The Sparrow #poetrybyglossarch

I open the window and

a little sparrow rushes in

with the breeze.

 

I reach towards the window –

Surely this bird

won’t be missed.

 

Wait, my wife says,

Let him go.

Think of the little children

Up high, beyond our reach

Flashing down to Earth

Faster, even, than lightning.

 

The window stays open and

the sparrow slips back out

quick and light as breath.

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Broken and Loud #FridayFictioneers

The strangest thing is how natural this all comes now, he thought as he considered the red splash of geraniums in the courtyard.  See how I’ve set the table beside me, he said to himself.  It’s as if the place settings are a field of battle: each regiment of forks, spoons, napkins, plates perfectly aligned against the enemy opposite them.  And the clothes. See how well I wear them as I pause before the guests arrive.  Look around you.  See how I’ve written my life in black and white: a broken record, playing broken, and loud.

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I’ve joined the Twittersphere as @glossarch!  Follow me, I promise I won’t lead you astray.  As for the story above, it’s based on a poem I coauthored with my friend Jay Reidy.  That last line is based off a brilliant edit he made to my original version.  Maybe I’ll post the poem someday.   Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below:

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Night Silence Desert #poetrybyglossarch

Night Silence Desert

I

Following the sunken sun
Into the depths of the West,
Venus scatters a handful
Of newborn stars.

II

Beneath the cowl of night
Silence awakens.

Stepping softly, she passes by
Without disturbing a stone
Or interrupting the flight of owls
On their nightly quest
For mice.

III

Silence lingers over the
Bones of the earth
Heaped under the rising sun.

And now these stones are baking
Like bread, and we are tempted
By visions of distant hills
That shiver and jump in tortured atmosphere
Like flames that do not burn
What they touch, and clouds gather
Over mountains paved in sapphire

Thunder steps across the hills
And the trees all
Shiver.

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Unthinking it

I saw her gazing at the road sign.
“Not from here?” I asked.
“Nope.  Landed in O’Hare an hour ago,” she said.  “Headed to Cali.”
“So you’re got a layover and figured you’d get your kicks?”
“No,” she said.  “I’m walking Route 66, heartland to coast.”
I just stared at her.
“Gotta unthink it, man, and just do, you know?”
She smiled at me and hiked up her backpack.
I gave her a whatever look and checked my phone.
Seven new emails.
When I looked up again, she was gone.

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My daughter sleeps quietly, the dogs do too, and though I should follow their example I write fiction instead.  Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below:

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Turning Back

I step outside
I raise my net
I catch the moon.

Like Joshua,
who stilled the sun-
He kept blood flowing
I’d stop it up.

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Last Snow

“Why’d you give me this name, anyway?” asked Last Snow.
“Your mother and I called you that because we brought you home in a snowstorm,” her father said.  “We figured it was the last one we’d ever see, and we were right.”
He smiled at her.  She smiled back.
“I heard there’s some rice left in Boston.  I’ll take the gun and head over.  You stay here, out of sight.”  He shaded his eyes and looked through the greenery at the empty street.
“It’s already New Year’s,” he said.  “Hard to believe, isn’t it?”

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The world turns, the Fourier transform’s still on my wavelength, and I’ve got just enough sleep to walk around but not enough to boot up whatever scraps of intelligence I had previously. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below:

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Shuteye

“We coulda jumped him somewhere else,” the man said. “Not right here in broad daylight.”
“Shut up and help me prop his bike up,” his partner said. “Lay him out next to it. Make it look like he’s napping.”
“Yeah, and how long will that fool people?”
“Long enough,” his partner said.
A thump. The man turned around and saw his partner topple to the grass. Then, just before he faded away as well, the man heard:
“Lay them out next to the bike. Make it look like they’re napping.”
A bird chirped. The world kept turning.

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I return after a lengthy intermission in my regularly scheduled programming.  This intermission involved becoming a father to a beautiful little girl named Evelyn.  But now (sleep permitting), I’m back in business!  Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below:

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