Overheard at Booth 3: A Few Proverbs for Your Day

"Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted."
- Albert Einstein


"With lies you may go ahead in the world, but you can never go back. "
- Proverb


"Give crayons. Adults are disturbingly impoverished of these magical dream sticks."
- Dr Sun Wolf

Overheard at Table 2: Pushing the Husband Away

 "Don't you think that constantly pushing your husband away, he'll one day reach a point where he stops trying?"

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

 

Overheard at Table 2: The Catcher of the Writers

The Catcher of the Writers

 

If you really want to hear about it, you’d probably want to know what really gave me the love of reading and literature and all that, but honestly, I’m not going to tell you – not because I’m some sort of Holden Caulfield jerk*, but because I truly do not know.

 

 

 

 

 

*I am a different kind of jerk, entirely

 

Overheard at Table 3: 1500-Year-Old Bones

I thought about the news I’d read
about 1500 year old bones they’d found
in Katy Texas when they were building
connection ramps between I-10 and 99:

how local activists and several Native
American tribes wanted to stop construction
to study the site, most likely a burial site.
They went to the courts,

And the courts said, “Nah! Carry on, folks!”
and so the 1500 year old bones were
packed up into thick black plastic bags
and taken away – somewhere, who knows where,

And I remember trying to imagine the land
as it was, that millennium and half ago,
where human beings walked, and stalked
prey, and ate, loved, lived, and died

and I thought about how we humans
prey, eat, love, live, and die, and kill
each other for land, for power, for
skin, for language, even for no reason at all.

And I see a time, when all of us humans
Have left nothing but our bones buried
In the ground, and some alien race will
Come through the solar system

To prepare the Earth for a connection
Hub for an intergalactic highway
And they will dig up our bones and
Haul them away in thick plastic bags

And then, finally, then,
We will all be equal.

 

 

MR

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Overheard at Table 3: Various Writing Prompts

Various Writing Prompts

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2023-0307
#horrorprompt 1023 En Garden

He was moving a heavy bag of peat moss as we walked up to him to ask him about the disappearance of his neighbor.

"No," he said, "I've jus' bin working en garden."

My partner tapped my shoulder, pointed to a finger poking out of newly tilled dirt.


2023-0307
#horrorprompt 1014 Grind

Jimmy liked to grind the gears.
He liked to hear the sound.
He liked to hear the screams
of them Libtards
he’d shoved into the engine.

Jimmy like to grind the gears,
until all the screamin’ stopped.


2023-0307
#horrorprompt 1013 Slice

One slice for you
one slice for me,
one slice for baby,
‘cuz baby makes three.

I slice it so fine
this succulent meat
I slice it to dine
such a tasty treat.

And with all these slices
fall onto our plate
We thank God this meat
our hungers will sate.




2023-0307
#storyin12 2023-0307 Purr

Engine purred.
the highway hummed
and the air sang of her
freedom


2023-0307
#enneadpoet 2023-0307 Wise

On this
wise,
we twist
words
to deepen
understanding


2023-0307
#Chocolate #Haiku

Taste of deep, rich dreams:
in all our human slumbers,
chocolate smooths us.

Overheard at Booth 2: Various Writing Prompts

Various Writing Prompts

2023-0306
#erotica280 1103 Invention

They say necessity
is the mother of invention.

Lady,
I need your love,
I need your lust,
I need your body,
I need your warmth,
I need your touch,
I need

you.

So …

invent me.


2023-0306
#horrorprompt 1022 Intuition

Mother’s Intution:
She knew he was bad seed,
from the moment that rancid
sperm
popped her greedy egg.

She saw those dark eyes
on his first cry,
and with his first steps,
knew he’d grow one day
into a monster.

Can’t let that happen,
she thought,
as she filled water
in the tub
for his bath.

[posted]

Mother’s Intuition:
she knew he was bad seed
when that rancid sperm
popped her greedy egg.

Those dark eyes with his
first cry -
& his first steps,
'one day he’ll grow
into a monster'
she thought,

as she filled water
in the tub
for his bath.


2023-0306
#horrorprompt 1021 Sanguine

“god why are you always so messy?”

“can’t help it, I LOVE TO EAT”

“but you waste so much.  I don’t always want to be licking my dinner off the walls!”

“what can I say?  I’m positively SANGUINE about blood.”

“you might be stretching that word out of context”


2023-0306
#Storyin12 2023-0306 Fluster

All her flustered days
became blustery pages
of many well-loved
bodice-ripper novels.


2023-0306
#haikuhorrorprompt 590 She Screamed

She screamed in silence,
the ocean pulling her deep
into dismal dark.

Overheard at Table 1: SlamWords, March 2023, Encore Round

From this weekend's SlamWords Encore Round

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#SlamWords #68thEdition er1 Blooming

She loved to repot plants.
It made her happy to see living
things blooming.

She wished that she, too,
would bloom, like she used to,
like the way he used to make her
bloom, instead of spending weekend

watching telly
or at the pub.
2023-0304
#enneadpoet 2023-0302 Dig

Dig
deep
to find your
gold vein,

then,
shine!


2023-0304
#enneadpoet 2023-0303 Eureka

The best “eureka” moments
always hit us unexpectedly.

Satori.


2023-0304
#enneadpoet 2023-0304 Found

You found my broken pieces
and envisioned me whole.


2023-0304
#SlamWords #68thEdition er2 Rebirth

Even though only early March,
in the still-cold ground, she
could see little chutes of rebirth,

a bit of clover, sprigs of grass
gaining green, this time always

made her want to undress,
strip down, roll naked, to
let the chill prickle her hairs

and make all her soft parts
firm
again

[posted]

Even though only March,
in the still-cold ground, she
could see rebirth,

a bit of clover, sprigs of grass, this
made her want to undress,

strip down, roll naked, to
let the chill prickle her hairs

and make all her soft parts
firm
again



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#SlamWords #68thEdition er3 Idyllic

While he bear-snores on the sofa,
she closes her eyes, touches
her lily, and remembers that
most
idyllic day,
in the IMMA gardens,
her hand
in her hand
and their hands
snugglesneaking
into each other
becoming one
with a summer breath.


2023-0304
#SlamWords #68thEdition er4 Panoramic View

2017, Tuscany,
a week in a villa,
with a panoramic view
of hills that rolled like
gentle waves of the most
verdant ocean,
crested by a Medieval city,
under whose shadow
they made love
through long, langid
afternoons.
2023-0304
#SlamWords #68thEdition #encore - round Bonus!
Yin-Yang/Spiritual Balance

curl you into me,
satellite, i
hum inside your orbit,

breath, breathe, the bubble
bends, stretches outward,
event horizon eclipsing
some other sun, all light

collapsed into our
quiet sphere



2023-0304
#Gothiku Week 2 Frantic

Midnight on the bay,
we walk into the black cave,
then - the bats, frantic,
scatter around us,
taking flight
to the obsidian night,
leaving us here
with the sound
of the somber waves
lapping at our toes.


2023-0304
#SlamWords #68thEdition er5 Picturesque

Picturesque, you
turn, glance over your
shoulder,
hair spills down your
bare back, which
flows into the soft
swell of your hips, covered
only in white gossamer,

and this photograph
will be only a memento
of this fleeting light.
2023-0304
#SlamWords #68thEdition er6 Rejuvenating  

Rejuvenating cream she dabs
at the crow’s feet, lightning streaks
from her eyes, and she wonders

why
women are taught to hide
these lines
that remind us
of every smile,
every furtive kiss
stolen at midnight,
every laughter that
danced in daylight,

these lines, around the eyes,
are indeed
what keeps us young.

[posted]

Rejuvenating cream she dabs
at her crow’s feet, & she wonders

why
women hide
these lines
that remind
of smiles,
furtive kisses
at midnight,
laughter danced
in daylight:

these lines,
around the eyes,
are that which
keeps us young.








2023-0304
#SlamWords #68thEdition er bonus Earthly Spirits

sometimes at night she
walks outside the house, gazes
down long rowhouse of brick,
glass, metal railing, & she listens

intently, for a faint
the rustle
of Earthly spirits,
hiding in tiny leaves,
blades of grass,
the quiet trees


2023-0304
#SlamWords #68thEdition er7 Verdant

I love the deep earth
of you,
the rich soil,
your verdant flora,
the heady aroma
of your delicate pistils -

my love, silly as it
sounds,

let me roll
myself in you

feel the sunlight on my face
as I sink everdeep inside you.