Seven pairs of eyes

The evil queen, certain the dwarves were away, mining on the other side of the mountain, passed the towering woodpile on her way to the door. Seven pairs of eyes watched from behind the logs, flummoxed that she would be so brazen. Photography by Kristine Wayman This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:… Continue reading Seven pairs of eyes

Rise, or: Fall

A Quadrille in the form of an 'Atom poem' we say whom you marry that's crucial for us so she was told daily it was weighty guilt royal lineage proud crown much too heavy but he a common bloke he her beloved swain he not allowed to her so she forsook it all Atom poem?… Continue reading Rise, or: Fall

Lost, or: Found

A Byr a Thoddaid Consumed she his whole imagination... temptation, deep within. He'd turn, but would find no one there... Where'd she gone to, his lady fair? Never once did he doubt her existence ~ Sultry dances; firm legs... Friends and family were concerned ~ He came all company to spurn. He was soon beyond… Continue reading Lost, or: Found

On words, or: Upwards

My 1st quadruple etheree From the day he pulled him- self up by the bars of his crib, he could never be held down. Scampering up tree trunks, scal- ing walls... His mother lived in con- stant terror, quaking whenever the phone rang. Then, one fateful day, he set his sights upon the peak of… Continue reading On words, or: Upwards

Baked, or: Wry humor

Free verse, free verse, getcher free verse! Tomorrow it'll cost ye! Straight outta the oven! Yes, Ma'am! 'ere ye go, Ma'am! Oh, yes, Sir! We've been in the guild fer fi... no... make it six generations in consonance with our family's standards... Th-the vow, Sir? O-of course, Sir, b-by 'eart, Sir! I do solemnly vow,… Continue reading Baked, or: Wry humor

Tell me, or: Take me

An abhanga EPIGRAPH: The most powerful words in English are 'Tell me a story,' words that are intimately related to the complexity of history, the origins of language, the continuity of the species, the taproot of our humanity, our singularity, and art itself. -Pat Conroy (1945 โ€“ 2016) Please ~ tell me your story of… Continue reading Tell me, or: Take me