OLWG#174- Pentastich

This piece was written for OLWG# 174

It’s chill up here, but you take warmth from the blanket of stars

It’s dark up here, but you’ll see with the sunrise

It’s bright up here, but you cannot touch the sun

It’s clear up here, but you can smell smoke from the fires

It’s quiet up here, but you can hear the world breathing

The prompts were:

  1. the world breathing
  2. it ain’t gonna be pretty
  3. lust or love

マスミ and ケンタロ


It’s not inexpensive to live in Shimbashi, a bustling business district in the centre of the Minato Ward, not far from Ginza and Toranomon. Kentaro was a punk, but his father was a salaryman at Japan Railways. They lived in a rent controlled apartment 6 minutes’ walk from the Shimbashi Station.

Masumi worked as an office girl at Fujitsu. Every weekday morning she would travel to Shimbashi for work. The last leg of her commute was on the Yamanote line. One particular morning in 1984, she was hurrying through the station, on her way to work. The train had been a few minutes late and her boss; Tanaka-san had a conference call this morning at 0900. She almost didn’t notice that recreant, Kentaro, in the station but when he reached out and slapped her on the ass; she couldn’t help but see him. The look in his dark eyes seared into her memory, but she had no time and chose to ignore the disrespect. She hurried to help Tanaka-san. By the end of the day only Masumi’s pride still stung and she put the incident out of her mind.

She continued her education as well as her work at Fujitsu. She climbed the corporate ladder. Only 10% of women her age held management positions and Masumi was one of them although her income was still well below that of her male peers. Her time with the company combined with her engineering degree and talent ensured her security.

One morning Masumi’s assistant, a young girl named Hide, advised her boss that she had scheduled a short meeting with a fastener salesman named Fusanosuki Kentaro, from Shikoku who happened to be in the capital and wanted to stop by and leave a few catalogues. He had wrangled an appointment through Hide by mentioning that he had grown up in the Shimbashi area. He said that his old mother was ill and if he could make a sales call then his company would pay for his trip. He claimed not to have the money himself and wanted to see his mother one last time before she died. He pleaded with Hide and she hadn’t the heart to turn him away. She had caved.

That afternoon Masumi kept the salesman waiting only a short time. When she and her staff entered the conference room, Kentaro looked up from his laptop computer. Masumi immediately recognized his dark eyes. She felt the impact of his hand again on her buttock. She was angry, she was ashamed, and she instantly determined to make him pay. She smiled at him and pulled a business card from her notebook and offered it to her guest.

I don’t know why, but I went to Japan with this one. The link to the prompt is the photo!

A Roosevelt Dime


A 1994 Roosevelt Dime

Shiny like
The Tin Man from Oz or
A rodeo girl’s buckle and spurs

A 1994 Roosevelt Dime

Ostentatious like
The silver sequined gown that Maryanne wore to the prom, maybe
Anish Kapoor’s Cloud Gate

A 1994 Roosevelt Dime

I’ll keep it in my pocket, and
I’ll go to Berdine’s

Thanks for the prompt, Ms. Rose.

OLWG#172- Micro Poetry to Celebrate our Dystopic Past

This piece was written for OLWG# 172

rocket girls have choices, but rocket boys always become rocket men


it’s as clear as the nose on his face; the boy’s a scrapper – always was


“I don’t wanna do this”
“you’re the one who wanted babies”
“but can’t there be another way?”
“maybe we could steal them”
“OK lets get to it”


The prompts were:

  1. the nose on his face
  2. can’t there be another way?
  3. rocket boys

OLWG#171- Bright, Golden, Warm

This piece was written for OLWG# 171

Step outside, I am clothed in sunlight


Straighten my necktie,
Shoot my cuffs, and smile


Choose the lot at the corner of
East Cesta and Hurricane Street
Glimpse the yellow dome of the capital


Weave through the crowd in the street
Lift two wallets, one from a gentleman’s coat pocket
The other plucked from a Georgia Jay shoulder bag
The prize though is the Rolex


The prompts were:

  1. you can be sincere and still be stupid
  2. sunny place; shady people
  3. not even the poets

OLWG#170- Bouncer

This piece was written for OLWG#170

When Big Jim woke up the room appeared shrouded in fog. His head felt as though it had been filled with molasses, and there were two Victoria’s leaning over him, studying him. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and shook his head, gently, the two Victoria’s merged back into one.

“What the hell happened?” Big Jim groaned. He tried to sit up.

“Stay put,” Victoria advised, “if you try to get up now you’ll fall down again.”

“Who are you? Are you a doctor? What happened?”

“I’m no doctor, and what happened is that I clocked you. You’ve been out for almost ten minutes. Manny called the paramedics and they should be here soon.”

Big Jim started to re-awaken to his surroundings. He recognized the dark wood paneling of ‘The Dizzy Dog’. The Labatt’s sign glowed blue neon in the front window and he could hear the crack of the pool balls from the table at the end of the bar. He could just about see Manny wiping glasses behind the bar.

“But, what happened? Why did you hit me?”

“Cause you’re a drunk, Jimbo. Victoria replied, “When that old Credence song came on the box you kept asking me to dance. You wouldn’t take ‘NO’ for an answer. Then you grabbed my ass, I wasn’t expecting that; especially not from you. I spun around and caught the side of your head with a roundhouse right. I’m not here to dance, Big Jim. I work here.”

“Jeez, Vicky, can you help me up?” he extended his right hand for an assist.

“I’m not going to help you up Jim. Stay down until the ambulance gets here. You were out for a good while. We got liability issues to think about. You get up when the medical professionals say you can get up – not before, and if you call me Vicky one more time I’ll hit you again.”

The prompts were:

  1. give credit.
  2. shrouded in fog
  3. he went that-a-way