Category: Fiction
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The Search
Today’s mission at the dVerse Poets Pub is to choose a quote from the modernist Bohemian writer, Franz Kafka (one of my all-time faves!) and create from it a nursery rhyme. I’ve chosen, “I am a cage, in search of a bird.” from The Blue Octavo Notebooks Kafka for Kids! I am a cage, in…
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Charming the Dragon
She convinced him he could charm the pants off a komodo dragon, and eventually Charlie believed her. Of course, as a seventeen-year-old runaway, Charlie had to believe in something and trust someone. Too bad it had to be Miss Layla. That was a good thirty years ago. Now, Layla was long gone and Charlie was…
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Lost, Found, etc…
“When did you know you were lost?” he asked. Nobody likes being singled out. Well, almost nobody. “Who, m-m-me?” She stammered, wondering how he knew. The cameras were aimed at her and she was the focus of the audience’s attention. Her armpits were sticky with excitement, and pearls of sweat prickled across her scalp like a thousand baby starfish headed home.…
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Candle Mustard
The mail carrier had come early that day, and Melissa rushed out to see what he’d brought. There was a shiny looking envelope hand-lettered in magenta Candle Mustard — their signature font. “Oh, God,” she mumbled. “Not another damn Sublimity Party.” Sure enough, it was. And for that coming Saturday, no less. “Crap! I’m so…
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Trails
Originally posted on Hearing The Mermaids Sing: Set out years ago Dropped breadcrumbs Some no bigger than dust particles Of the soul Along the roads and paths Thought I’d find my way back, There’d be time There’d be years Be months Weeks Days Seconds Left before the sand Absconded with the hourglass To find the…
aka, The Abject Muse 