slapdashmonuments
Joined Ficlatté in September 2014
233 stories, 1 challenge, 1 prompt, 230 comments, and 37 friends
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Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
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Connected by Love (1/3)
I'm torn, my dear. I don't know what to do.
I wish you were alive, that you'd respond
To guide me, a…
Published 10 years ago.
As it Was in the Beginning (2/2)
The details of my enterprise--my private toil--
You abused me each night, satisfied I was loyal
Savv…
Published 10 years ago.
As it Was in the Beginning (1/2)
---And this is the time when you send me back
Back over the junkyard, across the track
And under aba…
Published 10 years ago.
The Lilacs and the Tarpit
The lilacs blow along the banks
Not far from barrels, tubs, and tanks
They wave so gently in the bre…
Published 10 years ago.
The New Pickles!--A resumation and hexhumation
Well the new pickles of the litter got along great with me, we played tag and price and code and dea…
Published 10 years ago.
The new pickles! --An Enthusiasm
Dear Dairy,
Today was an awesome day! !
You know that carton of pickles in the back of our fridge, …
Published 10 years ago.
Ultimate Goal
But no, I’ll stumble on, on trembling legs,
In hopes this seething street leads me to rest,
And dr…
Published 10 years ago.
Finishing Line
The end I seek, I cannot see from here
I do not know exactly what I’ll find
Or even if I can suppres…
Published 10 years ago.
Sonnet: Rhymes first, poem second: Shakespearean
Title: The Spear Not Shaken
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I know your voice; your words are passing Sweet.
They cloy the …
Published 10 years ago.
Sestina: The Dashed Line (2/2)
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The cars soon sensed their venerable cable
Was slipping in its grip, as sky turned pitch.
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The …
Published 10 years ago.
Sestina: The Dashed Line (1/2)
From peak to lodge, too tightly stretched the cable;
It glinted in the dying light of fall-
Fresh su…
Published 10 years ago.
Friendship Anxiety
I hope that I can find a proper manner
To make new friends and treat them as they’d choose,
So they …
Published 10 years ago.
Downstream
As water flowed, it washed me all away:
The elements that made me what I am;
My hopes and visions,…
Published 10 years ago.
Gray Blind 4
With one socked foot, Rachael pressed against the glass door tentatively, listening hard. Her eye wa…
Published 10 years ago.
Gray Blind 3
Rachael's eyes could not focus. Where was the glass wall? Where was the bathroom door? It all appear…
Published 10 years ago.
