This Haunted House
Dear Josephine,
Do parasites hurt when they leave? Should I be wearing floaties? Alexa’s not talking to me.
Off the cuff, off the hook, sometimes off the chain. In the right place at the right time with a pen in hand and enough head space to run. Usually a short riff but a rant or recollection could go off sideways. Hang on tight.
Dear Josephine,
Do parasites hurt when they leave? Should I be wearing floaties? Alexa’s not talking to me.
Here’s a letter in progress. Here’s an unfinished thought. Here’s an ink, pencil, & paper writing prompt:
I know, I know, you can never go home again; I’ve heard it said–heck, I may have heard it sung– but it sure did feel good to be pointed north and climbing into the mountains…
How many cupholders have you?
Used & Vintage Parts…Cruising The Main Drag…Custom Bent Headers & Exhaust…Straight-Cut Chromed Tips…Turn-Downs & Accents Extra…The Old Lady’s Cherry Bombs…Denk’s Deathtrap…Is That a Six-Pack?…Her Majesty’s Rolling Smokeshow…One Quarter Mile for Pink Slips…Hey, That’s Not a Christmas Tree…A Burger Basket at the Drive-In…Big Rigs on Main Street…Trailer Queens & Tire Warmers…The …
Stars upon our lake of silver plait
Stars * * Spinning * Spinning
I stand shining with Milne on this one.
Would it be more profitable
To be a painter paid by the word
Or a poet paid by the pound?
…And my inner child’s none too sparky about it neither but I went to write my grandfather a letter last week and Candy is down, shamefully, down due to neglect.
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits
ain’t never made a man— True, however
Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas,
done already had at least one
Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim