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Woulda
Coulda
Shoulda
Been either
A mover or shaker.
Instead
Settled
Disgruntled
Became neither
Just a lost dreamer.
Lost Dreams
creative writing
Grumble (50-word story)
Dee’s abdomen churned all day and seemed to bloat by night. She rested in discomfort. Hours later it was no better. A membranous sac of creepy crawly critters burst out of her belly. Goodbye. No more all-you-can-eat feasts for Dee, observed little Tommy, who had been feeding his favorite mouse.
The Whistleblower (six-word story)
Trussed up with seconds to go.
Faded Beauty
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Once a dazzler,
Called a stunner.
Years later,
Just a wheezer,
Waiting for the reaper.
The Custodian
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The clock strikes five. All the worker bees in Suite 320 suddenly come to life, shutting down their computers, tossing their empty coffee cups. Others lock up their drawers as if afraid somebody might steal their company-issued office supplies.
“Bye, Henry.”
“Have a nice weekend, Linda.”
“TGIF!”
Farewells among colleagues are exchanged; they give and accept their goodbyes like eager squirrels storing away their nuts for winter.
Less than five minutes later, the whole office is cleared. Sounds of rolling wheels break the silence as the little man behind a gray trash barrel comes in. As Head Custodian, he rips up all the computers, along with the desks and pitches them into the bottomless barrel. He has determined this last batch of worker bees does not work hard enough. They will not have a place to work when they return on Monday morning. He wheels away to the next floor to decide on the fate of the group in Suite 420.
Icicle
Frigidly fringed eaves
Nature’s ready-made dagger,
Straightened iced sickle.
Brute Pursuit
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O Valentine mine,
You pursue like a cheetah;
Treat me not as prey.
Nutso
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He: “I’m nuts about you.”
She: “You’re too nutty for me.”
He: “I got you nut ‘n honey cookies.”
She: “I got you nuttin’.”
He: “Want to watch The Nutcracker with me?”
She: “No, I’d like to crack your nuts.”
He: “You’re not so nice.”
She: “You’re nutso. Untie me!”
Five Haiku Poems – Double Standards / Identical Sins
Another wonderful collaboration with Poet Rummager:
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Inching close to him –
her ring fades in the twilight.
Shadows hide her sin.
Scarlet-lettered girl.
Tongues wagging, fingers pointing –
I’m glad I’m not her.
His ring gleams bright gold.
Power gives him what he wants.
Women sell their souls.
Toxic talk at whim –
entering and breaking hearts.
I wish I were him.
Identical sins.
Men being men; it’s all right.
Cast stones at women.
Haiku poems by Karina Pinella and Poet Rummager
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Adored Face
Part 3 of 3, see Part 2
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Ron surveyed the unit, satisfied his studio apartment looked tidy. He ran to the daybed to make sure he put in new sheets. This might just be the night. A light tap on the front door prompted him to straighten his shirt and greet his guest.
“You look great.” Ron swallowed, as he noticed the top two buttons of Ronnie’s blouse were undone, allowing a glimpse of cleavage.
He took her hand and led her inside. “I thought we could have our dinner first and then relax over there on the couch.” He gestured for her to sit. “Here, please.” He pulled out a folding chair from the makeshift table, made up of two TV trays facing each other.
“Pretty candles.” Ronnie commented on the centerpiece.
Ron thanked her, glad he decided to buy the two red votive candles instead of settling for his little electric lantern, seeing that the dancing flames looked more romantic than a LED.
He took out the meatloaf and mashed potatoes from the oven, relieved he had gotten to the grocery store on time before they ran out of dinner entrées. “I hope you like it.” He placed the food on the table and sat across from her.
“Thank you for making dinner. You’re quite the cook.” She beamed at him.
“I admit I’m a man of a few hidden talents.” Ron hemmed and hawed, as he bit into the meatloaf and found it to be dry. “Oops, forgot the music.” He got up and turned on the radio to a station that played instrumental music.
They ate mostly in silence, smiling at each other between bites. After they finished, Ron served cupcakes, which they quickly consumed. Almost bounding out of his chair, he guided her to the sofa.
“I’d like to read to you a poem I’ve been working on all week.” He took out an index card from his shirt pocket. Clearing his throat, he read:
“Roses are red, violets are blue,
Every day and every night, I think of you.
You opened the door to my heart,
Which I gladly give to you in a cart.
One slam is all it takes to make me say bye.
Then I cry because I’m a sensitive guy.”
Ronnie sighed and wiped an eye. “That is the most beautiful poem anyone has ever written for me.” Ronnie cupped his face and kissed him on the lips. “I adore your face, Ron.” They both held each other’s eyes. She started unbuttoning her blouse.
He placed his hand on her arm, interrupting her reveal. “Ronnie, I have something to tell you about me.”
She looked at him expectantly.
“I . . . I . . . ahem . . . I’ve never done it. I’ve never met anyone who liked me enough to . . . “
Ron felt Ronnie take his chin so he was forced to look her in the eyes. She smiled at him and said:
“Daisies are yellow, carnations are pink,
Let me tell you what I think,
You bring out the poetry in me
Flowing so naturally.
I see it as a sign
For you and me to entwine. “
Though they fumbled at first, Ron finally had his cherry burst.
With a flourish, Cupid bows after recounting his latest accomplishment to his rapt audience. “Thank you, all, for your loving attention. I’m overjoyed to see yet another match come together so well.”
[To read the beginning: see Part 1]
Karina Pinella 
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