The Bog (part three)

Short Stories The Bog (part three)             Amanda laid the tent on top of the table. They heard the clacking of its fiberglass exoskeleton. Her radio squawked two messages that Laurel heard only as static, and that Amanda ignored. “You heard the weather report?” she asked. “Um,” Rachel answered. “There’s […]

Rattus (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 23 Sep 2017 in Art, Poems

      Rattus   Intuition, extra sense, if you like Déjà-vu in a prototypic vermin mind We are having telepathic conversation Embracing sight’s elusive romance (To be a genius. To be not at fault for this.) How are we going to solve a problem? Working backwards from the outcome The treat is hidden in […]

Corey Jack’s Misery (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 21 Sep 2017 in Art, Poems

      Corey Jack’s Misery   He’d been going good Corey Jack, thirty-nine One Italian heel on the ring Pomps his hair like Elvis this time Gauges, cause he tracks these things The young guy in the mirror Just shift around and tug out his lapel Mostly thin Mostly cool Talking to this broad, […]

Movie of the Week (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 16 Sep 2017 in Art, Poems

      Movie of the Week   A small man climbs Hurries but keeps his hand clamped that it glide in care Care not to lose that grip For him each splintering riser yawns And the rail sits to mock his inches Like a tool that measures, the bar insists “You must be so […]

Corey Jack: Working Overseas

Posted by ractrose on 11 Sep 2017 in Art, Poems

      Working Overseas   He’s sure it’s gotta be some kind of lie Lie maybe not the idea…some kind of scam It starts to seem, when you think about it Like you wouldn’t just end up the special friend Of a guy who brokers weapons sales In the oil zone Claims he just […]

Rapunzel (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 3 Sep 2017 in Art, Poems

      Rapunzel   Everyone, Rapunzel says Waylaying her latest swain Surprising at the tomb-still cottage gate his hesitant approach Has a milieu, I wanted mine To be more than that of witch’s hostage Bound in a tower room Do you want to know the truth? I winnowed seeds where the birds had crapped […]