Well you definitely showed a day in the life of harried parents. I like your take that in the end the husband helps out! Kick down the patriarch! Sorry, politics seeping through. The only exception I have to the story: ass-crack dark followed by tired ass. You can do better than that. Happy writing!
A worthy response to the picture prompt. Stygian, obsidian, what a rhyme! Poatae Tenebris makes me think you are going for the Edgar Allen Poe award. I only pray that you have an effective sleep aid with these visions of Medusa Haunting your dreams.
A nice job with the personification. I am confused though---this is a doll's house? a playroom? Is this a toy car?
Nevertheless, i love the whimsy found here. And loved the line, "pale, giant, moons that shimmered with excitement." You must excuse my confusion. Happy writing!
Snow, I always enjoy your poetry. Yes, veterans deserve our thanks. We also need to ensure a government that works to provide veterans with adequate housing and healthcare. We have far too many wounded warriors. Thank our veterans and keep working for wprld peace!
Enjoyed your little piece of flash fiction. Love the line, "inauthenticity is a stinky perfume". I loathe corporate speak and pretty much all marketers. I am a nurse and work in the "senior living industry". Protect me from marketers. However, your two characters in this short piece are likeable. Keep writing, and don't reinvent the wheel.
arrgh matey---enjoyed your flash fistion pirate romp---I was hoping it would get a bit more erotic---but hard to do that in 300 words or less. I truly appreciate that the winning pirate is female. No need for you to walk the feminist plank. Brightened my day.
I find writing form poetry difficult. You did a masterful job with the eleventh power form. I imagine that all of English can be traced to more ancient languages. They say all translators are liars---meaning I suppose that we can never get the exact essence in a translation. But like life and Zen we can try. Blessings.
Well, quite a read as always. I live your rollicking rhymes and lilting meter. A delightful fun read for a Monday morning. Love the rhyme of rare and debonair. I hope that Chance and Lance continue to sweep and dance. May you have a blessed Thanksgiving this 2018.
I love your tale of combined nursery rhymes. You did an excellent job of finding just the right nursery characters. This has inspired me to go off on a poetic tangent of nursery rhymes, Have used fairy-tale charecters for poetic inspiration. Never thought of using nursery rhymes till now. Happy writing!
I truly enjoyed this poem. I love poetry that mbraces science, physics, astrophysics. I love the phrase "parsecs of night". I might steal that one. Also, "cold hydrogen embrace". Wonderful---gravity firls encompassing sapient life. Please keep writing and exploring in this genre.
What a delightful read! A tad suggestive, but omly mildy so. Do you think this ever happened to that Gray guy in 40 shades? I hope everything comes out well in the end. Original and quirky. It made me laugh on this Wednesday morning. Looking forward to more semi soft formed porn.
You captured exactly what August feels like. Although for me procrastination is more of an all year thing, but I can try to explain it away as a fault of the weather or atmosphere. I love the last phrase, predicated on mendacity. Isn't everything these days such...? I am all about cultivating sloth.
I enjoyed your personal expression of peace and stillness. You captured the essence of the phrase without being overly sentimental or too narrowly religious. I particularly liked the image of crawling under His wing, though I don't recall images of Jesus or God necessarily with wings. You captured a personal momemt of a human universal experience of stillness and silent mind. Blessings on your writing journey.
A cute short story. Love the new word insomniaphobia. I usually read your poetry but see you excel at flash fiction, also. I amcertain the black negligees will work bettr than a Garfield t-shirt. Who needs sleep in any event. Hoping to see more of your flash fiction.
find form poetry quite difficult. You have captured in rhyme and meter a fitting tribute to your grandson. I can feel and see the magic in that red-had lad. I felt the comparison to planting and seeds an apt metaphor for a child moving out into the world. Clever to use green script for a verdant poem.
Yes screens are all that. and all the many varieties. TV, computer, phone. I would add all our personal screens of judgement to that mix. Walls do not make good neighbors in a global community. Your diamante poem captures this sentiment. Keep writing and creating!
I find form poetry quite difficult. You have captured in rhyme and meter a fitting tribute to your grandson. I can feel and see the magic in that red-had lad. I felt the comparison to planting and seeds an apt metaphor for a child moving out into the world. Clever to use green script for a verdant poem.
I love that you took a form, the caccia, a hunting song derivative and turned it to a domestic pet. A lovely twist to a hunting song. I also like the play of opposites describing the details of the not so meek not so mild feline. Cats remain true to their predatory nature and you remained true to the form. Keep on writing!
Such a beautiful evocative poem. Nostalgic and contemporary in the same stroke. Love the use of color---clementine. The third stanza opens the poem up and "makes a killing to anchor" indeed. And the final ringing question remains, "What's in a promise broken"?
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