride stood beside the sea She gazed down at the sand. A virgin clad in white, she held The future in her hand. I fixed my tripod, camera, too. The image was well-planned. A wind-blown beauty facing east … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged bride, doubts, future, gale, photograph, sea, wind
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The Cane-Carrying Gent”
(photo: copyright John Nixon) Before I leave my room each morning, I carefully select the appropriate cane from the umbrella stand next to my door. I collect canes, you see. I carry a staff with a hand-carved dog’s head when … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged canes, gnarled root, O'Leary's Pub, the Ritz, thrift shop, walking sticks
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“An Irreverent Hymn to a Failed Heist” (A Kyrielle)
I press my face against the pane As I repeat “Hands Up” again. I speak, she does not understand. The pretty girl extends her hand. I press my body to the car. Her exit through the door I bar. The … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged failed heist, gun, pretty girl, robbery, scheme
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“The Torch-Holding Lady”
(Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields) Sails, motors and fishing boats move aside as I slowly maneuver my Egg Harbor 50 into a spot in front of the Statue of Liberty. I idle for a moment, then rev my two 1000HP … Continue reading
“Ballad of San Jose Nacahuil, Guatemala” (A Tritina)
My town sits on a single-lane dirt road. A black car roars up to my cantina. The bandits inside are thirsty for blood. First shot to my arm brings first sign of blood. Bodies of townsfolk fast fall to the … Continue reading
Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction, Short Story
Tagged bandits, blood, cantina, Guatemala, indigenous town, massacre, road, San Jose Nacahuil
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“For Mah Jongg Players Only”
(Photo Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields) My Mah Jongg tiles are racked. It’s the third round of the Charleston and I’ve got a great hand going. Sadie pushes three tiles at me. I don’t look at them. Instead, I pick one, … Continue reading
“I Wave Farewell To My Friends” (A Riddle)
The wind breathes life into me. The sea nourishes my growth. Sandy shores break my spirit. The tide carries me back home. (Written for dVersepoets. FormForAll: The Three Riddles of the Sphinx. September 05, 2013.)
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