Tag: fiction
Cinematically Ugly
Why can’t something just be ugly?
But it can, I replied.
She looked at me. Puzzled.
It just needs to be cinematically ugly.
Which is to say
It must still be beautiful.
Still puzzled.
So I expanded.
A map to anywhere
When all I bring
Is imagination
And a little inspiration…
I found this map
Of Cassiopeia
Fourth planet circling
Alpha Andromedae
With instructions
For activating
The wormhole
At Stonehenge
The Fairylands
Many of the Fairylands
On Earth
And while I have never seen
An Elf, Sprite or Dwarf
I know their presence
In the fantastical beauty
Of their works
POST NO BILLS
NO
BILLS
it said, in a staccato burst of bold white stencils the building’s entire length. Eight windows sheathed in brown plywood, each with a stencil, right in the center.
A stencil, and bills. A few, or a pattern of eight or more. Posters posted over the admonition, over the order, “POST NO BILLS”.
She saw them dancing
She saw them dancing
The elves and sprites
No one else saw
She found that sad
The world was a more beautiful place
When magical creatures danced
A shame no one else knew the magic
Green Paint
Not all stormtroopers are bad!
“I hope at least one of them is,” I dead-panned.
She giggled, “Only in a good way!”
Mother and Child
Against the cold
Against her chest
Where he could easily
Reach her breast
He snuggled in
Rested his chest
Against her heart
Which she loved
The dead who made the shore
Tossed by the wind, adrift
With her sails all torn
The great tall ship
Her tiller shorn
She broke her back
Upon the stone