on the far side of the river
where it curves
the water
pushes farther onto the land
and turns
it to mud
I write your name into it
with my foot
limping in half steps
the way wounded animals move
feeling your name
harden in my throat
I gouge the shape of it
into the squelching earth
over and over
until your facelessness
coats
the riverbank
first with my heel
then with a broken stick
and finally on my knees
I draw each syllable
out
with my fingers,
touching them to my lips
every time
it's
finished.
The beggar raps swiftly once, twice on her window. She takes something I assume lose change out of the cup holder by the mirror, rolls down the window and pepper-sprays the beggar in the eyes.
I make hideous, retching noises deep in my throat as my eyes well up and start rolling; she throws one casual glance at me, slaps me gently with her gloves as the car whistles away past the amber light and asks with a twinkle, 'something got in your eye?'
Favourites from January 2012 (Pt.3) by CarmenVeloso, journal
Favourites from January 2012 (Pt.3)
Literature
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ScreamPrompt #25, April 2012 by ScreamPrompts, journal
ScreamPrompt #25, April 2012
Fourth Month.
Four weeks.
Four stories.
Four thousand words.
For real.
:w00t: All prompts are live :w00t:
Here's what's gonna happen. I will list four prompts, one for each week of this month. Once a new week starts, the prompt for that week will be posted. Since I've been rather word-count heavy lately, we're taking it back to Flash Fiction. Because the prompts are going to be fairly simple compared to the past, I will be attaching a difficulty to each one, mostly to help you avoid leaping toward to most obvious initial ideas. Read on...
1) Format is important. This is something a little difficult to say to a poet: there are amazing poems out there that butcher formatting conventions like a boss. Thing is, if you're going to neglect a convention, don't do it for the lulz: give it a reason. Don Marquis is a good, clean example: his "Archie" poems contain no capitals at all. At a glance, this makes Mr Marquis look like an imbecile. I know I myself instantly despise people who do not use proper capitalization. However, Archie is a cockroach. He can't actually reach the SHIFT key. So the fact that there are no capitals just makes the poem that much more entertaining.
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i.
the world is brighter where
dregs of strangers' revels remain --
i keep this half-light for my own.
ii.
i'll stay until the wind sighs a scotch-and-smoke
cliché, til the Muscadet's slipped from the lip
of my wayward
hello.(i know you're there before you do.)
iii.
your night is told in
patchouli-pulse wanders; mine,
in whorls of liqueur-breath. come
close and i'll find the warp
through the weft, the trails telling tales
in synaesthesia --
Platinum Blonde's been 'round and gone.
iv.
(-- closer, find syllables strewn
in an exhale's wake; stolen from my throat-
ful of careless farewells, spin and sway
THE TINY TAG ON MY INSIDE FOLD OF MY JACKET SAYS "SG CHRISTOPHORUS HATCHENSON".
THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE SOMEONE I LIKE.
MAYBE I KILLED THEM FOR THIS JACKET.
THIS JACKET IS SOFT AND FITTING.
I AM PILOT. CAPTAIN CALLS ME PILOT, SO I MUST BE PILOT.
I FLY THINGS. I FLEW THE CAPTAIN ONCE ON A MISSION OF GREAT IMPORTANCE. WE HAD A SKY-ACCIDENT.
CAPTAIN SAVED MY LIFE FROM THE BURNING CARCASS OF THE FLYING COW.
CAPTAIN IS MAGIC, LIKE HARRY POTTER BUT MORE MAGIC.
CAPTAIN CAN STOP CLOCKS, I KNOW BECAUSE I'VE SEEN IT. THE COW'S CLOCKS AND DIALS FROZE IN PLACE WHEN CAPTAIN GAVE THEM A STERN LOOK.
THE MIRACLES OF CAPTAIN ARE INFINITE AND GREAT
ENTRY 3647:
November something something.
I've got to come up with a better system for telling what day it is. Maybe I could scrawl numbers on the back of my shoe? Nah, that sounds like something silly that Pilot would do.
I'm currently carrying a calendar that says 2012 on it, but I am pretty sure that these days aren't correct anyway to our year and Captain keeps scribbling things in the margins whenever I get distracted enough for the calendar to be snatched out of my hands. I found the calendar more or less intact and it's kinda impressive that it lasted from way back in 2012. It must have held some sort of personal importance to it's