There were two prompts for Thursday, giving you a choice of which to do.

Prompt 1: What is the thing in the future that you fear the most.

Prompt 2: Write a homage

I chose prompt 2, though I'll keep prompt 2 in my back pocket for future use. The homage that was read in class, as an example, was dedicated to Walt Whitman. Instead of going for everyone's famous person (Robert Downey Jr. obviously), I chose to do my padre.

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There are worse things

you could do on a Saturday.

Silly fathers sit in

death's double-wide;

sniffing his laudanum-

laced carpet.

Simple fathers tell

clean lies to

irrelevant wives with

happy pill habits.

Senseless fathers

drink, drag, drug

their way to pretty

nothingness.

Our fort’s lid,

comprised of a

yellow comforter,

dips above our heads,

tickles my ear as

you shuffle the deck.

We sit on the kitchen floor;

legs crossed, deep air

sticking to our lungs,

like honey on toast.

There are worse things

you could do on a Saturday.

More later!

Love from Pullman,

The Blonde and The Bullshit

I know it's been a bit since I have updated but we have been focusing on editing pre-existing work for the past month. We did flash writes today which I will post later, in hopes of making up for my absence. Then again, I think four people are reading this blog, 75% with some blood relation to me, so I think you all will be alright. Here is my most recent:

WHERE THE TILE MET THE WOOD

I was out of place.
There were paisley chintz chairs
and white-teethed wedding albums
and no dusty books.

I stared where the living room
met the foyer
and where the tile
met the wood.

The woman who sat across
was all pointy elbows
and bitter lips.

That woman spat out words,
words that sounded like 
tasting bleach.
Things like, "You are no 
daughter of the Lord and
you are no daughter of mine."

Silence slunk from
the air between us,
cowed,
whimpering in my bones.

And I sat on the 
clinically white sofa and
stared where the tile
met the wood and
hummed to myself
just to make her
mourn.

I'll post the others tomorrow or Thursday!

Love from Pullman,

The Blonde and The Bullshit