Magpie, 6/20/11

She had always been an amazing psychic.
He had once had an autographed photo
just like this one.When he found this at
a yard sale on Saturday; he had not thought
of her in years. He phoned another good friend
immediately; and was shocked to hear her say
"Sheila just passed away,didn't you see it in the paper?
Her Memorial service is on Wednesday- Please come!!"

Magpie, 6/13/11

They looked around,
no child.
Where had Chyrstal gone ?
Then on the  floor by the back door
Mary found the little shell.
" Beach!" She yelled to her husband
and they were off;
over the gritty wooden deck,
leaping onto soft and shifting sand.
Stumbling up to the firmer pack
Mom shaded her eyes- "There John-"
Sure enough the youngster was crouched
intently plucking at something in the damp
as the waves rolled in.

Flash fiction 55, 6/10/11

It tapered three stories
into the sky,
once a long time ago
under this spire,
a bell had sung
people toward double doors below.

We do not know when
the bell was gone,
we do not know why
a snake of wind reached down
and toppled just that gray
wood and slate upon this ground

Poetry Jam, Lozenge / One Shot Wednesday,

Yes they can -be hidden safely, see ? 

Unbruised.

Coming off a sad, sad time- they fit in well with genuine beauty.

Were you up all night listening to the foot steps passing,

did you go to the window like the poem told you to; and watch ?

This morning were you willing to feel the wrenching of regret, again ?

You do still want to push truth away : The procession has gone by!

Did you look them in the eye? That opportunity is over, done.

Apples: may share shape, shine, even color range;

but for flavor Cherries win.

If I were to paint one more fruit, it would be them.

They can surpass sadness

being chewed,

going down the throat

falling toward my heart.

Sunday 160

Exhaustion looms
a blackening shadow,
after days of sorting
debris and cutting trees
tangled and mangled
by a quarter mile wide tornado.
Our town is rising.