Squeezed Dry (Flash Fiction)

(Click Below for the Audio Version) https://soundcloud.com/fitful-fearful-phantasmal/squeezed-dry-flash-fiction Where else would we go? We were children of well-to-do fathers with Silicon Valley success stories. Between semesters of our ivy league education, three of my friends and I went backpacking through Europe. I couldn’t tell you why exactly. Now, decades later, I think about what I wanted... Continue Reading →

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The Cake is a Lie

The promise of cake on the dining room table Is a lie, And so are the writhing maggots in its place. I'm dessert! I had heard it speak. I'm sweet and rich with dark-chocolate swirls! I turned to see quick, Expecting buttercream thick And an orange-lit wick To celebrate with. But there was no cake.... Continue Reading →

The Breaks

I keep it on a hook in the back of the coat closet, My green umbrella. But there's nothing but sun to see, (A red-orange streak cuts across the dusk), No use to carry it with me. It's nice to know I have it, though. Come for a walk outside, you say, On account of... Continue Reading →

I Was Wrong

I was wrong when I said 'Magic. Isn't. Real.' It is, For that which was gifted to me Was an ability To carry on happily And patiently. It is purple that I see In every shadow, mudhole, and sand flea.

In the Wake of Whales

Ishmael watched Ahab Chasing the perceived taunt Of the beast of the sea, That haunt of the gaunt, White Ghost of the sea. O, to be Ishmael! (What painful helplessness!) The observer, the powerless. To be unable to do a thing but retell the story. I, reader of Ishmael's tale know 'Tis true! The White... Continue Reading →

Popsy (My Audio Version)

From King's Nightmares and Dreamscapes collection came many great stories that I have cherished for a long time. This is just one of them called "Popsy." I love it for its combination of enjoyable comeuppance mixed with a little pity for the one receiving it mixed with good real-world and monstrous horrors. The narration is smooth and... Continue Reading →

Come These Fruits

Yesterday I fasted, fallow, Then ate one orange on the morrow. Were it that I became so thin, I'd cut these waves as though a fin. Can't be just me who wouldn't care Were it that I would disappear. Though tempting 'tis to run away, What we're given we're meant to face. Come these fruits... Continue Reading →

Slash-and-Burn

You hadn't been out to the family's corn fields in years. Now, while it's burning, you decide to drive out to see one. You know Daddy will be out there, watching over things. He would want to make sure the fire didn't spread to the woods across the one-lane country highway. There he stands. Daddy.... Continue Reading →

Melt, Wilt, Wring

If an ice cube melts in Cyprus, Would a seal feel it in Alaska? I ask ya. When a willow wilts in Thailand, Will the terrain sprout a new one in Belgium? C'mon. Tell 'em. If I wring my soul dry like a wet towel here, Would you be soul-thirsty there? I'll wait, wondering, in... Continue Reading →

Do They Know?

How does a purple-blossomed plant Thank the light? Does any part of the flower's petals, stalk, or leaves-- That have turned richer shades of purples and greens-- Even know that it is gratitude that it perceives When in the sun's light it basks and beams? What if that flower knows and screamed An infinite shriek... Continue Reading →

Equinox

Both of them an equinox, His pallid bones, her ivory blocks, Her ebony of solid wood, And his the darkness he'd withstood. His heart on every line he rained And out shed music from her veins. None knows, observing her with him, Where her blood ends and his begins. Sharesies!

On Turtleback Lane

“Storm’s over, Girlie,” He hath said to me. “Thunder’s shook and passed you, Sugar; Our promises We keep.” “We opened your chest And poured you full of what We wilt. Then, by and by, We made sure you landed Well within the rye.” “Don't think that the rye fields are safe for good,” He continued... Continue Reading →

He Had a Hat

It was at one of those swim-at-your-own-risk beaches. That's not to say it was any riskier than any other beach, but there were no lifeguards nor anyone else. The mother and her little son had the stretch of surf and sand all to themselves that day. Of course her husband's sixteen-hour work days were exhausting,... Continue Reading →

Palomitas for the Pasture?

They. Those. I see them. I see them, too, as do you. Those fleeting enticements Of the eye, (the glassy surface of the eye). In this garden of love Those peacocks sure do come a'callin'. But they aren't peacocks. They are palomitas. Ain't never goan be nothing but Palomitas Which offer no sustenance, No turbulence... Continue Reading →

In Mr. Habte’s Apartment (also, see the writer’s challenge after this story)

a list of the contents in the trash bin belonging to Mr. Nadir Habte: one set of sweat-soaked, piss-wetted, blood-stained bed sheets one shattered bedside lamp and light bulb seven used tissues--all drenched in mucus and tears, some speckled with blood glass shards from a broken bathroom wall mirror scraps cut from a length of... Continue Reading →

The Bride

The Wandering Armadillo

I wait, betrothed to the earth

the desolate dolomite cliffs

jagged peaks; tectonic shifts

my wedding veil…the alpine mists

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consummate with rhythmic tide

so heedful of the hesitant bride

gentle, soon the waves subside

cleaving to the cave inside

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decades pass, and fiery gust

shall scorch the fields to barren rust

henceforth shall I only trust

a matrimony of decay and dust

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