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Friday, December 9, 2016

140 imaginary best friends

I’m your best friend said the voice
behind her, before her, beside her.
Best friend, it echoed around her,
inside her then left 
without her.

140 not cricket

It’s not cricket if you don’t shout Howzat but in space no one hears you scream. He threw the box at the antenna, knocked off the top, Howz…

Thursday, October 13, 2016

140 wills or shalls

“You pushed”
“You pulled”
“Your fault”
“No yours”
“We’re trapped”
“We will die and nobody shall save us”
“We shall die if no one will save.”

140 blackguards

The blackguards have painted the pine trees again
evil men
but tomorrow I see
the pine trees have painted the blackguards
in Halloween green.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

140 superpowers

She lived for tweets, arms became wings, typed messages with claws. Now she alone knows all, your dreams and thoughts revealed; her super-e.

Friday, May 13, 2016

140 misunderstandings

Not so remarkable; he planned to stand where she’d lain, two feet on her grave. But incoherent misunderstanding ruled. He feasted. She rose.

140 -back from the dead

Remarkably alive, she who had died, returned from her recent grave, incoherent as ever. I still couldn’t understand a word, which was why...

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

140 Instagram photos

You must have wonderful flowers in your yard said my friend, but I don’t. I just photograph each one as it appears and post it on Instagram.

140 facebook teammates

Misreading Facebook: groups make it easier to share with friends, family & termites. But are termites really a team? Friend or foe, or both?

140 betwixt the ending and the start

Betwixt the planets & the stars, a darkness waits with beating heart, narrating time itself betwixt the ending & the start; ‘tis not so far.

140 betwixt those planets and stars

Sometimes he worried she’d talk him to death, going on about planets and stars, then betwixt one word & next, his alien talked him to death.

Saturday, January 9, 2016

140 cock horses to Banbury Cross

Ride yer ‘oss t’Banbury cross
t’see fine lady ‘pona white ‘oss
wi’rings on fingers, bells on toes
she’ll ‘ave sarsaparilla wherever she goes