12 April, 2018
silk lines catch moon shine,
dark fisher trolls for morsels
10 April, 2018
Haiku poetic form
“That’s fifteen points, Frigid, F-R-I-G-I-D; righty.” Louise was way too perky a winner.
The other players shivered with cold blank stares.
Strip Scrabble, whose idea was that?
Louise needed to lose her fuzzy hat and her Simpsons mittens.
11 April, 2018
Frigid, a Second-helping
Eleanor stopped at her favorite diner for coffee, no cream, no sugar. Maybe a slice of cherry pie tonight, it was fabulous.
She didn’t get her dream part, yet again and the big party at the director’s home was celebrating the cast, the brand new cast, not her.
She imagined telegrams arriving in Ottumwa, Iowa, and Kyoto, Japan, with the good news.
No one in Indianapolis, Indiana would remember her name.
There was that one time when she was crowned “Froth Queen” at Mo’s Drive-In but she never let that go to her head.
11 April, 2018
“There it is again, just there, in the shadow of those boulders.” Brent was acting Corporal of Guides.
Marv was groggy, hardly awake, “What you sayin’?”
“It’s a light or a reflection, but with all this grey-ness it’s so vivid, luminescent even.”
“Luminescent, huh, this is the new you Corp? You’ve been too deep in them Pulpy stories, it’s probably ice reflecting light, light tricks is all.”
“It’s green and radiant.”
“Ain’t ice usually clear-ish? Here ya go, lemme get a scope on it.”
The light blinked once.
No one heard their screams.
4 April 2018