Get Paid (an acrostic poem)

Ginny hated volunteering with a passion

Even if it was for an awesome cause like the animal shelter

That’s why she was in such a black mood, but she was there

 

Patrick came in, happy to see Ginny showed up

As he handed her her favorite coffee he turned up the wattage of his smile

It made Ginny rethink this whole volunteering thing

Dollars weren’t the only currency around

 

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Animal Manifesto (a 100 word story)

No one ever sets out to become a killer.  There is always an inciting incident that pushes one to cross that line from believing human life is sacrosanct to it being discretional.  It can be trauma, either real or perceived.  It can be reprogramming of the brain, either willingly or not.  It can be the realization that humans are still animals and as such not special.  That’s what happened to me.  Now I sit here at my keyboard with this manifesto on the screen and wonder if they will remember my middle name.  I’ll never know of course.  Carpe diem!

 

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Carbon (an acrostic poem)

Crispy bits of animal matter

Attached itself to the grates of the grill

Reaching blackened status, then beyond

Onyx char that hardly remembered what it had once been

Now only fit for archaeologists and garbage collectors

 

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