OLWG #38- When Did You Abandon Your Dreams?

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below is practice and practice makes perfect. This week’s practice became a drabble, inspired by my friend Ms. Rose. A word to the wise – don’t try to write a drabble if you’re pressed for time!

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I remember it well. It was January 1st 1967. That was the day I ran away from the ranch. I walked two miles to the highway, and left. I didn’t leave the gate open though.

After a week of hitching I arrived in San Francisco. I was out of cash; sleeping on the beach or in the park. The Be-In was there on the 14th. It was a 60’s thing.

There were thousands of hippies. I learned to “Turn on, tune in, and drop out,” I learned to, “question authority.”

I built new dreams that day.

I don’t miss Wyoming.


This weeks prompts are:

  1. I have extra suction cups
  2. a long black car
  3. ugh, did you see that

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OLWG #37- The Life and Times of Timothy J. Barr

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below is practice because I like to practice and practice makes perfect. This week the practice veered a bit to the dark side. They had cookies here though so all was not lost.

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Slowly Belle became aware of the loud buzzing from her alarm. She swam doggedly to the surface of her deep sleep and slapped at the thing. She slapped it again, and again, and again until finally it was silent. The heels of her hands gravitated, as though with minds of their own, to her temples; where she pressed hard and somehow hoped to ease the pain in her head. She peeked out from behind an eyelid and immediately slammed it shut again but not before she caught the blessed sight of a long, lovely neck of glass, a Vodka bottle on the bedside table.

She groped for it and drank. Drank until there was nothing left. Disgusted, she dropped the empty bottle and as it slid from her finger tips and clanked on the floor she managed to open her eyes; just barely, and turn away from the window. That was when she realized that she wasn’t alone. She stared at a distinctly masculine back, next to her in the bed.

“Damnit!” she searched her memory, “Who? How?”

She looked around in slight panic but was relieved to see the familiar surroundings of her room. The floral arrangements, torn from the pages of magazines and thumb tacked to the wall above the bookshelf, the pile of dirty clothes in the corner, and the broken closet door that didn’t move.

“Hey,” she nudged the man next to her in the bed. She got no response so she prodded harder with her elbow, “hey!” When there was still no acknowledgement she struggled to sit up.

Realizing that she was naked she pulled the threadbare blanket up to cover her breasts and leaned over the man who lay beside her.

“Wake up,” Belle growled, “you can’t stay here.” She was curious to see who he was so, when he still did not respond she grabbed his shoulder and pulled. He rolled over, onto his back and she saw it was Timothy Barr.

“Oh, Jeeze,” Belle rolled her eyes heavenward as though looking for forgiveness. Timmy was the mail boy from work. She wasn’t sure if he was even twenty-one. She shook him.

“Timmy? Wake up. You gotta go, kid.”

Still no response from Timothy, he simply lay there with his mouth open and his eyes not quite shut. He was still – too still. Belle realized that he wasn’t breathing.

“Ahh shit, not again” she lamented. She swung her legs out and put her feet on the wooden floorboards. The floor was cold, but she made her way to the bathroom where she filled the sink with cold water and dunked her head; rubbed the chill on her face until she began to feel human again. Back in the bedroom, she pulled the blanket off of her dead companion and studied him. Hoping she might be mistaken. Hoping he might just be drunk or still sleeping.

She slowly got dressed and rolled Timothy Barr in what remained of the blanket. He’d have to stay here today till it got dark, but when it got dark she could take him out to the wood. She’d leave him with the others and hope that he wouldn’t be missed too soon.

Belle grabbed her keys and her handbag before she stepped out on the landing and locked the door behind her. At the bottom of the stairs she went south on Haven Street and trudged through the morning drizzle. She stopped in at the corner store and bought a pint of Vodka then continued on another half block to the diner. She wanted eggs and sausage. It was going to be a long day and she was going to have to get another blanket. It was supposed to be even colder tonight.


This weeks prompts are:

  1. not today, thank you
  2. don’t know enough about it
  3. hush

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OLWG #36- Warp and Weft

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below is practice because I like to practice and practice makes perfect. Do you see what I did here?

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it is Oh Four Hundred

i sit down with pen and pad struggling to be poetic

and control is rigged for red

i’m determined not to get sucked into a style or force it on my writing, but

when i open the lower fairwater hatch and

decide i want to weave two ideas into one

i climb to the top of the sail. meanwhile

i break my own rule

the boat is making turns for minimal headway and

before even beginning

beneath my feet a skilled helmsman changes depth to broach the ship

apparently, i have no regard for rules, even if the rule is to disregard the rules. two separate trains of thought that seemingly go opposite directions on a single track. hell-bent on collision, so i await the inevitable and

when I get the word; i crack the upper hatch ducking my head to keep the salt water from my eyes. chill, crisp arctic sea air greets me. it smells of fresh baked bread or perhaps its smells of a woman; something nice anyway. the aroma is wonderful, but i have no time to enjoy it

i sense failure, but

there is work to do

i’d best get on it else i’ll have to settle for less than what I crave


This weeks prompts are:

  1. Milwaukee
  2. right at them
  3. the high cost of loving

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OLWG #35- AHintofWoodSmokeinEarlyMorningAir

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below is practice because I like to practice and practice makes perfect.

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Waking, I try not to change the way I breathe. My eyes remain closed. I listen but the clittering of crickets is all I hear. Listen harder – is that an owl?

Yes, yes it is; sounds as if he might be down by the mill.

I pick up the scent of smoke, but it’s faint, like dying coals from Henderson’s shitty stove. The one he uses to heat his house. I believe he bought it at Walmart or Amazon; it’s not a very good one but he says, “It’s good enough.”

There is nothing else that I can sense. I hover, reaching out. What woke me?

Slowly my eyes open, and I note that the room is still dark. I search, and in my periphery I see the glow of the clock beaming from the bookshelf, where it normally sits. It shows the time, just after 2:00am.

Through the window I see the moon hovering behind the bare branches of a birch; it reminds me of a coffee stain or a scorched crescent on a piece of newsprint.

Ever so slowly, I inch my hand over until I encounter warmth. It’s the glow that emanates, shines from you. You are still there. I’m relieved.

 

I don’t know why: I don’t know why I’m always afraid you’ll be gone when I wake. Every time I find you still here – I’m amazed and I rejoice.


This weeks prompts are:

  1. The epic properties of ordinary
  2. Can you hand me that please
  3. fraught

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OLWG #34- Shine

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below is practice because I like to practice and practice makes perfect.

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i have a bucket full of sunshine
collected in the upper lea
on a clear Summer day
a clear day with a light breeze
perfumed with the scent of wildflowers and fresh hewn grasses
i’ll take it to the farmer’s market and
offer it for a smile, on this cold, cloudy Winter day


This weeks prompt is only one:

  1. ghosts in the fields

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OLWG #33- No Practice

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below is missing this week. Practice makes perfect.

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Sorry, no practice this week. I have visitors from Brazil this weekend. Great to see them! Please enjoy the prompts.


This weeks prompts:

  1. One of my favourites
  2. What could go wrong
  3. bandleader

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OLWG #32- Romance is Stupid and I Hate It

 Are you guys staying warm and dry? I hope so.

Here in Santa Cruz, we received very little rain on Saturday. Friday we got only about two inches and the day before that only three quarters of an inch. Passing showers are forecast for Sunday but not much precipitation, to speak of. High temperatures are hovering at about 60 degrees Fahrenheit. I can’t complain too much!

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below is just practice for me. Practice makes perfect.

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The plan had been in the making for weeks. Finally the time was right; there was elegant food, an attentive wait staff, candlelight, starched white tablecloths, and sparkling wine. She sat across the table ignoring the feast as thumbs pounded mercilessly on the screen of her phone. Her dark hair was cropped into a short bob so when she opened her eyes wide and smiled her crooked little smile, she looked like a Lego girl.

Boys love Legos. Men loved her. She broke my heart when she saw the ring and heard my plea. She laughed. Then she scowled and set her phone down, staring.

“Please don’t be texting,
while I’m proposing.” I said.
“I wasn’t texting
I was playing Candy Crunch,
and now I’ve lost this level!”


This weeks prompts:

  1. hitched up his trousers
  2. there are no rules
  3. oh, I have tea too

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I have written a Haibun, of sorts. The prose is accompanied by Tanka instead of Haiku but that is not really much of a deviation. My subject matter and the flippant tone of the piece demonstrates a hint of irreverence. Matsuo Bashō is undoubtedly rolling over.