Speakeasy Entry “My First Halloween”

  “My First Halloween” The light from all the houses along Tanglewood Street seem dim and scary  tonight. In my first-grader’s mind, all the doors squeak eerily as they answer our “Trick-or-Treat” call.  But, ah, the open crunch and tumble of all that candy  as it makes its way into my lovely red, metal bucket. …

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Trifecta Challenge Beast

“Yum!”  He growls and he is near He’s just below, I fear.  He rumbles and he churns; sensational, his yearns. But  just a simple plea from the tummy monster for a hot-fudge sundae Time for another Trifecta Challenge! Here’s the prompt: Thirty years ago, Roald Dahl published the book Dirty Beasts, a collection of poems for children…

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Trifecta Challenge: “A Scrap of Paper”

“A Scrap of Paper” So few memories! I rummage through a box and find the note among photos. It seems like yesterday …and the note states: “Billie :  I went by after the laundry and it was not ready. It is 1:30 and I still have to work Riviera. The man said it would be…

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“Dinner at Eight with Edgar”(unfinished)

“Dinner at Eight with Edgar” Soon twilight falls upon my weathered roof. but now, mid lightning, weathered-vane is heard. The wind doth wave his wings, he spins, forsooth, into my spacious den and there he stirs. He harkens not to my sad tale of toe so punished by the massive oaken leg of table as…

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Jazzy Religion

Source: Sketch by Clint Casey. “Jazzy Religion” She red-lipped prophet-seer blaring out the word. He prays swell apple-cheeked blowing on his horn. Me soul-less entranced; their foot still in my door.

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Trifecta Entry Bacchanal

“Bacchanal” We once began our bacchanal days of wine and roses; all. ‘Til the band did stop its play if we had no means to pay. Oh, the frenzied riot’s bloom; Oh, the headache mid the tune. When the day did dawn anew we were forced see it through. Riotous, emboldened, short haunts the memory’s…

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Trifextra: “Chain-smoker”

Prompt:  the Rolling Stones “Sympathy For the Devil” “Chain-smoker” The devil’s gotta way with me. I’ve heard his beat before. Hand me another cigarette before you leave my door. Hey, baby, strum my lyre. Give me another burn before my bud expires.

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