Granted, I didn’t think I would do that well
Really, I’m not usually this greedy
Actually I am downright altruistic
Fortunately it’s all water under the bridge
Too bad that bridge only cost me half what it cost you
Allergic to Love
Chris stalked Jennifer carefully, not wanting to reveal his presence. She was with that guy, Fred. Chris wanted to claw Fred’s eyes out. He just always rubbed Chris the wrong way. Fred even had the nerve to lie about being allergic to Chris to keep Jennifer away. The bad thing is she believed it and was now trying to meet with Fred secretly. Well tonight Chris was going to ruin their little rendezvous. If Jennifer didn’t know what was good for her then Chris would just cut the pretty boy’s face. That would make Jennifer see the light.
As Chris crept closer, Fred began to sneeze.
Jennifer pulled back from Chris’ embrace. “I showered and changed my clothes,” Jennifer said.
“It just started up,” Fred said, how voice cracking. “It’s like…”
Chris couldn’t wait anymore. He dashed out from underneath the bush and leapt at Fred, claws ready to kill, when Jennifer scooped him up in her arms.
“Bad kitty!” Jennifer said. “How did you get out?”
Fred practically fell backward off the bench as he scrambled to his feet while sneezing at least ten times. “Sorry, got to go,” he blurted out as he fled the backyard.
Jennifer looked the cat in the eye with a hint of malice lurking there, but Chris began to purr. Jennifer shook her head in disbelief, but then began to pet him. “I don’t know what I am going to do with you.”
Just keep doing what you’re doing, thought Chris.
Free (an acrostic poem)
Fought for and purchased by red streaks of blood
Refined in the white bandages of healing
Encompassing blue sky thinking
Enabling humanity to reach for the stars
Wiped (an acrostic poem)
Wrestling with an empty page
Inscribing my soul in black and white
Putting it out there naked for all to see
Energy dripping from open wounds
Determined to finish before I fall asleep
Shattered (an acrostic poem)
Shards fell from the mirror frame
Here goes seven years of bad luck
And yet Liz saw this as an opportunity
Too often lately life had attacked her
Tommy died in the motorcycle accident
Eventually she had lost the house
Recovering from the depression was almost the worst part
Even now it peaked out from behind her eyes, but she blinked it away
Deftly she scooped up the shards and arranged them artfully to reflect her new life
Fishy (an acrostic poem)
Floundering for a reason to groan on,
I grabbed the microphone for the halibut.
Salmon people, swim with me here.
How can I tuna this stand-up routine any better?
You can kiss my bass you clowns!
6/21/2017
Creating your name
Defining your character
Writing your story
