Captured
Posted on September 6, 2013 2 Comments
This is a story I wrote in response to a photo prompt. Enjoy.
Our last official response (by Sept. 5) to this Jean-Daniel Photography photo. Thanks to those who participated! We’re not picky about deadlines, so you can still send a story any time on this or any other prompt or topic of your choosing. Send to FreeValleyPublishing@gmail.com.
He tried to turn his head but his neck would not move. His right arm felt stuck to the column he leaned against when he tried to lift it. The gaze of his eyes remained fixated on the street even though he wanted to look to the left, to see if he still had the camera. But his eyes would not turn. He lifted his right foot but it did not move. He tried his left and it felt stuck to the sidewalk. And then he wondered what he was wearing. He knew he had put on a short sleeve T-shirt, below the knees shorts…
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ZCW #5-B
Posted on September 4, 2013 4 Comments
This is the second line of this week’s Comic Haiku. The last line will be drawn Friday. If you like this art work you will enjoy looking at some of ZincComics’ earlier posts.
ZCW #5-A
Posted on September 2, 2013 Leave a Comment
My husband is drawing a weekly mini-comic, this year, of haikus I wrote last year. I will reblog them when he posts pages on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. And Friday will post the complete haiku.
Recollection – A Love Poem
Posted on September 1, 2013 9 Comments
As you spend time with your loved ones this holiday. Recollect what brings you together and keeps you working to maintain and protect your love.
Recollection
White arched
long limbs
glisten against
blue sky.
Trees draped
in soft snow
Japanese landscape.
Frozen arabesque
hand held in
timeless suspension
expectant
awaits her partner.
Tender moments
of memory
when we
held love
in the curves
of our bodies
moving in
oneness
like snow
sparkling
on tree limbs.
— Denver, Colorado, March 17, 2000
Abundance – A Poem
Posted on August 25, 2013 6 Comments
This poem continues the theme of the last two weeks. When we overcome hunger and desire we discover –
ABUNDANCE
Wealth beyond measure
can not be counted
can not be contained
can not be controlled
can not be corrupted.
Wealth of means and manner
wealth without worry
the plenty that pleases all.
Security of self-sufficiency
wrapped her in
a cloth of contentment
no spectre of scarcity
could diminish.
Free Write Friday – The Human Zoo
Posted on August 24, 2013 21 Comments
This time Kellie Elmore gave us a choice of titles. I chose this one. As I wrote it, I began to remember a TV show, I think a Twilight Zone, I saw on this theme. So I tried to be original.
The Human Zoo
They thought they knew what they were doing. They thought they were living lives of purpose and service. They really thought they were doing something that was worthwhile. When all of the time they were just an experiment.
For centuries they had lived on that jewel in the cosmos, they called earth. Mating, making, traveling, building, studying, discovering. They created civilizations and killed cultures. They traveled to other planets and explored the mysteries of invisible life forms.
Then one day their bubble was burst and the watchers descended. They were not the reptilian monsters of their science fiction stories and movies. Know those who first saw them thought they were angels, these very tall, slim, pale skinned silent strangers. But then they, the inhabitants of earth, began to notice that their friends, acquaintances, and family members began to disappear after the appearance of the angels.
No one on earth knew what to think, until one brave journalist followed one of the angels and observed how the angel somehow sucked people up with a machine that looked like a giant vacuum. And then ascended into the night sky. For weeks she followed the angels filming quietly but one night she tripped and the angel stopped and turned looking carefully around. It did not see the journalist and quickly ascended but an attachment to the vacuum fell to the ground and glistened in the night.
The journalist dashed from her hiding place and picked up the object, it was a dark flat screen like object. She touched the screen and it burst into a picture and she saw humans doing what they always did – but they were surrounded by the angels, walking, by, some sitting on benches, as if they were strolling through a zoo.
Desire – A Poem
Posted on August 18, 2013 4 Comments
This poem expands on the theme of last week’s poem. Enjoy.
DESIRE
I
Endless is the pursuit of desire
a wonton mistress, rules with fire.
Folly leads to fear and shame
seduced by the desire game.
II
Or is desire like the seedling’s dream
to push beyond the shroud of dirt
to feel the sun’s white hot kiss
open petals to bright color.
Or is desire the moth’s quest
to transform it’s slinky earthbound form
into a vibrant rainbow
soaring on gentle wind waves?
Or is desire the baby’s cry
to feel her mother’s full breast
cross its cheek and fill it with
the milk of love and nurturance?
III
Desire to be desired.
Desire to have all desires
fulfilled satisfied realized.
Desire to be longed for
awaited missed sought out.
Desire to be appreciated
recognized complimented.
Desire to transcend desire
to enter a realm of
desirelessness
to want no thing but
to possess everything.
Desire to forget desire
to be in the moment
breathing all in
letting
desire
disappear.
Free Write Friday – Jake
Posted on August 17, 2013 20 Comments
Maybe a day late – but finally had time to participate in Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday. She provided the above visual prompt and here’s my short story.
JAKE
Old Jake leaned against the brick wall, then pulled his pipe out of his pocket, packed it, lit it and inhaled slowly. The sweet taste of tobacco always soothed his nerves. Absently his left hand stroked his beard as he looked out over the harbor. It seemed like months had passed since he was last on the boat, but it was only a few weeks. The doctor said he was A-OK to set out and get back to fishing. Not one to think about, least even talk about, his feelings Jake was feeling a lot right now.
Again he took a long deep inhale of the cherry tobacco and let it sit in his mouth before he slowly exhaled. He remembered that sharp pain that hit him like a knife in his chest and sent him tumbling over the edge of the boat into the cold waters. The next thing he remembered was opening his eyes into the smiling face of an angel. That’s what she looked like to him, he swore her head was surrounded by a halo of light and her blue eyes were kind and comforting.
He chuckled and took another long inhalation of smoke. After all, she was his doctor. As he exhaled, Jake slowly stood up. His legs were as strong as they ever were, and he did feel like he had more energy. The doc said they were able to open his arteries so he could get more blood flowing through them. He was just glad she was able to do it without having to cut open his chest.
Gently, Jake tapped his pipe against the bricks, emptying the ashes. He looked out toward the harbor and smiled as he walked toward the boat.
Hunger
Posted on August 11, 2013 10 Comments
Just a couple of questions to think about.
HUNGER
Hungry for knowledge
hungry for a word
hungry for kindness
hungry for success
hungry for money
hungry for food.
Does hunger direct desire
or does desire direct hunger?
Like a fat cat sitting in the sun
watching a robin in a tree
when will our hunger
be satiated?
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