(Last Sunday: Two of the six teens Chartan drove to the prom are missing; Brazil concentrates on taking Russian prisoners to a detention center.) Although Chartan tried not to wake Gina when he entered the apartment, she stumbled into the kitchen, fresh from a deep sleep. “You’re late,” she said. “Everything okay?”Continue reading “The Adventures of Chartan: A Name”
A ladybug on a peony goes Where it wants In this great big world of ours. Sure, it could be crushed by a human Or, eaten by a crow But maybe not, That’s what it hopes for In this great big world of ours. And then a man bursts into my room and saysContinue reading “This Great Big World of Ours”
The Deep Wound I’m going to a cabin Somewhere To write Haiku And drink coffee While removing the bullets From too many years of Losing myself In the unimportant. It will take years To heal the deep wound Of missing the first snowfall On the lone cedar. — The Backstory I grew up inContinue reading “Poetry: The Deep Wound with backstory”
Answers forged from countless errors in judgment, temperament and desires Arrive late in life, almost cruelly in how their perfected wisdom Obliterates mistakes that caused anguish in years past. True answers, impossible to foretell, require forgiveness and acceptance So the fanfare of everyday life becomes an unexpected gift from a stranger, The simplicity of theContinue reading “The Answers”
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Watching TV Before turning on the TV Think how wisdom Is knowing you don’t have forever, Maybe no more Than tomorrow, If that, To do the best you can For the moment you’ve been given, Like witnessing the full breach of a whale When others only see the explosion of white water Or nothing atContinue reading “Poetry: Watching TV”
I need time to think, thought the squirrel, High up in a tree in the middle of winter. Yes, it was the exact center of the season When collecting acorns Should be done. But he had none. Months of play Did so pass Until he was Out of gas. Kaput Without A nut. Maybe thinkingContinue reading “Poetry: The Thoughtful Squirrel”
A father confronts his daughter when she says she’s going to a protest rally…read it at http://twivelist.wordpress.com. Fast Fiction from 67Steffen every Sunday.