Write a flash fiction or poem based on items in your junk drawer (or one of them!).
A Regular Occurrence
by Ethan Johnson
Where is it?
A ball of twine,
Where is it?
Some rubber bands,
A bit of sand,
And a bottle of shoe shine,
Where is it?
Three dead bugs,
A magnet of a pug,
And a dust bunny or nine,
Where is it?
And an air freshener pine,
Where is it?
I need to find it soon,
I should have left at noon,
But I just cannot leave the house without IT!
Letter My Rapist Never Sent Me
by Cordelia David
I guess I still don’t get it
In the end, wasn’t it worth it?
You said you wanted to hang out
I made the obvious conclusion.
I am sorry I hurt you, I guess
that much I know.
I thought your no’s
were a tease
and a possible please.
You liked it when I kissed you
And you giggled when I pulled away.
The Rohypnol in your glass on the tray,
Was a gift, to make it easier on you.
So when I finally grabbed your hair,
golden strands curled ’round my hand,
and forced you to your knees
I didn’t mean for the carpet
to rub so coarsely on your skin.
And I guess I’m sorry you cried
I didn’t know you’d never tried.
When you told me, I thought you were joking
After all, everyone does this type of thing.
I was a skyscraper standing over you
Your pulse raced beneath my fingertips
As I squeezed your wrists
and your salty tears mixed well
with the cum and sweat trail
scarred on your lips.
And maybe I held a little too tightly
for purple pearls curled lightly
Around your too-thin wrists, bones
with their flimsy fabric torn apart.
And maybe I shoved a little too hard
When I tried to force your lips apart
But the blood looked so pretty slippin’
past the ripped clothing of your shirt.
When you finally managed to stand,
should I have walked you to the door, hand in hand?
Or let you walk away shamefully
as you did in the end?
Maybe I should have said thank you,
I never did get the chance
And for that I’m truly sorry.
From Savvy Verse & Wit
Poems for the Writing contributor Rina Terry has a recent ekphrastic poem, “Playing My Blue Guitar,” up at MacQ 4.
A Hero’s Words to Zelda
by Peter Chong
In the video game The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, the hero Link tries to rescue Princess Zelda, who is holding the evil Ganon at bay and waiting for the hero to finally put an end to it all.
Those golden, silky threads
And those pointy ears protruding from the sides,
Your name itself, Zelda
Is enough to smite the fears that seek to swallow Hyrule.
You would think the sun to be the source of that radiance.
But that light has always concealed
The calamity looming over your head.
The pressure, a dark force crushing you beneath its dark heels.
His robe, wrapping you up until you suffocate.
That crown, demanding only excellence and perfection.
That crown, being your father.
Meanwhile, I am powerless, only to bow down beneath his feet,
To bend my head in shame as I can only listen to your knees hitting the ground
And teardrops being the only sound to break the silence.
But I’ve been constructed to expel the parts that show weakness.
To serve the king diligently without question, is what a knight should do.
Even if I feel the slightest vibration in this vacant chest, I brush it off.
I raise my sword when harm wants to drive you deeper into pain
But when it comes time to seal away the demons that reside in your heart
A hero’s sword is worth nothing compared to words that can fix what has come apart
And I remember our moments by the tree overlooking the castle
As I cut through the air in preparation for what lays ahead.
Nothing could prepare me for the next moment,
When you asked me, why do you stay so silent?
For a moment, I felt like a nonexistent past looped through my mind,
As we would stroll together through the woods
Picking sunshrooms and catching frogs,
It was like the breath of the wild was upon us
But only for a brief second.
For more ideas on “Superhero” poems, check out: http://www.cleavermagazine.com/tag/lynn-levin/
A Free Virtual Tour of Award-Winning Poetry Prompts with Valerie Fox and Lynn Levin, authors of Poems for the Writing: Prompts for Poets, Second Edition
On Zoom, Tuesday, July 14, 2020 at 2:00 p.m. An email invitation with Zoom meeting information will be sent to all who register. Participants are invited to join the Zoom meeting starting at 1:50 p.m. The event will start at 2:00 p.m. sharp. The virtual book tour will last 20-30 minutes and will be followed by a Q&A with the authors.
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Valerie Fox (The Rorschach Factory, The Glass Book) and Lynn Levin (The Minor Virtues, Miss Plastique), co-authors of Poems for the Writing: Prompts for Poets, Second Edition, a finalist in Writing/Publishing in the 2020 Next Generation Indie Book Awards, will inspire you with their classroom and workshop-tested poetry prompts. If you are a poet, this sampler from the book will reward you with a trove of ideas to enhance your practice of poetry. If you are a teacher of creative writing at the middle school, high school, or college level, you will pick up exciting new tips that will add both depth and fun to your lesson plans. Be prepared to take notes and be inspired. Copies of Poems for the Writing: Prompts for Poets, Second Edition (Texture, 2020) are available in-store or online at the Doylestown Bookshop. Click here for more information.
via Submissions Theme: Lore Deadline Sept. 29th, 2020
Day6 – Moonrise
- Better Better,
i liked you best;
have you come up with an excuse for me?
- I Like You
though i think we keep dancing
- What Can I Do
except stay in my routine?
—i’m not going to break my own comfort for you
- I’ll Remember
all the missed moments,
—all the stolen stares
stop this, you’re leaving soon!
—he gave no hints anyways
- Be Lazy
be cautious, be careless, be myself
maybe the cycle will never break
- Hi Hello
yes, it started this way
you never asked me my name then
- I Loved You
but perhaps its the same way i loved
—everyone who came into my heart
- When You Love Someone
doesn’t it show in your eyes?
—i thought everyone could read mine
- All Alone
in this sterile room
—i have so much space to think
out all my thoughts onto graph paper
—i’m trying to reach a conclusion
- I Need Somebody
i needed a body
—it would be unfair if i “loved” you
- I’ll Try
to stop myself from going farther
—beyond just physical affection
Note: Hymms’ poem relies on song titles from Day6’s album, Moonrise. For more on this strategy, view this blog-post: