Twitter Prompts​

VSS: very short stories or poems

 

I'm not a poet.

 

But, I'm navigating poetry craft to strengthen my lyrical prose. Check back for a post about that journey. And feel free to read below for some of my haphazardly-jotted, very short stories.

Come & join.

It's a playful & easy way to start a writing session. 

mother

 

a mother can’t weather

all the voices

she watches for rhythm in the wind

questions water about immortality

scouts for earthlight

cloudburst, atmospheric pressure, fog

she wants

quiet

nothing, twilight

then perhaps she'll blink into

lightning

 

February 2, 2021

#nothing #lightning #blink #want

a thousand falling stars

 

legend says, yarrow restores

it’s a thousand falling stars

fizzling through your blood like

bursting suns

 

crush a bobbing moon of blooms, chew

plant them

within my body

heal me

 

seven-year love, snake grass, arrowroot

solider

words are stories

 

January 31, 2021

#legend #fallingstar #word

sleep a year

 

when I woke from a three hundred and twenty-day sleep, it was by automaton. i heard the rattling breaths of the diseased; i felt the howl of society pound against my bones. it was as if the potters reshaped the terrain again & again, but the world continued to melt.

 

January 28, 2021

#diseased

faraway

faraway, there are many borderlands; i trespass between memory, truth

 

January 30, 2021

#faraway #10wordjournal

the hollow

 

open the gate, follow the path, turn right. remember? a hollow is just beyond

 

we search for magic holes to slip inside. the wind mumbles but no leaves shift. brambles snag ideals; the forest keeps absorbing

 

It’s okay. we’ll look for doorways again tomorrow.

 

January 29, 2021

#hollow

 

the science skeptic's guide to bundling up:

untamed emotions work best. a base of selfishness & then loose layers of pride & ignorance. a shoddy layer of questions does nicely & then perhaps some anger coiled round your neck

 

be prepared. you'll probably still be cold

February 17, 2021

#bundleup 

gathering

you set off on your quest at eventide, to harvest a basket of starshine and moonbeams

 

February 21, 2021

#eventide #quest

time

it's quiet after the snow

the path is hushed

muted

the grass frail and drowsy, fawn-brown

and soundless

your boots sink into mud as if

past is sticky, as if

there's something below

a cave or burrow or fairy hollow

that pauses time and you plunge beyond

moments

February 22

#vss365 #bardbits

alabaster

 

to survive, she learned to fly with ghosts

her magic was

existing in two places at once

 

the ghosts were long, stretched things

like wispy cotton balls

alabaster & stone

 

tugged backward

unable to lift time

paused

they braided her into memory

 

she never did learn to hover

 January 27, 2021

#lift #stone #braid