He keeps a lookout while his mate grazes the grass. Charges at me...honks at me if I get too close. He's got more freedom than I do, because he's got more guts than I do. A gaggle of his buddies are lounging on nearby parking spots. It's funny when they waddle across the street, oblivious … Continue reading The Gander
Author: Sonja Peterson
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Pink Salt
My dad's postcards!I found them in his nightstand...tons of 'em.Seemed he kept every single one that was sent to him.From friends and family all over the world. Some of the ones from Opatija were from me!"Daddy..." I wrote.I don't think I've ever said that word out loud. Wish I had stumbled on these while he … Continue reading Pink Salt
False Ending
"You know...we keep coming back. We die...but we keep coming back. Really we do." And off she went to fetch her new life, leaving her remains behind and a smile on its lifeless face.
The Soldier Goes Where The Paycheck Sends Him
Some wake! Just me and the man of the hour, Romaldo Junior, in a large cardboard box, wrapped in white blankets, a pillow tucked under his head, all prepped for the oven. Jesus looks down at him from his crucifix. "Take care of him, will ya?" The breathless sleep. "I'm sorry, Dad. Thirty years is … Continue reading The Soldier Goes Where The Paycheck Sends Him
Not So Strange Oddities
The gentleman the wing chair the driveway The single sheet of newsprint paper the lap the front page Bickersville Post Mr. Ramponie my presumption the new name plate the new mailbox The motion the hand the newsprint leaf the front page the Biggstown Tribune "Really?!" The clock-face window the garage door ten thirty The code … Continue reading Not So Strange Oddities
It’s In The Cards
the Five of Wands the Ace of Pentacles the King of Wands the Knight of Cups the Gameboard the Dice the Pieces the Chairs the Urn the Ashes the Leaves the Ground the Tree the Light the Front Door the Smile the Mantle the Cards the Tealights the Flowers the Pictures the Frames My Mommy … Continue reading It’s In The Cards
Earthlings
Earthlings Birthlings Darlings Fartlings Bliss, in your blankets in your cribs Baby! You've no idea what's in store Mother's frown will poison your heart and smear your soul Forever, you will ask What's it like? to have a mother who smiles at you
I’m dreaming of gallows…
"That damned Hollywood brat, who milks a trust-fund, who takes endless selfies, who reboots classics: he's the new mogul. My observations? They don't count...not to Junior. You're right, Sam. The world doesn't need any more writers. It needs more hangmen." Grace, from The Scenic View
Just you wait…
Just you wait and see.
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