Polar Vortex I look down, at the gentle source of the disruptive tinkling and chinkling. I break faith with ecstasy of flying to examine the frigid unusualness. Below is an elegant snarl of bending branches. They creep from a very thin forest. They have climbed from goopy silver loam. And now they struggle sideways, instead of upward. The current of enticing beverage is f ...
Dear Lost Souls, God told me to write this, no kidding he did. In fact, he’s looking over my shoulder right now and my fingers are moving of his own accord. He’s been trying to reach you for such a long time but you don’t talk to him anymore. You used to every night before bed but the bitters of the world have dried up your tongue. Yet he misses you, and you and you too, don’t lo ...
I was hitching a ride somewhere on the south side of the U.S. of A.when I got a thumbs up from a somewhat soused geezer in a ten gallon hat. Old, countrified Earle took me out for a whirl in his custom, black Caddie. He had a set of long horns mounted on the hood, and a lead foot infected with elephantiasis mounted on the gas pedal. We blew through endless hick towns, much faster then JFK’s ...
It must have been there for a while, he thought to himself as he stared at the hole in his leg. He couldn’t remember how it had happened or for that matter, when it had happened, but, there it was. A hole. And, very much, in his leg. As he stared, he noticed the dark patch on his trousers, spread. He watched as it moved down towards his boot, and it was only as he followed it down that he saw his ...
Vengeance Is Mine. ©-MFB III productions Sitting in the park at dusk, high heels pinching my wide feet, my dress slightly wadded and lumpy beneath my padded derriere. My bra like a strait jacket its protrusions grazing my untrained arms at every move. The wig sweaty and hot, the musk of my perfume sticky sweet, wanting so badly to adjust a non-public area, but it would not be ladylike. Two hours p ...
Her name is Iris; at least that’s what her name tag says. She passes me by every day on her way to work and on her way home. Her head is always hidden behind a thick dark cloud and on some days even lightning bolts flash around her head. But one day she seemed happier, the clouds were white and fluffy as she passed me by and the sunshine of her smile hit me like a punch in my guts. Since then I co ...
I have an imp on my shoulder. He’s always there, whispering malevolence into my ear. He’s three inches tall, with olive skin and two tiny horns on his forehead. His hair is bright red hair. His teeth are small and sharp. He reeks of burning sulphur, which like him, follows me everywhere. He says he’s here to protect me, that I am someone special. What can such a diminutive creatu ...
THE DEPUTY OF ALLENTOWN I was resting my old bones, watching from the window when all hell broke loose out on the boardwalk. Now I might be guessing as to what I thought the deputy would do, but I’ve known him for eleven years … once even wore the same badge … so I watched him do just what I thought he would do — I saw him run for cover. HIS GIVEN NAME WAS DAVID. They called him Deputy Dave now, ...
The unopened letter was creased and yellowed with age for it had been stuck between Genesis and Revelations in an old bible she owned. This was ironic because its message back at the very beginning when she received it, would have brought revelations of a love much like Adam and Eve’s in the gardens of paradise. But unlike Eve she refused to be tempted for that letter came with unknown compl ...
A Word Bank Trilogy. My challenge was to make two poems out of the word bank below. Each had to be under 150 words, not including the title. All readers and writers here are welcome to add their version of the word bank challenge in my comment box. thanks~~Matt –glitter –maize –concession –brownout –dye –shellac –cure –leapfrog –pod –bram ...
My life hasn’t been “The Life!” we all seem to covet, that glitz-ed up, glamoured extravaganza of fortune graced. <><><><><><>< Sure I’ve known some slivers of fame sliced from the humble pies I was granted, but they were intermingled with the half baked dreams, and the dried hard ...
He pushed the rotten-wood windows, felt the old bricks outside, looked down on the old blue green river. Dirty as it had gotten, down beneath it’s blueness, it still brought hopefulness. American fisherpeople were down there, not far from the old bridge. A crafty merchant had swindled them of their euros, convincing that an orange peel on your fly rod would find big fish who lived down where the ...
photo credit to Indie Writer’s Network Space Dead. ©-2009-MFB III Somewhere far above us. in the gaps between the stars that we cherish in the wee hours Lies a junkyard, free floating near an inhabited planet, whose occupants know little about the expulsion of their own kind, left virtually invisible above their atmosphere Here in the grasping reach of the immense gra ...
©-MFB III productions– ALL RIGHTS RESERVED It arrived scorched and reeking of sulphur, combined with flesh rot backed on brimstone and it was still quite warm to the touch. The gnarled old hand that gripped it trembled when he saw the return address. He’d always known some form of bad news would eventually catch up to him there in Bum-fiddle, Minnesota. He’d hidden out there since World War Two en ...
Listen to This Song Originally posted on oshitbritt.com His legs were swung over the edge of your bed. He gazed at the dusty ceiling. You sat behind him with your legs and arms crossed. Silence emptied the room and the distance between you and him. “What’d you do after school?” You turned your head to his eyes that kept darting from the ceiling fan to the wall. “Nothing. Homework,” he said, ...
The moment Amy stepped out onto the back patio, she knew something was very wrong. Still wearing just a robe and slippers, her exposed legs met the frigid autumn air with disdain. She clutched a coffee cup with both hands, keeping them warm. Not the pumpkins, she thought. The fact that pumpkins had grown here was something of a miracle. Her backyard slanted heavily, and the clay soil was unforgivi ...
Scattered…….Only God Knows Where. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Time is a vacuum it sucks only in one direction ~~~~~~~~~~Gone! all of those we once knew without warning disappear from our lives, as the years are whisk ...
By Wolflight CN James The idea that someone could spontaneously transform into a wolf—or any other animal for that matter—is silly at best. A transformation like that would kill the person, and besides, there is no president for it anywhere in nature. And don’t give me that whole “what about the butterfly” bullshit. People are not dogs. This is what I told myself time every time the idea was broug ...
Those Magic Seeds. A brand new Christmas story of Santa and his little elf named “Jingles” who saved Christmas in a magical way! Way up near the North Pole where Santa’s workshop lies, all the elves are in a tizzy, someone’s stolen all the magic seeds that make the reindeer fly. With Christmas just around the corner, Santa’s in a frantic state, with no way tobring his toys to kids, on that very, ...
Bukowski style poetry When we lose control of our vices we can be prone to lose those deer to us. Six deer cross my path, on a dark country lane, completely ignorant of the 300 horse power held in check by my left foot. Numbed by two quarts of Crown Royal, but my five toes still manage to prevent a vehicular venison splash. Twelve wide brown e ...
Mother Nature’s Revenge. ©-MFB III <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The black bird waited outside her window, each day at dawn, pecking hard on the glass, rattling her panes, and screeching loudly. Its green-blue eyes glaring inward, as she scrambled to dress and free herself from its ...
Kevin Jennings is a nineteen-year-old boy, who just became a man. His mother Kelly, passed away from breast cancer at the young age of forty-two. She was given six months to live, upon diagnosis. Kevin dropped out of college to take care of her. Kelly only managed three and a half months. Kelly was a single mother, but it wasn’t a usual case. Kelly’s loving husband’s name was Jared. They were marr ...
Barbed brambles without and a house closed up tight and barbed bumbles within where barbed tongues told him lies. To convince him of sins, whispering, “All is not right.” Beelzebub at the door, as bad blood worked inside, with cement freshly poured in the basement to hide, the remains of his folly when his wife slept around, in his own bed, his own house he had evidence foun ...
Apathy Squared It was just after 5:30 A.M. and the morning star still graced her window as she rose and donned her cross,and some clothing that even the Salvation Army would not have saved. Then she ate a bit of pineapple for breakfast with a cup of freeze dried coffee, mingled with hot tap water. It was a schedule she knew too well, and it was all done by rote. The sky was just b ...
We stand together decked out in robes that we cherished most for several years. Wearing mortar boards that hold no mortar now to bind us together. Tassels turned to the front, all the pomp is done and the circumstances are that we’ve graduated with rigor mortise grins on our faces. Backslapping and high fives, confidence thoroughly exuded, the whole world awaits us and we will change it al ...
http://www.a-n.co.uk/artists_talking/projects/single/2422447/0/1/desc ‘My eyes are heavy…or should that be eyelids? I’ve been on shift at The Werkwell Gallery this evening to promote our latest show of young sensations The sirens Were Absent. We had a great turn out to the preview as usual. It was kinda neat because it opened on the same weekend as the Flux Nova festival on Wishl ...
A thin-faced, awkward, frail slip of a man with a fast lip and an even faster hand: he had his fingers on my breast before I could introduce myself as his doctor. -Delightful Old Man on my Psychiatric Unit ...
They gathered nightly when the marks departed in a ritual that was followed religiously after the rides shut down and the lights dimmed low, to huddle in a small trailer set off from all the rest. Some hobbled, others scurried or wheeled their way to the familiar rendezvous they shared, to play a form of strip poker. There was no nudity involved for they had already stripped themselves bare to ...
Robin My Hood. on April 1, 2004. ©-MFB III- All rights reserved As the rain subsided, I spied a mother Robin today dancing on clawed feet across my long driveway, and I could swear I saw a twink of merriment in her eye while she was robin my hood. For there before her was a veritable smorgasbord laid out in lopsided rows for this sole bird to feast upon. Scattered in a huge le ...
Poetic Justice. They had shot him in the head and they thought that he was dead, but the bullet had only grazed him. ~ It had created such a bloody mess, plus a deep furrow in the skull, that convinced the enemy he was hamburger. ~ Didn’t matter much anyhow as they hauled his unconscious body to a large pit and then unceremoniously tossed him in. ~ The bulldozer was being repaired, an ...
My coffee stained pottery cup, sits sepia toned by years of pick me ups and set me downs, holding a caffeine-laced fix beneath my bloodshot eyes. The clatter of dishes and tongues scrambled like my eggs surrounds me. The old vinyl stools in chrome and scarlet poses, rise in a food speckled formation, each covered cushion cracked from the spread of weary derrieres, The waitress, a former 1962 barbi ...
woman on the jury finds defendant not guilty Portfolio | Become A Fan The putrid smell burned her nose. Her breakfast was quickly coming up her throat. The darkness of the room disoriented her as she felt around for a light switch. “Where the hell am I?” asked Charlemagne Brochette. Her grogginess added to her confusion as to how she was brought here. “Me, of all pe ...
The sun didn’t make an appearance that day. The sky and all of the attendants were draped in black. I know funerals are a “celebration of life,” but where was the joy in this setting? I missed most of what was being said as I stared at the picture that was displayed next to the caskets, my parents at their happiest. As I remained in the pew, I reminisced about my memories I had left of them. There ...
“Are you seriously that much of a controlling bastard? You can’t even let me have an opinion that differs from yours?” I stepped towards him, taunting him further. I could see the anger flooding into his brain as his face contorted into an malicious grimace. I stood motionless; waiting. He paused dramatically and rolled up the sleeves of his striped button-down shirt. He a ...
From Simplicity, Great Renderings. ©-2013 -MFB III productions-Art~Whimsically Yours Studio So simple a device, fingers press gently as electronic buttons open the wealth of beauty beneath, or the hand that clasps a pen scratching out hope on the blank looks that so many wear. A pencil stencils thoughts from head to paper, where magic forms in loops and swirls. So many ways to ex ...
The last time that I came to visit at an old friend’s house, I noticed that his daughter was as timid as a mouse, she had always been a winsome child, just as precious as can be, but what I was now observing, it made no damn sense to me? Cause every time he spoke to her she’d wince a little bit, Whenever he was near her she would cringe like she’d been hit, there was terror in he ...
When you have everything, it is often said that you wish for more, that myth was created by the poor, and obviously not us. My family inherited our first million from our great-grandfather, who has worked his lackey’s fingers to the bone during the depression, and we are so proud of that dedication. He married well, it’s an old family adage that when you find a woman with eye’s equal to your fortu ...
When Jupiter fell the three were watching. You don’t have to bear with a bully for long–if you are not a god of patience–to allow a mean vessel to harpoon itself into the speary pit of its own making. But no one likes death. And those with half open hearts don’t want even their enemies to cross that guard-rail until absolutely necessary. But Jupiter was a different sort ...
[contact-form][contact-field label=’Name’ type=’name’ required=’1’/][contact-field label=’Email’ type=’email’ required=’1’/][contact-field label=’Website’ type=’url’/][contact-field label=’Comment’ type=’textarea’ required=’1’/][/contact-form] Snow had a storeroom. Bu ...
It’s just pulling in The Imagination Express, a quatrain of delight near the conjunction of your station of thoughts. Its sing-song, clackety-clack rhythms of life draw all poets near and far. Flowing swiftly across the tracks laid by poets of old, hammered out in short lines of steel and lead pressed across the remnants of trees. which are the ingredients of a poets platform, from the pound ...
As I look at the paper napkin, my tears start to fall on it. The napkin solemnly obeys its job to suck them up, although I wish it wouldn’t. It was snowing very softly, as if even the weather was trying not to make fun of me. That’s one thing I hate about the snow, it always tried to erase you from the land, and from memories as it covers any trace of your existence. I think snow subtly wan ...
I walked up the stairwell of my new apartment the rooms were all hardwood, the ceilings raised, big windows open and all fresh and cool I looked inside the freezer and the women’s bodies had all been delineated into select cuts of roast, loins and strips a head was in the crisper complete calm first thought, “get rid of the head” I began to carefully pick through the crisper nimb ...
A tribute to Charles Schultz….that I sent to him three days before he died No more comments from the Peanuts Gallery Poor old Charlie Brown is blue Cause his little red-haired Girl has dyed her ink black roots show through ~ Poor Snoopy’s finally been shot down that Red Baron is an ace and we’ll miss the little boy beneath the dirt on Pigpen’s face ~ Scchroeder’s play ...
Jessie found two cigarettes where the strange neighbor left them. Why did people smoke? Who suggested fire into a body? The world was crazier than this, but the question bothered his nine year old brain. The soggy sticks stank. But it was hard to throw them. He wasn’t tempted to light them. They were gross. But the star monogram on the side compelled him. It wasn’t normal, more like ...
When your lips and hers in joyous bliss are joined and meld as one, and the realization hits you that true love at last has come and your heart it starts to hammer like some frantic big bass drum, just remember at that moment when your kiss is finally done, “Exhale.” When your standing in a rental tux upon your wedding night, as you culminate a moment that feels oh, so ever right, ...
An open letter to a Cutter: Dear Wounded Soul, I feel your pain, but in different ways that I’ve listed below. I cut teeth as a baby, I cut class in school, I didn’t make the cut for football, I cut farts a lot, as a kid, big long rips, I got cut once or twice in the Marines, I cut an umbilical cord on a baby I delivered, I cut the leash off a drowning puppy in an icy lake, while the m ...
/////////////////\\\\\\//////////\\\\\/////////////// /////////////\\\\\\\\\//////////////////\\\\\/////// How Would You Make The Call ©-MFB III-The 9/11 CHRONICLES-2001 It was the window or the 1000’s of degrees of heat melting the nylon stockings to her legs her dress bursting into tiny blue flames and her hair reeking as it crisped beyond any curling iron damage she’d ever kn ...
Tess looked at her hands and then looked at the charred bits of the wall, as parts of the wood paneling hung by splinters from the ceiling and gold embers cooled on the floor below. “What the hell was that?” she asked. “I don’t know,” whispered Max from where he stood, luckily out of the line of fire. “You got mad and then these sparks started flying out of your fingertips. Are you PMS-ing or s ...
Sure it was Halloween, but things like ghosts never scared me before. I just assumed they were nothing more than stories or glitches of the mind. But there it was floating a few feet from me, and the malevolent face carved into it was my own doing. I always felt jack-o-lanterns looked much too child-friendly, so I made mine sinister with jagged rows of teeth, a v-shaped brow, and eyes that appeare ...
She grew up in a Christian home where abstinence was taught, but she was far too pretty to be alone, the kind of gal the guys all sought. So she dated her way through two dozen guys, in her high school years because, her heart was true to each and every one, but her body belonged to God. Chorus- Her friends all called her a modern day Delilah, bringing guys she’d date like Samson to their kn ...
My Dearest Lydia, I miss you so much, I miss what we had, though I’ve had what I miss, I’ve had to miss what we had, since war took me away. No pencil can write darkly enough to match my mood without you, the lead is in me now anyway, and a quill will have to do. I have uncapped the only way I can reach you, a cold hollow tube, with a reservoir of blackest ink, leaked slowly like tears ...
The letter crumpled easily in John Turner’s fist. His grip choked the paper, killing its integrity forever, and he didn’t care. He swallowed, but this time his mouth was dry. His heart sank by degrees as the message in the letter made its way through his mind, reshaping reality. Normally he walked briskly. Now he shuffled. Each step he took from the mailbox to the door of his house, about a twenty ...
Snow had a storeroom. But was it good that I went there? Some doors you won’t open until the hurricanes of curiosity make you. Once the protective armor of innocence, soft as it wears, comes off , you won’t race ahead like you used to. I remember soaring the gardens of many birds. They were the first layer. I swung the vines, and climbed every skycraping limb. That was the second l ...
Three guys went skydiving over the South Pole. They were the first ones to attempt the dive. Three utterly loaded businessmen who were so confident that none of them bothered with a thing known as an altitude meter. If they had had an altitude meter, the parachute would have pulled when they got too close to the ground. Instead, the sky-divers ended-up imbedded in three meters of ice. Why? There i ...
The cult of Easter Island drove itself to extinction by exhausting itself of its natural resources in its pursuit of a bigger headstone WRONG The cult of Easter Island drove itself to extinction by exhausting the precious resources the island possessed in its pursuit of a bigger headstone. ...
It’s time to say Goodbye to Andy in a world were penny candy’s become obsolete, and Goober’s just a movie treat, chocolate covered peanuts you can eat down on Mayberry street…. Old Otis has a king sized bunk, in a mansion where he’s never drunk you can’t get much higher than heaven, alcohol just can’t compete. Aunt Bea’s been making pies awhile while ...
Bad Day for a Cheap Hanging. ( 0 0 ) ^ / |||||| ©-MFB III Bad enough he wanted to end his life, but he was in the middle of nowhere, fleeing his demons across steaming asphalt. Car low on gas, two bucks in his pocket, then total despair caught him in Bum-fiddle U.S.A. somewhere just past Iowa…whole lot, just like his life of debts unpaid. Even worse it was a dinky tree, with ...
When light no longer rose to kiss me…” my lips ached in the shadows of demons wings, for I had sold my soul for music, and the devil had claimed his due. Mine was a magnificent voice given that one would die for, after the contract was signed. But the brilliance of inspiration abandoned me, leaving me nothing I could sing. Others music was just sandpaper, raw and scratchy in my throat. ...
