Six word stories
Corona, sun’s afterglow, revealed by moon.
Bailey’s Beads, risk sight to see?
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Eclipse ’17
Too many people, too little light.
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About a Dog
nose, eyes, tail wiggle
Dog greets me at end of day
pure joy in motion
insatiable interest
the dog trembles as she waits
for the small rabbit
silver sunlight spills
over windowsill and floor
the sleeping dog sighs
Image by Robin Anderson
Dust
Dust, it is said, is made primarily of shed human skin. But is the dust in my house only my dead skin? Or has someone else’s skin come in?
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Eclipse
Selene and Helios, A Drabble by Becky
Selene’s love is boundless. Her dark seeks Helios’ light. Her cold seeks his warmth. She wants him to see her, gift her with a fraction of his intensity. He is blinded by his own brilliance and doesn’t notice her pale luminescence, though she is so close he could touch her. He only sees the other stars, distant in the firmament, but matching his glory.
She vows, “you will see no one but me,” and envelops his radiance in her ghostly glow.
Her love cannot hold. He breaks free. But she plays the long game, beginning her obsessive celestial dance anew.
Six word stories By Becky
Wizard’s work, subtracting sun, revealing corona.
Shadow passes over the USA, only.
Selene in dominance, Helios in hiding.
Syzygy-sun-moon-earth in line.
Sun-Moon-Sun- equal werewolf confusion.
Six word stories By Tor Harper
Oh look, the eclipse! I’m blind.
Preschool lesson, don’t stare at sun.
Ancients said panic, Oregonians say party!
lullabies
ropey clouds at sunset
played out over a beryl sky
the tide slipping out
in a quiet room
only the sound of pages turning
pen scratching paper
asleep in the cabin
the restless heart of the sea
echoes in her chest
Image by Robin Anderson
Watching
“Pa! They’re here.”
“Who?”
“The crows.”
“Jeez, Ma, give it a rest.”
“They’re watching.”
“What?”
“The garden. They’re watching, just waiting for the plants to grow. To ripen.”
“Ma!”
“Then they’ll do their dirty work.”
“Yer crazy, cut it out!”
“Pa! One landed!”
“Wait, Ma, no! Come back. Ah shoot! Crow for dinner again.”
Power Grab
A Dribble
Initial approach at glacial speed. Pause… Little fingers wiggle, signaling the final catastrophic lunge. Unsharable toy snatched
“Waaaaah!” Preschool sister mind offended by greedy brother.
“That’s not yours.” Parental judgment leveled on personal property rebel.
“Waaaaah.” Toddler mind fails to grasp adult-style values.
Mean Tide
She rode into town on a mean tide. Exhausted and dirty, she figured she was washed up, done for. But in the morning she changed her mind, cleaned up and put on the paint that made her feel young again. At an open air market she picked up a fellow and decided to go back to the old ways, the siren song, maybe lure him to his death?
No luck. Instead he placed her on a shelf with glass floats and a wooden fish.
Now she dreams of the sea.
Image by Robin Anderson
Suburban Haiku
craving solitude
I search a pink wilderness
the shopping mall
thrum of water pump
my neighbor’s carpets are clean
Stanley steams again
day closes in now
air redolent of evening
Hamburger Helper™
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