December 2011
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Borrow the Line (for G+ Flash Fiction)
“I have no money, no resources, no hopes; I’m the happiest man alive.” —Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
8 PM:
I’m at the buffet table, grabbing as much food as I can stuff on my plate and in my pockets as quick as I can, when Mr. Ramond comes up beside me to pour a drink. I quickly stuff some rolls in my mouth when he turns to me to shake my hand. He asks my name, and I...
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Last-Minute Letter to Santa, From Laz.
Dear Santa,
Hope all finds you well this evening. I heard you have a busy night ahead. I pray this email gets to you well before you take the sled.
I haven’t been a good boy this year, I’ve often been more naughty than nice. While I may have had my moments of virtue, it often came while I sought out vice.
So instead of begging for silly things, and selfishly ask for the latest...
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Dirty Rotten Poetry: Sign Up! (I Dare Ya!) →
A little poetry project I’m doing with an online friend. NSFW, 18+ only, but all in good fun. If ya feel like joining us, drop a line on the page. dirtyrottenpoetry:
Attention Pervs & Poets: For a fun, naughty project with an online friend til end the year…..we’re inviting all friends and colleagues to join us in writing trashy (but tasteful!) dirty poems. Erotica, humor, trashy...
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Voice Breaks
Why can’t this be any easier? Calm. Don’t panic. Breathe, sir. Oh, damn it, she saw me looking. Just smile, look away. Don’t panic.
You’re a twit, sir. Been an hour and, still, you’ve only spoken to her in monosyllables and grunts.
You’re well spoken and gifted, experienced in storytelling and guiding others through your dreams — why is simple...
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Jazz Riffs in My Walls
The solitude of night interrupted by the slides of electric notes plucked away behind my walls, forcing me to look up.
Look up from a muddy haze of writer’s block and blank stares at the even blanker slate of my artwork in stasis.
Suddenly my eyes close and my ears open up, along with my mind, as you pour your soul out.
The deadbeats outside your door grow silent from their banter as...
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Hooves (by Request)
I stagger out from the bar and bask myself in the red neon and passing headlights. My feet drag and kick over the cans of a littered sidewalk while I brace myself on the shoulders of neighboring buildings. My head spins wildly from the spirits and my stomach wretches with the vile poisons. You’ve heard this one from me before, I’m sure, but tonight was different. I may be intoxicated,...
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Perfume, Roses, Alanna. (by request)
Window view of the old creek, where she sat in white casting red petals into the flow of spring rains, watching them float into day dreams.
Open fields and clear blue skies where we laid together, gazing out with dreamy stares and letting our souls dance in sunlight.
Quiet afternoons of pleasant smells and soft linens curtained by the faint light trickling in and how it would caress our bodies...
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I Apologize.....
Last post was accidently posted to the wrong blog, intended for my gaming blog instead. Also, I’ve been neglecting my work on here.
Taking requests: Gimme 3 words for a poetry topic. Any 3 words. I’ll abuse them and make it awkward for both of us.
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The Chaos Grenade: WYRED - Leaner, Meaner Edition →
Alright, I’m breaking standards here for a moment: Over on my gaming blog I released the latest version of a cyberpunk style role-playing game I’ve been working on over the past year. It’s light, but still holds some crunch, and fits in two PocketMod booklets. If any of you are tabletop gaming nerds (surely some of my followers are?) check it out. (And, follow The Chaos Grenade...
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Pink, Baby, Unicorn. (by request)
(For the record, weirdest request I’ve been given.)
The tender shade of love? Or, perhaps, the white-washed color of blood mixed with a succulent, white cream.
Emotions bled into the delicacy of your strange, sweet desire — liqueur of carnal bliss.
Chasing your strange fancies through the hedges of lust and losing in the chase. Baby, you are fiction.
You wear a unicorn...
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Bitter 12:44:12:11
Do I get to be the bad guy for you today? Am I the monster?
It’s funny to me, they say I make things better, it’s my strong presence.
But as soon as I have a bad day, or can’t deal, I can ruin it all.
In just a few words I devastate friendships and destroy many bonds.
Am I the monster? Do I hurt more than I please? Is this my true strength?
The Devastator. The one so quick...
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Harry Walker (for @Pavorst )
I knew the guy, Harry Walker, proud to stand, and quite the talker. He took the world on with a smile and loved to go the extra mile.
He was born to give a helping hand, always helping his fellow man. Never did he take much credit in being a hero: an emergency medic.
One fateful day, he met his wife. Pulled her from a wreck and saved her life. A year later, they were married with a kid....
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My Dark Comfort (by request)
Last night I heard the Devil yell at me to get in the car; “Don’t worry lad, you’ll be glad, we’re not going very far.”
So then we hit the road, must have driven out all night. Somehow I was behind the wheel when I saw that low-fuel light.
I pulled into a station, thought this had to be a joke. I went in and told the attendant: “Sorry M’am, but I’m...