slim cigarettes crystal ashtray on each table champagne flutes and martinis silk cocktail dresses t.v. sets Doris Day silky red bob fiery temper purse emptied pill bottles prescriptions on their way Monk and Gainsbourg converse like angels laughter is refined ladies don’t drink beer ladies sip on wine day in and night out four in the morning the child translates orders tiny soldier scrape the fields looking for a mother giving birth to self carpet facials the caresses turn blue and black little mommy takes good care pumpernickel toast French butter pats left on the bedside melting in the afternoon sun
Promote Yourself Monday April 8, 2019
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
alternative ending
a wishing well
the red door smokey
music of any generation blares
curtains coil in the caress of night
the sunken eyes cheeks moist with the dew
truth you are a liar gospel im lying to myelf
regrets im sure the devil had some scorn ive had my share
smoke puff he loves me ash flick he loves me not
clinking glasses last call some hearts stutter
can i bum a cigarette another asks halo moon
bamboo jade blackflag germs window mirror
fleeting time biting nails taxi drive
the way of good intention blocked
to the tunnel one more time
flick flick flick shoot
i guess i love me not
tiny dust bowl doll
supernova
the sun and the moon
shine simultaneously beyond the pale
rotating wildly then dreadful silence
Burlington Ave. Retirement Home
you’ve earned the right to sleep
after the end of battle
the mountains and the breeze
of change that do not fluctuate
all was traded some left to the side
the city of angels
is where you now reside
the dream of any freedom
that never was fulfilled
stolen from you your soul and your kʼuhul ajaw. past
Guajoyo in blood, Mozote in fire, Junquillo the same
sidewalk pillows and bottles as slaves
your problems have grown up
the leaving of stains in memories of women
of lies in the jungles with snippets of Monroe
the linens wasted pulp
shared by the poets and the popes
of a world so far away from you
wasting away in the alley of industrialized Golgotha
burlington avenue retirement home
Violet’s sisters
as the cars go by
we sit on the corners
of the public walkways
under tattered canopies
that used to be hanging gardens
and fields of golden straw
our chiffon gowns encrusted with rubies
are dwindled to greasy rags
crystal chandeliers and exquisite ballrooms
transformed to milk crates and cardboard boxes
dignity and the strength of spirit stand tall while
we grow accustomed to darkness
hey, Adam Smith?
drops of rain fall hard
red sweater by the side of
the road crushing cans
Zimmy’s Head
in dreams i can see inside of Zimmy’s head if i wipe my third eye i can hear the wind blowing in the waterfall if i stand on one leg i can tell how many eons the mountain will take to swim in the ocean in my delirium he asks me “well what did you see green-eyed one?” on my back i groaned the tiny crabs rise from their crevices i tremble as their tiny feet tinkle in the sand wiping my eyes with the tears of Mary i am overcome by the opening of the cave as if the Hand did unseal the jar to anoint me with freedom
Thursday photo prompt: Threshold #writephoto
This week’s prompt uses an image many years old. If you know where the picture was taken (and I know that some of you will!) please keep it to yourself until the prompt ends. 🙂
Use the image below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT) Wednesday 10th April and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up. There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows the view from within a cave on the sea shore, looking out onto a beach. There are the shadowy entrances of other caves across the bay and a waterfall tumbles down from the rocky cliffs.
All posts will be featured in the round-up on Thursday April 11th at…
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Pay It Forward Thursday – April 4, 2019
The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us. It a great way to share the love and pass it on to the readers. It also becomes a great pool for excellent reading stuff by your fellow readers of the WordPress community.
You are invited to post one link to one specific post of poetry, short story, or flash fiction, 300 words or less please, from someone else’s blog in the comments below.
Happy reading!
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