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Sweet, cozy, and warm
Better than a catacomb
Swimming in nectar.
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Honey Womb
Published!
That’s one small step for my kind,
A giant leap from pen to published pages.
Boston, I have no problem shouting out my excitement:
Scribes, artistes, readers, people of the world,
Please consider reading Massachusetts’s Emerging Writers: An Anthology of Fiction
Because a short story of mine just got published!
Although it is “only” a short fictional piece, the publisher contacted me and asked if I would like to submit an entry. Legitimately a wonderful opportunity. I was approached unsolicited and my piece was chosen among others for final publication.
Do check out my story; and see what else Massachusetts has to offer:
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Love Lettuce
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Leticia loves looking at Lenny while they lunch in the library lounge over little bowls of lettuce. She thinks starting with the Iceberg lettuce will help break the ice. Her friend, Rose, recommends she follow up with a robust salad laden with Romaine lettuce to get the romance rolling. Alternatively, she could offer a plate of spicy arugula as Lenny is anything but a “regulah” guy. To match Lenny’s Boston accent, Leticia finds she has to offer a bolder fare. Let us hope that endive makes the perfect ending to their growing love for each other.
Crapper John
Inspired by various events
When sh-t happens,
Crap hits the fan;
No ifs, ands, or buts left unsoiled.
Hell breaks loose,
Time is squandered;
Stress levels up the wazoo.
Comfort comes at a premium,
Think Charmin vs. a generic product;
The john the only source of solace.
Downpour
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Wind lashed like the claws of a cat,
Rain poured without regard for the dead,
Bodies six feet under surfaced and floated,
Ancient ones were decayed,
The recently buried seemed freshly bloated,
So marks the beginning of monsoon season.
Horsing around with Charley
What a spaz,
Like an escapee from Alcatraz,
Wreaking havoc,
Going manic,
Twisting muscles,
Making me call out, ‘uncle,’
Cramping my style,
While raising my bile,
That Charley horsing around again,
What a pain!
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Thirst
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Parched throat like stale toast,
Mistaken for a raisin,
She’s a rag wrung dry.
