Oy vey, or: Hoyden

A limerick I resolved to parent the child my girl is, But I often sigh, thinking: "Gee Whiz..." Cuz when her peers clear the street, And boys flee in retreat, I see the neighbors smirk, "Yep, that kid's his!" d'Verse poetics: Resolving to Resolve At d'Verse, poets were prompted to weave a piece of advice… Continue reading Oy vey, or: Hoyden

Birthday, or: Surprise!

A Shadorma birthday start(!); dimmed lights enshroud all... astonish! overjoyed, tribe honors dear matriarch; merriments ensue! Twiglets #310 dimmed lights Tanka Tuesday This shadorma is written for today's #TankaTuesday prompt, which is to incorporate three of these randomly generated words in a syllabic form: I employed the following three words: 1) 'birthday', 2) 'astonish', 3)… Continue reading Birthday, or: Surprise!

A burst of defiance

Photo credit: Soap&Skin Sighing, Conley descended the exotic staircase to verify the prodigious piano instructor's frantic account. Lucille made her apathy towards the drudgery of her lessons known at every opportunity… and wasn't above climbing atop her instrument in a burst of defiance. This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday… Continue reading A burst of defiance

Unsealed by candlelight

Professor Roonwardl was kind and boyishly handsome but much too loquacious for his own good, smirked Elspeth to herself. Having gotten the answer she'd wanted, the young wizard separated herself from the flock of girls surrounding their new instructor and hurried toward the library. According to Roonwardl's description, the Book of Two was, as she'd… Continue reading Unsealed by candlelight

Card shark, or: Writer

See the typing of the writer, I think he's angry at the lighter. Once, her flame burned ever brighter, But now she will not spark. 'Twas during that game of poker, Feeling his card plays mediocre, That he threw and, sadly, broke her (And missed intended mark). He remembers her rebounding And raucous mocking jeers… Continue reading Card shark, or: Writer

Un ange hypnotique

"Oui, I know it's a documentary, Mathéo, but why does the dialogue have to be so stodgy? Everything about this script c'est tout simplement horrible... and pour l'amour de Dieu - these visuals are a blur! C'est atroce! "Joëlle, vite! Mon Dieu! Go tell that cameraman to get a take of Mr. Pradeau without those… Continue reading Un ange hypnotique

The cloudy ripples

Smiling toothlessly, the ancient guru stared at Govindaram. "Preposterous, boy? Preposterous?" Standing in the master's hut under his low, wooden roof, the lad felt dubious. He watched the ancient's left hand plop an ivory needle into the bowl and let it sink. Finally, curious, he peered into the vessel. Startled, Govindaram stared at the moon… Continue reading The cloudy ripples

A real experienced broad

The private eye nodded knowingly. "Yep, Mildred's a real experienced broad, pal. Real, real sharp. Always ahead of whatever's new in the game. Back when all the rest of the girls were getting into a tizzy about the advent of instant messaging services, she saw their potential clear as day… She's always understood the fundamentals…… Continue reading A real experienced broad