Tag: ShortStory
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Brand-New Day
Brand-New Day parakeet sings alongin staccato counterpointto the indigenous flute songdeep in the laurel-canyon Chihuahua races alongthe chain-link fence barkingfinding every sound andmovement beyond disturbing arrows launched atbreeze-swaying targetclose, but no cigars and fatiguedshoulders need a rest Midnight slinks over theouter wall puddling in hiddencorners out of sight, in shadeunder the Oleander, safe aroma of…
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Magician’s Quest
A little stream of consciousness… Magician’s Quest wish upon a star forthe din of wolves frolicking for lost mysteries and dragons with cold steel held captiveby even colder magic, tied tothe crimson mists of ravensong with the blazing backdrop of the unquenchable sunwith smoldering energy reigning for the wolves, for the thronesto hunt for the…
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The Highwayman
The Highwaymanby Loreena Mckennitt The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty treesThe moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seasThe road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moonA highwayman came ridingRiding, ridingA highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door He’d a french cocked hat on his forehead,…
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Misperceptions
Misperceptions A cut-up painted maskNothing more, nothing less Imagined significance Nothing more, nothing less Perceived as normalNothing more, nothing less Misperception abounds Nothing more, nothing less Just a cut-up painted maskNothing more, nothing less –LE 1/21/24
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Only Human
Only Human vaunted humansmerely a strain of primates with opposable thumbsand the ability to thinkabout the future, andthinking thinking about thinkingover-thinking? thinking based on perceptionsas is all thinking, butnone possible without senses and perceptions of pastevents and future expectationsbased on them but all perceptions capable oferror and missing the reality or ‘truth’ of any and…
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Winter Haiku
Written during my years in nothern Ohio Winter Haiku Windswept blades of grass,velcro for decaying leaves —crows hunt for treasure Now warm from walking,‘cept for my frostbitten ears —deep earth-tones and gray. Wet snow all around,parking lot puddles soak shoes —tracking salt inside. Sliding down the road,anti-lock brakes staccato —black ice beckoning. Slamming the car…
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A Confluence of Idiots
This is about 8 years old. Driver’s rage?… Hmm… A Confluence of Idiots A true parody, self righteous, self absorbed,in crowded parking lots both here and abroad,trolling the spaces closest the door,wasting my precious time, and yours. Potential spot sighted… must stop the flow,must have this one, no other will do,creates a bottleneck so no…
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Down Into Mexico
Down Into Mexicoby Delbert McClinton There was a casino out in VegasHad a million dollars on the wallGot my imagination workin’ overtimeI knew I had to have it allI knew I had to have it all Sherrie was a dancer, she was a schemerWe came up with a fool-proof planShe was workin’ it from the…
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Youth – A Distant Memory
Originally posted a year ago… Youth – A Distant Memory When very youngGot lost and coldSpanked for runningOut in the roadEscaped fromRope-tied pantsBy taking them off Lived by the radioThe Shadow KnowsSciFi movies andThen TV black and whiteThen came color 78’s became 45’s and 33’s,Went from HiFi to StereoThen 8 track and cassetteThen MP3’s Dog…
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Return of the Snow
This one is about 10 years old… Return of the Snow snow is comingin flurries and squallsin storms and gently fallingclouds of snow-dust swirls, where each flake, an ice crystal,glimmers in moonshine,and under street lights,headlights, and lighted windows, casting long shadows,creates snowscapes — alien,breathtaking, mysteriouslystark, yet somehow warm, a home gently shroudedin glistening shades ofwhite,…
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