Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry

Could Be A Novel

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Posted in Books & Stories, Classroom Notes, Fiction & Poetry

Mozart Got Silent

 

Where did he go?

Push play again that’ll do it

 

I knew that

 

I didn’t want to say that again, but I liked ‘Mozart got silent’, what ran through my mind when the CD stopped playing during naptime and I thought “hey this might be a good title…” What would follow was a mystery even until now.

 

It is getting late. Looking around it seems so dark then I realize I’ve replaced all the nightlights with soft glow bulbs keeping things demure, that gentle glow that appears dark against the stark brightness of the laptop screen. If I look away and tilt the screen forward I see their light. Nothing has gone out, a good thing seeing I have to buy a new package of bulbs after I used the last one just last night. There, I looked away again tilting the screen down to relax my eyes, peaceful and soothing, ah, that’s nice.

 

I am tired.

 

Maybe we’ll continue in the morning.

Maybe not

Maybe later

 

What could follow is a mystery even until then.

Define then

Whenever when

 

Mozart and me getting silent…

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Sayin'

Doing My Best

Falling asleep on and off all day to movies in between all the cooking I did. Dishes washed, place organized, wash on now drying, and I put another movie in to wrap it up. Nodded out through most of it so I popped it out, closed the laptop, settled in to the pillow and there’s no way I’m falling back to sleep.

Glad I hadn’t put it away…

Posted in Books & Stories, Family, Flashback And Memoir

Kids

 

Margaret-Anne spotted a bullet on the ground next to her grandfather’s shed. She picked it up, her little brother saw and came running. “Can we hit the back?” She thought about it. Being the older sister she was wiser. “It’ll explode. Dad might hear. He’ll take it.” She held it eye level. They talked about laying it on its side and hitting the back so it would shoot forward. Dad wouldn’t see that. He’d be proud they were so smart. “It won’t if we hit it with a rock” Geoff pleaded figuring the rock would smash it if it didn’t work. Simple enough. “Ok. Find a rock, let’s see if we can make it shoot” but dad who’d been standing on the other side of the shed overheard everything and walked around to them.

He took it out of her hand holding it for both of them to see. “If you succeed you could blow up your finger” he explained and then continued with how bullets are made, the physics behind why it’d explode that way, how they work best with guns unless there’s a problem causing them to backfire, the details of guns backfiring, so…  it’s best left in the hands of grownups. Satisfied with his lesson and knowing he’d impressed them he placed the bullet back into her hand, turned to walk to the house trusting them with it oblivious to the fact he’d lost both of them after 15 seconds of his lecture, which for kids is a pretty good attention span. He’d also fueled Margaret-Anne’s interest. She couldn’t wait for him to stop talking. Giddy because he hadn’t taken it away making it better than Christmas, she turned to her brother who’d almost fallen asleep standing there.

“Find a rock.”

As they turned focusing on the ground for the best rock, Margaret-Anne’s heart sinking a little because there weren’t that many rocks around the shed but didn’t want to let her brother down so she was thinking where else they could look, neither one noticed flabbergasted dad had spun around and was hastening in their direction.

 

Posted in Books & Stories, business, Just Poetry, Just Sayin'

Junkie

 

I want to buy things

But I have no money

My credit is done

Spent

Gone

Yet I peruse the catalogs

So convenient online

No one would increase my credit line

Not if they were in their right mind

As my credit score gently cries

More likely screeches in excruciating pain

I have this plan while I shop

Formulating in my brain like a tornado beginning slow spin

To pay it off in a snap

If I got two more jobs maybe three

In four months the light at the end of the tunnel would shine bright

Debt free

But working 20 hours a day could be fatal

Maybe not

How much time does it take to eat

Don’t need as much food as we think

And monks meditate give up sleep

The body rejuvenates itself with deep rest

When it starts feeling tired 20 hours are up

Begin again reborn again

Yes

Debt free would reign

Any way win-win bringing the same end

Shop hard or die trying

Is that a movie

Movies

I want Guardians 2 and the new Deadpool

What new ones have I missed

Are they available for purchase yet

Must check

Got to be getting close to the ultimate bad guy coming for the infinity stones

Oh

Look at that zip-front hoodie with the half sleeves

To the elbow

Perfect

I’m always pulling them or rolling them up

Love the lines

I wonder what colors

Let’s see

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry

The World’s A Stage

 

Sleeping at a friend’s

He wasn’t home but could use his bed

Day was it two a plane to leave

And the roommate came in looking for what

I was warned it could happen

Now I forget

But he stood and looked at me hard

I was fully clothed under a blanket

What did he expect to see

I wasn’t asleep eyes half-mast

I watched him looking up then down

Is this joker serious

Pornography clown

What did he expect to see

No victory here

I opened them fully shot a murderous glance

He noticed

Got what he came for and left

Tool

What a fool

I drifted into sleep

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv

Can You Write Sitting On The Wrong Side Of The Table

I thought to myself as I pinched a bug on the floor between my fingers shrouded with tissue. “Are you a bug” I’d asked. I’d given a chance at least. It didn’t attempt to move nor answer as I crunched its body then flushed the package away. It wouldn’t have a nice swim. It was dead unless of course sewage regenerates it like gamma rays do the Hulk. Won’t I be surprised when it looks me up.

Getting back to the question, I spun the laptop around to the spot I usually sit. Right now I can’t really say.

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Flashback And Memoir

Friendly Ghosts

“I wanted to give him vitamins

Yes I did

Don’t let me forget”

She sat staring at the salt lamp glow

For no apparent reason

No

She sat staring at the salt lamp glow

Was it because of Jimmy Stewart in that movie

He quoted Neruda throughout

“I had a book of his works”

She’d thought as she watched wishing it were still around

Or had recollection of what had happened to it

Did she leave it behind somewhere

“What am I watching

The lamp doesn’t move

Though improving quality of air”

She sat with that sleepy stare

And nothing has to rhyme either

Still she sat

“I want to give him vitamins, get up”

As she fixed her typos from two hands of thumbs

“May be a sign, no, it is a sign

Stop

Make a breakfast smoothie too”

That was it

She got up