Monthly Archives: September 2013

“The Chap In The Hat”

Posted on September 29, 2013 by vb guenther

    To fly on the tail of a beastly gale is the dream of some. I prefer the gift of a gentle drift and a soothing hum. The wind in my face and loving embrace of my bestest chum. … Continue reading →

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“Doors”

Posted on September 26, 2013 by vb guenther

(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 →

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“It’s What You Have In The Back of Your Head”

Posted on September 24, 2013 by vb guenther

(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 →

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“The Bride” (A Ballad)

Posted on September 19, 2013 by vb guenther

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 →

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The Cane-Carrying Gent”

Posted on September 18, 2013 by vb guenther

(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 →

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“An Irreverent Hymn to a Failed Heist” (A Kyrielle)

Posted on September 17, 2013 by vb guenther

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 →

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“The Torch-Holding Lady”

Posted on September 11, 2013 by vb guenther

(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 →

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“Ballad of San Jose Nacahuil, Guatemala” (A Tritina)

Posted on September 10, 2013 by vb guenther

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 →

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“For Mah Jongg Players Only”

Posted on September 7, 2013 by vb guenther

(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 →

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“I Wave Farewell To My Friends” (A Riddle)

Posted on September 5, 2013 by vb guenther

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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