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Fantasy
Gamblin’ Man
This poem refused to remain in the journal, so I posted in on All-poetry. Now, it wants a feature on my blog. Jeez, it’s pushy. Also, adult in nature, just be prepared for the ride. Gamblin’ man rode me oncenever let go,even the dice ‘caus he just newLucky 7’s would come when he did.
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Jahi and the Beanstalk
Once upon a monsoon time,when gullibility wasn’t a crimedeep in the muck left by Kashmir rainsthis Indian boy was duped again. Beans for Gertie, the family cow,who needs dignity anyhow?Our most beloved bovinesacred and divine, sold to atraveling Boxwallah that was blind,his magic for the weak of mind. The rain is rabid on the mounds;the […]
MoreSeek Dewdrops Here
A drop of sweat finds its way down my back, and I am numb to the way it navigates the scaly mountain range of my spine before pooling in the cool indentation below. There are more pearls waiting their turn to slide, and they flitter like sprites on the fence of my brow, guarding the […]
MoreGolden Stroll
Still learning many thingsfrom peculiar-colored flowersplanted in the afternoon.Garden Orchestra soundsthe daisy-gong too soon.Curious bread-and-butterflies,monuments, mermen,fields of geese none lie in,constant feeling something’s missing.Palace, overrun with weeds.Repose and read but don’t go to seed. © khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved This poem is writted for D’Verse’s Monday Quadrille #129 A Curiosity of Poems. Our host, WhimsyGizmo, asks […]
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My Tandem Partner
After read time,before dream time,I curl beside my son,fasten my arm around his chest,safety for his nightly glide. My son will say,“Don’t let go,”as if to fall asleepis to fly,and I’m his tandem partner,the one in chargeof deploying his parachute. “Stay with methis many times.”He holds up fingersthat can’t fully flex,and even after haulingthe backpack […]
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En Lillium
I press my lips to you.Steal the beauty of yourbloom;inhale the fragranceof limp petalsremembering whenthey bounced beneathmy touch. Sipping power from yourdecay, toxins release abovesteamy, swirling remains. I softly swallow;I can taste your delicateness,as I feast on a fatal remedy. I plucked you without shame;tied and dried youin upside-down darkness. I steeped you in an […]
MoreTWT—Driving Delusion
Prompt: Fantasy Toes shovel sand amidst the ocean’s endless highway. Unscalable cliffs shield our lucky combinations; I press the window up, silence.
MoreStory Time Sunday #3
Happy Story Time Sunday! Today, I’m delighted to share a flash story called, “A True Definition of Love.” I’m very inspired by art, and I wrote this piece from the artwork you will see mid-story. All feedback is most welcome. Enjoy! Right after you snapped this shot, I made the decision to grow old. This […]
MoreStory Time Sunday #2
Happy Story Time Sunday! Today, I will finish the first story in a collection I call “The Tales of Lupine.” I started this tale last Sunday, and when we left off, Lupine and Turnip were headed towards an unknown blob floating outside the cave of destiny. If you missed the first part, you can find […]
MoreStory Time Sunday #1
I thought it might be nice to share a story or part of a story every Sunday, here on my blog. I wrote this adventure last year for a photo contest, but my children enjoyed the characters so much that I’ve continued to write in this storyline. I welcome all feedback and would love to […]
MoreReVamp
The aftermath of a disease that spreads through water droplets was the creation of a new species of my kind. I’m called a ReVamp, ‘cause instead of the fangs of my forefathers, I have bloodsucking fingertips. My prints are leech pads that satisfy my need to seduce and drain you dry–all from a safe and […]
MoreAs Much as the Ride
February snow is sticky,a cottony maple scale,a clinging nuisancerarely fatal when itholds on too firmly. February’s forest is filledand no longer sounds hollow.There is the gobbling stream,and the sniggering birdsthat snidely knowthis is the last snow. The dirty slush on the footbridgeis now a sandy beach access.I cross smushed footprints,and the tracks of pulled sledsresemble […]
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