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Batterson – #FridayFlash fiction

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , on April 28, 2011 by dustus

Former Drill Sargent Haines boots him out for dropping F-bombs…. Freshman returns following morning. Haines halts him at the threshold.

“Change your attitude?”

“Fuck off!” Kid pulls a blade.

Haines decks him and the knife disappears.

Haines’s cuffed; marched outside….

Cop asks, “Where’s your car?”

“Over there.”

“Get in and don’t come back to Batterson.”

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Care to hear me read these 55 words?
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If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55 Fiction piece (in 55 words), then please come tell G-Man.

Venus reads Wittgenstein (#FlashFiction)

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , on March 10, 2011 by dustus

Burnt coffee and B.O. headache. Inside it rains; drips into scattered pails. Spectacled, natural beauty who reads Wittgenstein on break slips into the storeroom; then returns past with semi-transparent white trash bags stretched from empty cups and pastry. Venus takes out the garbage—I muse, convinced the yuppie broker wraps her life in birthday fur.

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If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55, then please come tell G-Man.

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Posted in Image Poetry, One Shoot, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 27, 2011 by dustus

Royalty
“What majesty should be”

Ransomed kings
Criticism to crow about
No RSS feeding enslavement
Without creativity crossing utility lines
Dotted eyes, black shadows sway in the wind

Eviscerating wastelanding tragic dross

Horse powered hamster wheels
The circle run
Bulldozers push, upturning
Severed doll parts, smushed milk cartoons
Fertile lies, careers

Clearing ski hill sized dumps
With reigns held back
Or maybe sold out
Through market trends, tickering taint
Puppeteers, overworked interns
And pimping agents!
…Ivanhoes, please
I am the terrible one

Sorry if you think this harsh
Borders now crossed to bright light
Our planet’s temperature like the sun also rises
As weeklies (as well as most companies) continue to set
Downsized they call it trend

Due preference of a millennial generation not buying newsprint
When smart phones pick up Starbucks Wi-Fi signals
It takes one faint pressured point to get to craigslist

Stop thinking in terms mechanical
There is room for dead language footnotes
References to forgotten mythologies
Get medieval if you so choose
Dropping, echoing pecks without whirring hums
Or the bleating squeals sparking old modems
After sticky relic taps played without electricity
Devoid of cut and paste, and literary nerds
Gutenberg couldn’t picture our days
Driven by Google search
Windows opening one’s Facebook page

Think about past artists’ shun
Censorship, blacklists, ex-patriots
In cyberspace remaining chance
Digest, you can’t erase this

“Brevity is the soul of wit”
Polonius first said it, ironically
Shakespeare could not imagine texts and retweets
Or a wired earth in which peer artists
Encourage creativity, support, universal broadband connections
Global renaissance through computer inventions
Where one’s key strokes lead to instant feedback
Which will not obscure death when broke hearts attack
For a single typefacing metal-headed ribbon slapping caste off
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*This poem is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. The prompt was shot by photographer JackAZ, featured today on One Stop Poetry.

Gin & Tonic Seizure ( #FlashFiction )

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , on February 17, 2011 by dustus

Carnations, chrysanthemums burn dislodged nasal septum. Footfalls crunch gravel the stiff procession trod. Hunched-backed, they snake two-by-two offering white roses.

I sneeze blood into her pink handkerchief.

“Who died?”

“My grandfather.” Her eyes hid behind fine graying blinds—don’t know her.

Restless tremors shock…

“Am I dreaming?”

“Yes,” her reply.

I collapse awake clutching my ears.

Entering Threshold

Posted in Image Poetry, One Shoot, One Stop Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 13, 2011 by dustus

Welcome to the carcass house!
Floorboard mites, atrophy
Grey stone anatomy
With no need wiping fungal dung
Keep those cowboy boots buckled on
After dismounting your precious steed

This pane lest window blights shrieking
Pulling back, Trigger. Whoa!
Reign flimsy strings, mummified
When denial runs, inlet banks
Surge inner coursing
Fractals, geometric extant
Pointed toward the sky
Oblique, ziggurats
Monoliths, Argonauts
Not given up for life
It’s all that left when
Deconstructing lies

Pox upon this desolate prairie
Crop circle sightings of Virgin Mary
When minutes slough
Invective canaries
Dropping perched
Martyr failing

Sweet cat refugee
Bitter swallows
Walls weather-eaten
Restive hollow
Face stuffed with headcheese
Bloody rat feet
In time for Eliot, E.T.
Gremlins seething midnight feedings
Yellow oozing, leaven yeast
Juju beads that broke crowned teeth

Switchback too
Infected puss
Dull orange gritty rust
Fill ups, screws
Marking decay
For sighting backcrapward
Bleaching drunk
Sentry stains

Weakening carbon-based, nuclear cores
Interpolating Laura Ingalls Wilder
Cries “Aye me” to Prince Albert
Banks swelling upstream salmon
Eyeballs chocolate chip sized
Their spine combs coughed up
Hair balls among prancing Kodiak high fives
Chestbumping manboobs
Spawn from impotent steroids
Grand jury’s questions so appealing
Faux “twilight kingdom”
Ruled by ARod and Cameron Diaz
Some popcorn with your P.C. virus?
While hungry humans shout from rooftops
Won’t you please feed us!
As stocks and brokers jump

Replete, removed
Goosed mien, head shot, dead rot
Bulleye’s struck by rocketed snot
Roger Samuel Clemens, Shania Mark Twain
Wind swaying stalks, curling bark
Beavers crack chestnuts
Balks bucktooth central anteriors
Masticate ligaments, sinews
Drain shunt
Not Lake Superior
A rabid coyote drools
Chewing on a baseball
Have you seen it
Deer?

Much matter does not feel
Hunting venison beer drunk
Redneck chaw spit, upchuck
Back against crumbling pores
Survilalist grunts
Elk tracks in mud
Fossilized for saving dates
Cross-dissecting ring marks
Shouts of Timber!
Wane cherry ember
For a scrap book
One never remembers
Maimonides steril scapple
Love declared, healing care
Word born mass graves
Fuel our sad lives
Entering threshold frames

 

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*The following poem is my response to the One Stop Poetry Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. This amazing prompt was shot by photographer Sean McCormick.

Part Two of the Seam McCormick interview is featured today on One Shoot Photography Sunday.

Just Like Them (Flash Fiction 55)

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , on January 6, 2011 by dustus

Chin upon blue jeans; lost thought tides. Wind rushing, surf drone, the very earth sighs smashing when calm recedes into unsettling…. Life, salt smell, ocean in her hair. Reflecting moist eyes saying “see you” —to not live through that again…  As two lovers stroll holding shoes and hands; just like them he hopes to stand.
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*If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55
Please come tell The G-Man!
He will visit, read, enjoy, comment….Then BOOK!!!

The Connoisseur: Bookstains Poetry Challenge ‘The Art of Progress’

Posted in 4 Lines, Image Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 17, 2010 by dustus


Standing in the Way
 

Dignifying Respects
Paid dues to just remain
Such maddening illusion
Norm standing in the way

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*The above 4 Line poem is a response to the Bookstains Challenge called ‘The Art of Progress.’  I suggested the Norman Rockwell painting to Lynda as a challenge idea. She obliged, making it one of the options for the theme of progress.

*Click the following link to learn more: EchostainsEveryone is welcome to participate in the fun. Thanks, Lynda!

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