Give up?

Give it six months she said.


If we can’t feel

a warmer sun,

budding branches,

flowered gifts,

give it up,

and take Spring.





This is a poem/short story in exactly 160 characters.  Read more HERE at Monkey Man's blog.   Write your own post on Sunday and let him know!

Sunday 160, Look what the low pressure system blew in

clear horizon a day away

I want to be

where sky touches trees

the wind whips my face

the ground meets me

scrambling granite

shouldering pack

leaning back

into the sky


Photo: D. Gross.

This is a flash fiction poem in exactly 160 characters with spaces included, all I have time for by the way.

Visit our host for the Sunday 160, Monkey Man, HERE, write your own, post on Sunday, and let him know!  My doesn't that feel better?

Sunday 160, leadership

Terrified by too many of them, holes in the tactical plan, only a backup prevented casualties.

I surrendered to a tiny hug, & an adoring grin after Sunday School.

(This is a flash-fiction poem in exactly 160 characters, spaces included. I cheated with the ampersand.  To try one, or see more, visit Monkey Man HERE . Post on Sunday, and let him know!)  For those fellow bloggers who follow me, these are rarely fiction.  I write what I know, and what takes me deeper into life by observing..........

Sunday 160 Accepting Motherhood

Solitary night

walled insight.

Hissing words

the dragon came.

Faced it unslain

burned to the core.

Ride its back

anticipate each tack

dousing fires

my offspring

devour.


This is a flash fiction/poem in exactly 160 characters, hosted by Monkey Man, post on Sunday, and let him know HERE .
This is VERY metaphorical, and no, my offspring are not dragons!  Three events brought the reality of motherhood to my awareness, and a dragon image emerged.  First, the "calling" that I would not be a spiritual leader after high school, but a mother. This was God's message to me, on a retreat.  Second, the actual labor and delivery should have killed me, and the courage to continue naturally felt like walking through dragon fire.  Third, the dangers our children face are sometimes self inflicted, by accident or intention, from playstructure fires to drinking and drugs.  The dragon flies on......

The clock said two, but it was only one. Sunday 160

Endless twilight

the bed sat up

the man stood down

tubes flushed:

food impasse

across a sterile tabletop

lesions grew

while the clock on the wall

ate the fellow raw.


(This is a Flash Fiction poem in 160 characters, spaces included.  The challenge is hosted by Monkey Man HERE. Try it yourself, and let us both know!
I am still trying to express the struggle of facing cancer and the ravages of chemo and prolonged hospitalization many patients experience.  Pray for this 30 year old.

Muse-seeking Rap-Blues 160

Take the jump

straighten the slump

work the hump

angrily stomp

feel yourself cry

slowly sigh

make a try

see how high

you can fly

This is a poem in exactly 160 characters, spaces included.  The challenge is from Monkey Man, HERE  for a story or poem, posted on Sunday, let him know and visit one other 160 .

The trick

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She moves hers to his

touches

now caught

in a weave.

They try hard to pull apart

but are held more tightly.

Supported in the middle

pushed together,

they are freed.



(what am I?)
this is a flash fiction in 160 characters.  If you want to meet the challenge, post on Sunday and let Monkey Man know  HERE and visit one other 160.

Fairyalchemy

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Fairy lights

moon-droplets

of elfin magic

from paper and mastic.

Gossamer wings,

rainbow swings,

dahlias cavort,

among St Johns wart.

Wise-women dance

men are entranced.

This is a poem in 160 characters, spaces included. Actually a true story, not fiction.  A magical midsummernight's dream party in a fairy garden with klesma folk music and contradancing. 

 If you want to meet the 160 challenge, post on Sunday, a flash fiction or poem in exactly 160 characters.  Let Monkey Man know HERE and visit one other 160 blogger.

Sunday 160 ode to ee cummings

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I saw a wind


in your eyes

evanescent thermal

on my cheeks

tossing air

in each hair

slap-stung

hissing grains

yield transient blows,

unrelenting,

waves’

sussurant wishes

Find your edge. Sunday 160.

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It’s time to

wake up

on

edge.

You

threw

thoughtless sound

bites.

Axes

conviction-sharp,

stuck.

Falling

to the ground

around me,

are blades,

dulled by mis-use

and neglect.

-just an old prose poem, fiction today, whittled down for the 1 year anniversary of Monkey Man's blog: Sunday 160 Flash Fiction challenge.  Visit his blog HERE and meet the challenge of a short story or poem in exactly 160 characters, including spaces! 

 Happy anniversary flashers!

Sunday 160 Genetic Galactic Genesis

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In the beginning

The Word


& 60 beats.


Let there be light


big bang, blink.


Firmament

dividing the waters


& mother’s face

from self.


Let land appear


& milkflow

from Pangea.












To find your place in the genesis of the universe, watch this from the Hubble Deep Field Telescope, and keep asking questions about our small blue planet. The 9th photo from the top is from a blank patch of sky, after focusing for almost 2 weeks. Billions of galaxies like ours, in one little patch of photography. (photo: Google images)  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcBV-cXVWFw

Sunday 160 Fetishes

Find inside

trigger of tides

trinket bears

rare cares

closure

ridiculous

switch wishes

everything off

never enough

food, feet,

salty, sweet?

Relief bleak

fetish

of the

weak.

This is a poem in 160 characters, spaces included.  If you want to meet the challenge, post yours on Sunday and let Monkey Man know HERE

Sunday 160

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You’ve got your roots in me,

tumbleweed or ivy.

Dig hard, I’m scarred.

Torrential or blazing,

broad or tall,

deeply me.

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To my friend, Shirley, on her 50th. Pruning her garden, blooming in mine.

Sunday 160 Challenge, write a story or poem in 160 characters, spaces included.  Let Monkey Man know HERE

Sunday 160

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Musing
What I know

Giggles grow

from

babies being

cousins cuddling

children spinning

teens teasing

women wine tasting

grandmothers gifting

logs lighting

spouses spooning.
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-( write a short story, ?poem? in 160 characters and spaces exactly, let monkey man know: http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/)

Sunday 160

Happy Birthday Dad

Daddy’s little girl
fought into her teens.
After college, she said upon parting,
“Love Mom, you don’t know how long you have together.”
It was a heart attack.
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160 Sunday Challenge

In and out
again moved
an irresistible urge.
She had to move
with the rhythm,
the breath,
and the motion.
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The kitten
came close
enough to bite
the party blower.
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-The Sunday 160 challenge is to write something in exactly 160 characters, including spaces.
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The place to check out for the rules is Monkey Man