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Six word stories

“What’re we gonna do, dad?” “Run.”


She liked him. He was purr-fect.

“Don’t lose faith, okay?”
“Okay.”
Asshole.


The President hovered between the crosshairs.

Guitar for sale – no time anymore.




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Haiku 5

Sudden fluttering taken to the sky like a pale wingbeat heartbeat

Haiku 4

In death, a moth glides. Silken shadows still dance off wings - broken, and still.

Haiku 3

What I want today is not the same as yester days rustle past me

Haiku 2

Endless crashing dark, whose whispered secrets are kept; hear how tiny me:

Haiku 1

Her silks catch my eye flutter like you and glimmer I am so caught up

"I am the wolf."

I am the wolf that fetches the bones of truth.
I am the wolf.
I am he who brings back bones of Truth, Truth dug from the void of my imaginings. Or torn from the marrow of my emotions, from the living heart of lived experience.
Hackles raised, I rise up in howling defiance, tearing into everything the eternal Enemy throws at me. Seldom am I faced with more than paper tigers. Sometimes, though, sometimes the threat is real. Sometimes we must go to war, willingly, and suffer the stings and arrows of our Enemy. But even this I will bend to my advantage.
Even these bitter barbs can be plucked free and chewed on as sustenance. Food for thought, to feed the life of the mind. Given Time, every wound of war will hurt only as memory, will callous into yet another scar across my snout. And I'm cool with that. She-wolves dig scars.
It's taken a lifetime, but I've learned to laugh. Even in the reeking jaws of death, even here, learned it the hard way. I know now to dance beside the grave of eve…

Reading

writing is like using your soul as a mirror while you cut out a piece of your heart and ignore your mind
screaming
is like using your soul as a mirror while you cut out your heart and ignore your mind

Writing is is using your soul as a mirror while you cut out a piece of your heart and ignore your mind screaming writing is like sticking your fingers in to pry out something pulsing writing; writhing: "Writing is quite something."