I didn’t mean tolow road,gravel cloudsblurringsmoke clouds,swirlingto Free Bird.Skin sweating,wanting,vinyl,reclining seats.We were lostinsidea guitar riff,ending beforethingscould ever bethe same. © khartless 2021, … More
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Happy Sunday! This flash was written for [100 Word Story] and their monthly photo prompt. I like the challenge of … More
Topic: Colors Granny cut multi-colored squares by lamplight. Invented a pattern bouncing me; a jigsaw of joy I wrap myself … More
The footsteps of home,they slip across a shiny surfacereflecting back imperfect reality,and in shadow,wisdom is discernible. Blobs of grayfloat like … More
Pine trees make short pathwaysin the shadow of midday, asI pedal sedately pastcared for courtyards,the cultivation of others,and the remains … More
What would you like to flashback to this Friday? Join me in some nostalgia.
Now it’s all about preservation–
holding on to as much of today as
we can grasp with foam fingered gloves,
After we ran away
mold in our motel room
zits and a zirconium overture.
I begin by trying to clear out
the junk from my thoughts.
Imagining my yard sale of ideas
all the cluttered one-liners
filling up the yard.