My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, I posted a series of musettes. For some reason, I was in a storytelling mood when I wrote this series, and the musettes turned into short fiction pieces... even though they certainly don't have to be.… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 34
A musette The deer is in her sights quite clear Loud noise the still silence destroys Buck falls Pa hears his girl's proud calls
A musette "Happy birthday!" She felt sappy. "Guess you can go get that tattoo! But... Tom? I'll always be your mom."
A musette Let me see her she said weakly Nurse, nurse, why do you stand lips pursed? Wet eyes and silence, but no cries
A musette Red car parked on side street not far Loud creaks synced with his wife's pleased shrieks Cocked gun if not he, then... no one
A musette Her toes pushing away her clothes Needed that fix; please! she pleaded Muses benumbed by wine bruises
My 2nd musette Elbows on the counter soiled clothes Leaning into wine for meaning She'd died bearing a child his bride
My 1st musette Sometimes integrity fights rhymes Always good verse hard truths betrays Never shall doubt my pen deter