Stay tuned for details on the second edition of Poems for the Writing: Prompts for Poets.
Terrific micro by Francine Witte up at Jellyfish Review. via How to Teach Your Cat to Talk by Francine Witte
Terrific microfiction by Sarah Freligh. via The Last Christmas by Sarah Freligh
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:
Sometimes I stop, peering down the road and trying to make out shapes in the fog.
There is something hanging from the trees. Yellow eyes wide. Watching—
—“What are you?” I call out.
It grins wider, mocking me in my own voice
“Ore no kanojo?” I echo, “Maybe I should bring a bouquet for you.”
I looked away, into the trees and the mist. If I went off the path for a little bit—
just a two-hour vacation—
what would I see there?
A mermaid, twisting through the grey air,
or jewelweeds twined together with their friends?
I could catch a midsummer shower,
run with the wolves in the wilderness,
follow them to the edge of the trees and peer into oblivion—
It might be the best day of my life.
I step forward onto the road, flowing cherry blossoms catching in my hair.
Note: Teperov’s poem relies on song titles from Utada Ikaru’s album, Fantôme. For more on this writing prompt, view this blog-post:
The Fiction Pool offers excellent, daring, varied fiction in a lovely format.
(image from Cleaver)
Insights from Lynn Levin in latest issue of Cleaver—
First sign of the zodiac.
Recycling human refuse.
I am ruler of the underland.
Industry, and intelligence.
A prisoner of science,
With my body and my soul.
It is only language that separates us.