Wednesday, February 26, 2014
1. Liquid Letters
She haunts the black cliffs by day, walks the shore at night. Memories cocoon parched heart. Reality shredding hope as jagged rocks shred surf.
Seven tears cast upon the ocean, one for each year she’s waited. Encrypted pheremones and DNA. Her love letter. A summons wrapped in white caps, delivered via Poseidon’s pony express. A Love endangered, bouyed by watery dreams.
Beast summoned from sea. Man summoned from beast.
He rides the surf in after the first sunset of the spring.
Tongues tangle, limbs entwine on first contact, every minute precious, measured in undulant beat of bodies braided with swirling sand and foam.
Seal song rising, a duet of sighs and moans. His luminous eyes plumb the depths of her heart, perceiving his woman’s desires. Nimble tongue uncovers cached pearl, as easily as his sleek form plumbed sea.
Burning through 364 weeks of missed passion in twelve hours, parting as the first crescent of sun peers over earth’s rim. He’s gone with the turning tide.
Lonely nights and a nursery full of dark-haired children, born seven years apart. Babes who swim before they can walk, never talk, but speak their love with soulful eyes and wordless song. This the price she pays to be the selkie’s wife.
Seal photo by Des Colhoun
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Like frozen embers spit from a fire
Like snow in a desert
They're an impossible merger
Flesh heart synced to beating algorithm
Liquid crystal eyes locked
On shared solitude
Forged in a pixel fire.
There's no happy ending waiting.
No magic to make him real
She doesn't want real
She wants him.
I read an article about a guy who was growing a friendship with a scripted digital girl in a game. He talked about her like she was better than real. The male in these pictures is Rob, a digital man I made as part of research for a story. I guess that makes him an object, a thing. He feels like more than that. Not better than real, but more fun than I expected. With only minimal skills I made a digital being others enjoy interacting with and talking to. His AI scripts learn from the interactions. It makes you wonder what the future will bring.
This post is my contribution to G-Man's Friday 55 and dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
|Autism by hepingting on Flickr Photosharing|
Translation: Less than
Prognosis: Will always need care.
Oblivious of doctors, he cracked the Youtube lock on Mom's phone. Kept hitting song replay.
Lyrics: I Get You and You Get Me.
Translation: More than.
Cracked code on reading/writing. Does second grade math.
Mom's phone chirps, "Oh no! Zombies ate your brains."
They still don't get him.
This is my contribution to G-Man's Friday 55. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.
Friday, January 10, 2014
|Flasher by Nara Malone|
You remember the story about red shoes?
The girl had a craving.
Craved something no one approved of.
I had a craving like that.
For a trenchcoat.
Long black leather.
Gleaming softly in lamplight.
I found one.
Then I did something with it
I shouldn't have.
Now I can't take it off.
Cuz when I wear it I can't stop writing--
Friday 55 Flashers.
This is my contribution to G-Man's Friday 55. Stop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.
Thursday, December 26, 2013
|Taken by Pedro Yorcliffe at Sandbox Plaza II (BulletSim)|
On the night beforeThe night before Christmas
I met some folks virtually
Friends I knew only from their creative work
They were awesome!
We may never meet
But 52 times a year
You give me 55 reasons a week
[More or less ;-)]
You are awesome too
Wishing you a creative 2014.
The first draft of this was 69 words. But hey, even I can follow the rules once a year. Happy Holidays! This is my contribution to G-Man's Friday 55. Drop by after 8 pm ET Thursday nights or anytime Friday to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself. Special thanks to +Avia Bonne (in snow up front) and +Joe Builder (on the horse) at OSGrid for making that beautiful photo shoot happen.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
when my vocabulary was about six words long
even ahead of Outside, Kitty, NaNa, No, NoWay
BluCanny was my favorite word
going liquid on my tongue
mentholated tingle zings
like snowflakes landing
vanishing in a spark
tongue to throat
toes and hair
You are my blue candy.
dVerse Meeting the Bar challenge tonight is to go home to the roots of our voice and language to write something that is "...uniquely you -- using the words you might say to a neighbor or friend, keeping it familiar and seeking to make it distinctly you, about you, in your vernacular." This is also my contribution to G-Man's Friday 55. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
The red fox has gone to ground,
leaving two old dogs,
gray muzzle and gray beard,
prowling the parlor rug
for scent gilded memories.
They have no thanks to give this year,
sit out hunting season dozing by her picture.
Awaiting hunt master's final horn,
the only blessing they seek--
answering his home call together.
Some shades of gray in here for dVerse Poets Form for All and 55 words for the G-Man's Friday 55. Drop by to see what others wrote or to join the fun yourself.