Catching A Ride

stolen from the web and altered slightly

In the back of a Garvlacken waste disposal craft was not where Bobby had pictured himself when he had his morning cup of coffee. Being recruited by the Bogē for what was essentially a suicide mission also was not on his morning mood board but at least it made some semblance of sense. Unlike his companion in the back of the disposal craft.

“So how did you end up here?” Bobby asked.

“As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.”

“Uh huh,” nodded Bobby, “That would explain the *ahem* purple guano.”

His companion smiled, rather woodenly.

“You’re gonna need this,” said Bobby, handing him a helmet.

The back hatch opened and expelled its contents, which included Bobby and his flowery companion, towards the sun. 

Bobby checked his watch. “Our ride’s here.”

This was a Prosery prompt from dVerse. The prompt – Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line from the poem.

The poetry line: “As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.” From the poem, “Wild Pansy.” 

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Solitude

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A delusion of emptiness
Sitting alone
         By myself in a crowd
 Listening to each single drop of rain
In a storm
    Beating against the window searching to get in
I say hello 
   Only to have the echoes ghost me
I sit alone
    In a crowded café
         As the storm
Rages outside
       Waiting for you.
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After All is Said … What’s left after you’ve been intimate? 30 poems that answer that question. Good, bad, worse & perfect. the responses to what happens after intimacy. Know what happens After All is Said …

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Hello Operator?

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Hello?

-Hello operator?

Hello. How may I help?


-Tell me that I matter.

And why would I do that?

-You asked how you could help.

And that would help?

-As far as I can tell.

But do you have a problem? Something we can help you with?

-Yes. It would help if you would just listen.

Then I’m listening. Tell me your problem.

-The problem is myself, the problem that I’m in.

We offer many different options. Anything you wish.

-If wishes were rain, I’d be a storm.

Does that mean you’ve made your choice?

-What choice do I have? What words could I form?

Perhaps I could transfer you to a customer service agent.

-Thank you for your concern. You’ve been so much more than kind.

You’re welcome. And thank you for using our AI agent.

This is from a prompt from dVerse: ‘What I’d like us to do this week is to employ dialogue (even if it’s just a line of it) to good rhetorical effect in our poetry. Another option is to simply write about the act of conversing (as in the last two examples) when it may be obligatory, welcome or intrusive, or conversational tics that charm or set you off. Whichever way you choose, let’s “dialogue it in”!’ Hope you enjoy it!

Trumped Up Views 4/5/25

I’ve decided to write a few micro stories about the US. Specifically about the President and politics. But not specifically about politics and the President. It’s more of a fictionalized version and people’s observation of it. But it kind of relates back to the present world and what’s going on.  

I just finished a micro story called Lost It. It’s about two guys in a coffee shop who have lost a lot of money due to the president’s actions. It’s really short. Mostly dialogue. But I hope you’ll take a look. There’s one I did earlier this year called Oh Democracy that’s set in the same world. Different characters and a different time. These stories are SFW, so you’ll be fine reading them on your lunch break. 😁

I think I’m going to do a running micro story “journal” of the events going on. Stay tuned and check back to follow along. They’ll probably be bi-monthly or maybe monthly. Rarely more than that.

A neon sign in light blue that says but first coffee.

Lost It – It’s about two guys in a coffee shop who have lost a lot of money due to the president’s actions. It’s really short. Mostly dialogue. But I hope you’ll take a look.

Oh Democracy – A few security people caught in an early January snowstorm see a crash.

A snowy street with snow covered street lamps

A Closed Book

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I can't read you 
Your eyes closed
Lids hooded 
Your heart is closed to me
Fleeting touch of your fingers 
Race across my skin
Fleeting beats of my heart
Within my chest 
You flee from me into darkness
Your lips have never touched mine
Nor have I held your hand in mine
Yet in my mind you linger
Like the frost of a cold morning
Before the sun rises to melt it away
Across the sky you and I
Will sail away
You and I, a mist of twilight fog
Burned by the brightness 
Of the truth of the morning sun
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Seduced By Seduction

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Seduction, sly mistress that she is
Slow, sensuous, serious biz
Slides up to you, whispers in your ear
Sensual temptations to allay your fears

     I can’t wait for her to whisper to me

Simple words for simpler pleasures
Secret acts of forbidden treasure
She’s a seductress, my favorite miss
Someone I need, can’t live without this

     I admit I’m addicted to her

Seduced by Seduction, trapped in her web
Spider with a smile, the vibes never ebb
Shower you with affection
Smiles a deflection

     I can’t lose when I play her game

Seduction, sweet Seduction
So much I long for thee
Seduction, sweet Seduction
So high above, must be heavenly

     I have been seduced by Seduction.

A prompt from dVerse – Personify the Abstract. “Transform the abstract into a human character or a creature. Give it human-like qualities, features and actions. … Use sensory details to bring it to life.”

I chose Seduction. Or perhaps I was just seduced into it. hehe The theme of seduction is one I’ve used often. Hope you enjoy.

I Give You Love

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I want to taste you
Your juices to run down my chin
Make my face the place where you rest at

I want to lick you
Listen as you moan
Make your kitty purr, smile like a cheshire cat

Give me your nectar
Sweet honey divine
Coat my tongue with it

Give me the pleasure
Of making you mine
With my lips on yours

You are my weakness
My greatest desire
Hold my heart in your hand

You are my first kiss
My only thought when the sun chooses to rise
My last breath 

Love burns in my eyes
When I hold your hand
Our bodies embrace

Love our heart ties
My heart you command
When I hold you face to face
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Hoot Goes the Owl

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Ah the moonlight shines down
Hear the hoot of the owl
A lovely sound within the night
To some it does give fright
Not to me I am quite safe
To a mouse fright should cause
For it’s life could soon be a loss

A dVerse prompt: Give a hoot about the rules and write us a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), including some semblance of the word hoot. Hope you enjoy!