Writing Forums - Blog Entries - Blogs


View RSS Feed

All Blog Entries

  1. Make the Connection Mr. Obvious

    Make the Connection Mr. Obvious


    Have you talked to her lately?
    You know,
    that lady who birthed your children?
    The one who sits beside you
    when you're driving around town
    paying bills, and banking.


    You probably thought
    it was just the speaker rattling
    in your car-
    that annoying, scratchy sound,
    the one you just tune out
    and think,
    “I'll have to fix that someday.” ...

    Updated May 9th, 2010 at 04:54 AM by Gumby

    Categories
    Uncategorized
  2. Strangers Hate Me

    Hate me once, shame on you. Hate me twice, probably just a coincidence.
    Hate me three times?.. What the hell am I doing wrong?

    There must be something about my conduct, or my face, or my essence - that some people just can't stand.
    The other night I was pulling into the supermarket parking lot, it was after 6pm and it was dark.
    A man was lurking in between cars, playing the invisible pedestrian game.
    As I pulled into the lot, I stopped to let him walk ...

    Updated May 7th, 2010 at 03:48 PM by Like a Fox

    Categories
    Uncategorized
  3. Pine Tree Lucidity

    For my dad, who just turned 83. Happy Birthday Dad!

    Pine Tree Lucidity


    Dad says his favorite dream place
    is beneath his old pine tree.
    While leaning back against the bark,
    he hears wind symphonies.

    I watch him from the window-
    his eyes closed, his face serene.
    His life-worn shoulders rounded,
    rough hands resting near his knees.

    There's a secret in his stillness,
    a something, I can't see; ...

    Updated January 29th, 2020 at 02:41 PM by Gumby

    Categories
    Poetry , Poetry
  4. Is That The Worst You Can Do part two

    More or less adult content disclaimer:the following story is extremely bad, and also contains some scenes of a not-so-graphic but sort of sexual nature.

    Spaghettio
    Blimpetto toiled in his workshop, day and night, working on his newest creation. Little by little, the small wooden toy took shape. He had a little hat and pointed ears and apple cheeks and big blue eyes and a short round nose atop a chunky little body and ...
    Categories
    Uncategorized
  5. Is That the Worst You Can Do?

    A selection of intentionally bad writings.

    Squatched

    It was a dark and stormy night, like many other dark and stormy nights.

    The sun had gone down, and there was wind and rain. But this night was different.

    Creatures scurried furtively through the underbrush, running away from the presence that had appeared there in the woods.

    A tongue appeared at the corner of Loupe's mouth as she ran, wind-whipped branches flaying her alabaster
    ...
    Categories
    Uncategorized
  6. Fallen Earring pt two

    Carefully locking the deadbolt behind him, Roger left the house, shaking his head at the state of his siding. Once it had been royal blue, but time and weather had reduced it to bluish gray. “I’ll have to get that taken care of,” he said. “Maybe the new album will get some money coming in.”
    He unlocked the car, a twelve-year-old Nova in babyshit green, and stowed his guitar in the back seat. The vintage V8 roared into life as he turned the key, without depressing the gas pedal. ...
    Categories
    Uncategorized
  7. Fallen Earring

    Fallen Earring
    A novel by Duane Pesice
    updates posted weekly
    last update 05/04/2010

    prologue
    As in the old saw about the kingdom and the nail, things often depend on chains of circumstance. The more tenuous the link, the more tangential the connection, the more likely that something interesting can happen. Often the smallest event, the tiniest detail, can cause the largest change as
    ...
    Categories
    Uncategorized
  8. She Wears a Flower in her Hair

    Rosie Cahill is a crazy old bat, with swollen man hands and a flower in her hair.
    She says that she's an artist, a dressmaker, and she used to be quite pretty.
    She sometimes wears a lot of make up and says she thinks of me when she puts the blue on her lids.
    But hers isn't neat like mine, and she sweats a lot.
    One time I had to give her my mirror and a tissue, because it was streaking down her face and I knew she'd cry if she got home and realised.
    She cries enough ...

    Updated May 3rd, 2010 at 04:39 PM by Like a Fox

    Categories
    Uncategorized
  9. Paean

    In honor of my lady's birthday yesterday, I humbly submit this further example of what I call verse:

    Paean

    As I sit...
    Missing you
    As I stand...
    Missing you
    As I lie...
    Lonely again, missing you
    And the scent of vanilla wafts through the air
    I remember:
    The first sight of you
    The first half-shy smile
    Our first embrace
    The feel of you against me
    and the promise of tomorrow ...
    Tags: moderan, poetry
    Categories
    Uncategorized
  10. False Idylls

    Because I'm feelin' brave, here's an example of what I laughingly call poetry. This piece was originally published in a slightly different form in a now-defunct printzine called atmosfearics, way back in 1983.

    False Idylls

    the revolution will be televised
    the revelations will be disseminated by covert action
    read between the lines
    disinformation will be commonplace
    this information will be available for public display
    in keeping with the
    ...
    Tags: moderan, poetry
    Categories
    Uncategorized
  11. Cashies Serenade

    In my office my hiccupping co-worker and I just got serenaded by a man in a purple T-Shirt.
    His eyes were crossed, his jeans were acid-wash, and his tune was half-baked at best.

    He asked first if he could sing to us, which was nice.
    Other times I've been serenaded against my will by shirtless boys and air guitars.
    Today he asked, and I said, "For how long?" He said, "For sixty seconds."
    "Go ahead then."

    He sang ...

    Updated April 30th, 2010 at 07:37 AM by Like a Fox

    Categories
    Uncategorized
  12. The Big Dumb Object

    The Big Dumb Object is a science-fictional plot device, as described in the linked wiki entry. Examples would be the Ringworld, Rama, Gaea, or Jack Kirby's Ego, the Living Planet.

    I got to thinking, while driving cross-country and sucking caffeine to stay awake, about big dumb objects. More specifically, I started thinking about the planet Carcosa as a big dumb object. Carcosa is an Ambrose Bierce creation that has ...
    Tags: horror, moderan
    Categories
    Uncategorized
This website uses cookies
We use cookies to store session information to facilitate remembering your login information, to allow you to save website preferences, to personalise content and ads, to provide social media features and to analyse our traffic. We also share information about your use of our site with our social media, advertising and analytics partners.