cold night –
wispy cloud
veils Venus
haiku 202
Fiction: Zero Emission
He had turned away from her.
She snuggled up to him, weighed the moment, and forged ahead. “You know … you could always ask the doctor about Viagra.”
He sighed and buried his head under the pillow.
Quotable 89
Creativity comes from trust. Trust your instincts.
– Rita Mae Brown
haiku 201
new log on the fire –
only then do I see
the ants
Fiction: Jeune Fille se Defendant
The arrow nearly struck Paige, but some carefully honed instinct warned her just in time to duck. The missile hit a building’s façade and disintegrated harmlessly.
She whirled to find her assailant and found him crouching by a Postal Service collection box.
“You chubby little shit!” she yelled, heedless of her fellow pedestrians who were beginning to watch her with some interest. “I should kick your ass all the way to Poughkeepsie.”
“No, you should let me do my job and make you happy.”
“Happy? When the hell have you ever made anyone happy? You’re making me miserable!”
Then Paige remembered – again – that she was the only one around who could see Cupid. As far as her fellow New Yorkers were concerned, she was having a one-sided screaming match with a mailbox. For most of them, this rated no more than a three on the weirdness scale, but it was the only street theater they had at the moment so they watched. Continue reading
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Tagged Cupid, fiction, Jeune Fille se Defendant Contre L’amour, love, William Bouguereau
Quotable 88
Every writer I know has trouble writing.
– Joseph Heller
haiku 200
typo
gives me grace
rather than grave
haiku 199
earworm –
digging a grave
for my brown-eyed girl
Author’s Note: Apologies
Sorry, friends. Nothing new today. It’s been one of those weeks.
Try this one on for size, from Catsignal’s first February, whether it’s the first read or a subsequent one.
