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

Flash fiction 55. In my Yard.

I come home to find
A "push me- pull you-"

Do it behind my back !?
Don't you dare.
Be direct and stand square.
Even if you don't stay long.
You can whisper I don't care.
I can pinch, grab an ear-
yank you, shake you
'til sense rolls down;
clear your head and try again.

Flash fiction 55, 3/18/11

Ok, G-Man you got us all going today!
not only hosting but toasting some particular
favorites! Hats off to your launch-

She grabbed her magnifying glass
and several books of maps.
A friend had mentioned America
and "THE Inter-coastal waterway ? "
rushed around her brain.
Panning for gold, and pirates;
 possible adventure always stirred                
her blood.From Houseboats to a canoe-
she gazed down upon the rivers
How far from the panhandle
could she get?   

Flash fiction 55 2/4/11

Absolute, almost-pig-Latin silliness is required sometimes...

A Light bulb :   *Flash* 

Goin' out Today,
Hey !


Gotta find my Sled-
Yay!,

Nice steep hill

for  Runnin', Laughin'       
Spray-Hey!

Go fast, on bellies,
 Play-Be-Gay-ay!

So tired of shovelin' snow,
You -What-Say?

More on Saturday ?!
No way- I'm leavin' Hey!  

Flash fiction 55 1/20/11

I was reading a book this morning
Devotion, by Dani Shapiro.
 (p. 17) stories, energy.
Then I saw G-mans bikes-


'Samskara' knots of energy
in hips, heart, jaw, lungs;
are stories held within,

I see nuggets
of white and striped colors
large marbles with uneven layers
Unmeltable, uncrackable.

Then the stories unrolling
as we try on wheels,
attached to out feet

skates-then bigger
wheels of tricycles,
bicycles onto Ferris wheels,
   
what are their stories like?

Flash fiction 55 10/8/10

It used to be
a red and yellow suitcase
carryied my important life inside,

Then a neon orange back pack
complete with sleeping bag
and pocket knife.                 

For a while a car
with an air mattress
and tent rolled up inside,

Now a camper shades
our driveway
with a kayak by its side. 

flash fiction friday 55, 10/1/10 : Intrigue

A forest glade
undergrowth is cleared
enough to see
and ask
What are these massive trees?

walk, looking up
and down,
propped against one trunk
small figure, stuffed with hay and dressed in denim
no face drawn
or sewn.

Going around another base
a broom
stiff and tall .

Then, an ornate golden key.

What then?