Author Archives: vb guenther

“Distrust”

The street crowd clapped their hands and stomped their feet as a man in a gray hoodie threw a jab a right cross an uppercut a hook at a non-existent opponent. A passing patrolman judged the man and the crowd … Continue reading

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“Frozen Dreams”

The wild winds of January spiraled o’er the gray bay stole its mist, its frigid waters absorbed its basest core. The wintery gusts iced purloined beads exhaled on sailing ships left sleet in cracks and crevices of cobblestones and bricks. … Continue reading

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“Let There Be Light….”

Heat. Firebolt hot. Heat. Light. Thunderstroke bright. Light. Crackle. Sizzle. Pop. Dark. Octopi ink. Dark. Bang. Curtain dropped. Bang. Death. Ancient father covered eyes. Heroic mother pried them open. Sky sequins sparkled. Shadows sheltered. Solitary sentinels saw. Death. Day breaks. … Continue reading

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“The Catharsis of Song”

I start to hum. A black tale of love found and love lost. Slow. Like a funeral dirge. The inmates in adjacent cells join in. Voices up and down the line add words and volume to the monotonous murmur. Guards … Continue reading

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“Too Late?”

Cutthroat men are slashing bitter boys are smashing their way through the city. Victims of their hatred mortals, objects sacred destroyed without pity. Is faith validation for human damnation and slaughter of the past? Is fostered cruelty behind brutality and … Continue reading

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“My Name is Bob”

(I’m not very good at writing about myself, so I thought I’d tell the story of Bob and why Bob is Bob.) I am from the middle. I’ve always been in the middle. Like my name Bob. B on each end … Continue reading

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“An Alliterative Absurdity”

The radiant rays of a reticent sun resolutely remain reclused behind a resplendent rose-colored cloud. They refuse to reappear as requested by the resounding roar of ritualistic revivalists who seek to recruit the reluctant rural residents with their reinvigorated regimen … Continue reading

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“The Magic of Mother Carey’s Chickens”

I stand on the bow of the ship. The wind cleanses my face but the rain does not dilute the pain in my heart. A minor storm on the weather chart it rages as a major assault on the nucleus … Continue reading

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“I Can’t Think….”

I can’t think about the sixteen teenagers who are but a half-generation younger than I. I can’t think about the pretty young woman I’d like to ask to tea. I can’t think about the Siegfried singers I heard perform so … Continue reading

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“The Beauty of a Big-Boned Woman”

She is called Mary Elizabeth a name that conjures dainty little ladies with white socks and black patent leather shoes. My Mary Elizabeth is tall a big-boned woman. She has a head shaped like the globe of the world and … Continue reading

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