Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The fools, if only they knew! As we run along the path, near the canal, early in our morning routine, I see them, their eyes on you, on the golden girl, sometime on me... I can read their puzzled minds, jealous, tortured to see … Continue reading Envy #TheDailyPost
Mum knew you were on duty, and aimed to surprise you. I know how much you must have waited for those short moments, stolen from the tedium of the day, your little girl appearing, playful, so small... And there you were, my very big daddy, pretending to arrest me. Such laughter! You could never catch … Continue reading #VisDare 124: Unexpected
We stopped on the path, near the canal, our preferred running lane in Faust's metropolis, under the chestnut trees. The air was already much cooler, prelude to the cold wind that soon would blow from the plains of Poland and beyond. "You're getting too good for me," I said, nearly out of breath, with the … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Oil, Meet Water
She runs along the path, admiring the green edge of the canal: this is her territory, austere and silent, in the morning light. On the bank, the tall trees observe her, recognising her sombre and exquisite beauty. Soon she reaches the small bridge, where she seduces and kills her victims.
“The world was now dimmed, a shallow island of light floating in a vast darkness, even though it was noon…” ~ Lunar Park
Our heads contain worlds. Or is it just the one over and over?
People pop out to smoke cigarettes,
simper, gossip, fuck and pray.
Maggotty ideas fester – let them die –
voices assault us daily.
What is real I cannot say.
He’s tried to flirt with the mainstream.
His world always out of kilter
at an angle only he can measure,
drumming beats no one will follow.
There is no shared vision,
yet we wish horses of belonging for us beggars.
Come inside, ladies and gents!
If only you’d discover that underneath I’m much like you,
a gentler man of erudite barbs.
One read and you’ll be captivated.
I know I’ve worked so hard for this:
how can I share that knowledge, that wonder with you?
How do you keep your balance as a creative person? That is the question that Joe Hesch would like us to consider…
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It looks as if our morning run might be disrupted - sigh. I am a morning person, for me best time to write, observe the world pursuing its business in the garden - ah the crows! -and generally meditate on the state of the planet (still there, still beautiful, and still threatened). This morning a … Continue reading Saturday morning musing…
In the Japanese numerals system the number “9” is 九, and its name is kyū, or ku, or kokonotsu, identical to the letter “Q”, so that ichi-ku-hachi-yon, 1Q84, Haruki Murakami’s masterpiece, is also “1984”, a reference to George Orwell’s masterpiece. There are three main alphabets in Japanese: Hiragana, Katakana and Kanji, plus the phonetic version … Continue reading #AtoZChallenge: April 19, 2013: Q = 九
You made the decision, and I knew it was final, reading your determination in your eyes, and knowing my place. The half marathon would be probably the toughest this season: hilly country, atrocious weather, and very fit competitors. But you trained all year, and I, your training partner, knew the hundreds of miles this meant, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Joy