Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts


People don’t change
They dance around the consistency
of who they are destined to become anyway,
the way we did together

Sway, and I danced with you,
and we pretended for an instant
that we were not afraid,
that together we were invincible

God, we were stunning
Shocking, like a train wreck
Surprising, like a tragedy,
Shattered, we were beautiful

So take me now, again
Grab my hands, I’ll clutch yours
Drown with me, lover
in gorgeous deceit

And, as your lungs burst,
When the fear flares,
don’t forget to hold tight,
Because together, we’re invincible


I love flash fiction—complete stories told in a limited amount of words. When I began writing it, I stuck to the 100-word limit ERWA set. The spare format forces a writer to think about every word, every line, and is a great writing exercise.

My love started early; the first flash fiction that blew me away was Green Eggs and Ham by Dr Seuss. He wrote it using only fifty words: a, am, and, anywhere, are, be, boat, box, car, could, dark, do, eat, eggs, fox, goat, good, green, ham, here, house, I, if, in, let, like, may, me, mouse, not, on, or, rain, Sam, say, see, so, thank, that, the, them, there, they, train, tree, try, will, with, would, you.

Reading that list, 100 words feels positively decadent.

When I set out to write my first flasher, I got to thirty-seven words and felt complete. This is probably the closest thing to a poem I’ve written:

In my sleep
you came, all stillness,
muse-shadowed like night
kissed by the wet tongue of Morpheus

I devoured you there,
painted you under the moon—
velvet lust in red strokes,
silver etchings of tears