Mag80, 8/28/11

He didn't like the haircut at all, didn't like
the men who ran the place with its odd twirly
lights. So he went back and broke up their sign
stuffed it in a bag,pulled up his collar
and snuck away like a thief in the night.

Sunday 160, 8/28/11

Yesterday a chance to celebrate at
a friends wedding! Deep red roses
swaying over green suede shoes;
Smiles and laughter were full
sending off many good wishes

Flash Fiction 55:On the Delta

Recently a child reached out
and left a wide trail of awesome colors
all down her cat-
Renee got a picture of it
and Jasper Percy now graces the wall
up by the desk..     
It started a trend at The Neon Cat
our hangout and eatery now has
all genres of art around our plants!

Mag79,

  "Hey let's go -Get up and go!
Away from here and anything work,
You're playing Hooky!"
   They always came grinning.
A car full of cousins, Ellie and Lizz
and often Camellia.
She kept a picture like this on the mantel at home.
" Be ready for us anytime, those who love to play-"
was scrawled across the back. 
  Usually the four of us ended up on the beach
playing Volleyball, surfing. Or even cruising the boardwalk
down somewhere near Jackson; where there was a Carnival
with rides and games most of the summer.
  It had been a few years since the girls had showed up, but
that horn might still give a double blast in the driveway!

Flash Fiction 55: Whoosh-

Imagine a wide and wonderful heart,
that's roughly the shape of Lake Luna inside its preserve.
A dirt road looped around, coming in from Bent Fork
and exiting onto Wild and Woolly.
The park was perched above the Palisades, which are long, craggy and steep.
They say, Grandma Warren spent quite a bit of time there.

Magpie 78

"Paint, paint, paint-"
So many tools, in so many
holding places...

The smaller brushes trim out
 mirrors,windows,doors,
The rollers roll on walls 
of many different rooms.

Way up high on scaffolding
they can change a colored sky,
complete with stucco stars
our sanctuary holds
the many dreams of all-

A man who ashes fell
back into earth, yesterday,
He taught me most of all,
to take a brush of any size
and shape those inner shores.

Magpie 77

Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947


" I know Marie, it will be hard on us,
for me to be so far away during the week.
But we talked and talked about it
and this is the only we can save the house...
and it won't be that long before my Mother can come
stay and help you out..."

Magpie, 8/7/11

                                                                                                                                                

It was like a piece of art, 

 that her Uncle had saved from Granpa's barn . 

It used to ventilate the hay loft

and some of the lower aisle.

 

Now it was up on Uncle Henry's silo,

   all she could think about was finding 

    a big tall ladder and propping it 

up in the middle; so she could get 

her hands on that rust

before those western winds picked up again.

Flash Fiction 55:From Here to There

A German Shepard leaps
snapping at zooming bugs
Five turkeys cheep a chorus
of distress at dusk.
A lawn mowers sit empty of gas
over grass ground to pulped mats.
Through open windows
a weatherman describes damp heat
In the kitchen hamburger sizzles
with squash from the garden
while dishes clink and the phone rings.