OLWG · writing

OLWG# 214- Rosalee Acuff

Written for OLWG# 214



The night I married Rosalee Acuff,
the moon shone a bloodshot red, so
the gipsy woman told us to go
or give it all up.

We had a short window.
We were young
We were impulsive
We were useless

The night I married Rosalee Acuff,
we were up till almost midnight fuckin’ around and drinking.
We wrote a list consisting
exclusively of pros and cons.

We had a short window.
We were young
We were impulsive
We were useless

The night I married Rosalee Acuff,
I convinced her that we should find
an Elvis impersonator to bind
us together – till death do us part.

We had a short window.
We were young
We were impulsive
We were useless

The night I married Rosalee Acuff,
We had a short window
We were young
We were impulsive



This week’s prompts were:

  1. bloodshot moon
  2. I should go
  3. chip away

Poetry · writing

Triangle- A Poetic Text

Write the Story


Alex was a pickpocket,

a thief. He was a keeper of time,

husband to Mathilde

(who was kind, green-eyed, and fair).

Alex and Kirsten met at a neighbourhood barbeque

in the suburbs north and east of Odessa.

Kirsten was a coquette who quickly became his paramour.

 

They would sneak away for time together

She always carried a phone

to stay in touch with her mother.

He always kept a watch, a stolen timepiece that controlled time

ensuring that it ran linearly.

Until it no longer did.

                  

One summer afternoon, Alex and Kirsten arranged a tryst

in a citrus grove near the river’s edge. In his haste,

he dropped his pocket watch. It fell from his waistcoat, landed on the river bank.

The clock disappeared, quickly covered in white sand

due to the lovers frantic coupling.

 

No one noticed for a time. Till the movement on Alex’ watch slowed and stopped,

 time went awry; time ran backwards, time ran in loops, time ran in circles.

Caught herself; in a vicious, repetitious loop Mathilde, eventually spied her

husband and his consort passionately engaged.

 

Kind, unassuming Mathilde – killed them both, shoved them into the current.

She tossed the phone after them and picked the watch up from the sand.

She fastened it around her neck. Like a locket.  

 

When she wound the mainspring, time eventually settled back down.

To again become linear, smooth, predictable, unavoidable.

 

Mathilde was a widow. She was the keeper of time.



Write the Story! March 2021 Prompt
OLWG · writing

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

Carrot Ranch · writing

Planning a Poem

I wrote this for the May 16th Flash Fiction Challenge



The hour is early – predawn.

The clouds – vanished,

the storm – over,

the moon – full.

I shiver by the back window, listening to some nameless chanteuse croon and confess from the confines of the FM dial.

Warming my hands on a cup of tea, I watch the last two leafs in the tree.

They dance in the moonlight. Embracing, spinning, reaching – enjoying one another.

Caressing like lovers until one falls away; surrendering to the pressure of the wind and the weight of the clinging raindrops.

The fallen leaf touches down. I pore over archaic words and phrases, planning a poem.


The prompt:  In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that goes in search of trees. It can be one particular tree, a grove, woods, or forest. What makes the tree worth seeking? Go where the prompt leads!

OLWG · writing

OLWG#83- Short Form Poetry

Micropoetry written for OLWG#83



Drowning In Words
American Sentence

If I had the courage I’d do it; tie weights to my ankles – jump in.

 

Regrets
Haiku

If I had enough
time.  If I had the patience
If only I had…

 

Recriminations
Shadorma

She waited.
Sitting by the phone.
No books or
radio.
Patient. When the phone trilled, she
listened to it ring.


This week’s prompts were:

  1. if I had enough
  2. drowning in words
  3. the phone trilled

Carrot Ranch · Poetry · writing

Acrostic Bottleneck

Written for the August 30th Flash Fiction Challenge



Beneath the quiet, dormant wheels
Of this sharp, sleek, motionless luxury automobile
The motorway lies still, inert and unmoving despite my serious objections. Roll up the windows then,
The heat is relentless and the malodourous exhaust fumes of a thousand cars
Lingers and mingles languidly with the
Ether that surrounds us.
Needless to say, we should take the next available
Exit, we should find a relaxing spot to picnic; or a back road we might use as an alternative – a means to
Circumnavigate this bottleneck, else we won’t be home before
Kwanzaa, and it’s not yet Guy Fawkes Night.


The prompt and instructions were:

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a bottleneck. You can be literal or use the term to describe congestion. Go where the prompt leads.

OLWG · writing

OLWG#65- More of The Micro-Poetry That I Love So Much

Practice makes Perfect

Written for OLWG#65



You never know who your friends are until you need someone to lean on.
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If she squinted, just so, she could see the truth, see the gleam in his eye.
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My editors suggest killing off underdeveloped characters.


This week’s prompts were:

  1. you never know who your friends are
  2. if she squinted, just so,
  3. the underdeveloped characters

 

 

Poetry · writing

One of my Haiku at Vita Brevis

Vita Brevis recently hosted a poetry competition. It was a lot of fun, it was very well attended, and there was an abundance of great submissions. I am honoured to have been selected as the winner.

Brian Geiger, the founder and Editor has published my submission on his online magazine. You can read it here.

Thanks to Vita Brevis and to everyone who stopped by to read and comment on all the entries. Every submission there was deserving of the win. I feel extremely lucky today and plan on buying a Lottery ticket.