Flash Fiction & Poetry
Archive for July, 2008
Lament for Mamaw
Jul 31st
Some of the things we did when I was little would probably horrify Child Protective Services.
Car wheels on a gravel road, I remember vividly being four years old sitting on the arm rest of a 69 Plymouth whose floorboards had rusted away, no seat belt, let alone a car seat, More >
Just Because
Jul 13th
or, Sum Up Summertime, Poetically Licensed Sing-Song Meter Edit
Just because it’s summer, there’s not always a last rose Baseballs fly into bats, and bats fill up on mosquitoes Camping corpses marinate in DEET, but still they are a-slappin’ Pedro’s fire works, as does yours, and explosions are happ’nin’
Mother nature’s boiling More >
Talk To Jesus
Jul 4th
Pardon my blasphemy.– JG
Hi.
No, you’re not disturbing me at all. I always have time for you. In fact, I’m glad to hear from you… it seems to be kind of rare these days. I know you’re busy. I keep pretty busy myself, as you might guess. I’m happy whenever you More >
