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Spiritual Crisis

Posted in Poetry, Short Poems, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on February 11, 2019 by dustus

Writing kept me sharp
Tempers my dull mind
But this is not the type of note
That makes me feel alive

Deepfake Tribulation

Posted in Flash Fiction, writing with tags , , , , , , on February 1, 2019 by dustus

Whiskey-shooting away professional tormenting failure, The Plaintiff, slipped fumbling sideways off a sky-high cliff.  Your Honor, his fractured ego denied having been pushed!  As if privacy exists in our defamatory deepfake world.  Consequently, it took many arduous years of gradual rehabilitation before self-loathing dried and creative fire reemerged furiously brighter than The Defendants’ life-threatening malice.   

 *Fiction in 55 words = #flash55

Dawn

Posted in Blog, Poetry, Short Poems, writing with tags , , , , , , , on January 26, 2019 by dustus

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I see her smile in my dreams
Making up lost time
She whispers that she’ll never leave
‘Til dawn wakes up my mind

I wonder where this vision goes
And rather close both eyes
For another glimpse of heaven
Which seems fleeting like our lives

 

The Fall of Snow

Posted in Poetry, Short Poems, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , on January 24, 2019 by dustus

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Even when I questioned my decision
That voice inside my head pled don’t let go
And while what is done allows for no revision
God I miss Lansing and the fall of snow

Sunflowers

Posted in Poetry, Short Poems with tags , , , , , , on January 22, 2019 by dustus

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Sunflowers do wilt
Petals will shed
But when roots are not shallow
They may thrive again

 

Night Walk on the Beach

Posted in writing with tags , , on January 15, 2019 by dustus

Skipped a flat stone over the ocean-glazed tidal withdrawal spot.  It’s raw, chilly, so misty tonight. Put my hoodie over head to cover the back of my damp neck. I stop shivering. There’s a faint seaward scent of saltwater and fish harboring the breezy seascape air. Moist deserted sand sticks to my sneaker sides as if they were breaded…. Nobody else appears here.

The ink-bleeding Gothic sky seeps through a milky wash of fog like an apparition suspended above the healing waves crash. There initial roar, successive splashing, all chiming into a murmurous drone reverberating the cascade of whitecap crests collapsing into the sprawl of sea foam bubbles…. And I keep thinking I feel at home now, yet believe it matters less where one’s soul finds rest…. So long as it inevitably does.

Batterson – #FridayFlash fiction

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , on April 28, 2011 by dustus

Former Drill Sargent Haines boots him out for dropping F-bombs…. Freshman returns following morning. Haines halts him at the threshold.

“Change your attitude?”

“Fuck off!” Kid pulls a blade.

Haines decks him and the knife disappears.

Haines’s cuffed; marched outside….

Cop asks, “Where’s your car?”

“Over there.”

“Get in and don’t come back to Batterson.”

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Venus reads Wittgenstein (#FlashFiction)

Posted in Flash Fiction with tags , , , , , , , , on March 10, 2011 by dustus

Burnt coffee and B.O. headache. Inside it rains; drips into scattered pails. Spectacled, natural beauty who reads Wittgenstein on break slips into the storeroom; then returns past with semi-transparent white trash bags stretched from empty cups and pastry. Venus takes out the garbage—I muse, convinced the yuppie broker wraps her life in birthday fur.

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