June 29, 2008
(An Excerpt from The Shop)–
As I looked around the room, the shelves seemed to blur slightly in the low light, as if someone even now turned down a rheostat. Presently, a woman of indeterminate age stepped from behind a shelf and timidly asked me, “Do you see something you like?”…
“I’m just looking, thank you. What do you sell here?” Given the surroundings, the question immediately sounded stupid and I wished I hadn’t asked it.
“That depends…” she shot back, her eyes fascinating as they not quite engaged me head on, “what are you looking for?”
“I see books… are they for sale?”
The author is not much to write home about. In fact, his existence is an anomaly of nature, proof that God has a sense of humor. It is recommended that you ignore him at every turn.
To read the rest of this story, and to find Bob’s blog click here.
June 29, 2008
there’s two bluebirds tattooed on my hip
they don’t see the light of day except for
fumblings beneath the covers or
when i want to remember
why i spend two hours in the chair
getting a reminder of something lost…
a longing for love etched into my skin
two more bluebirds will be joining them soon
this time on my back
they will sing of better times…
a new love
they wont see the light of day much either
but we will both know why they are there
Kim calls herself a seventeen syllable poet preferring to write haiku over other genres. A recent convert to the power of poetry, her haiku can be found on her blog Angels have the phone box
The blog is a mix of poetry posts, Doctor Who trivia and her thoughts on libraries and librarians. Kim most often finds inspiration for her haiku whilst commuting to work by train. She’s the girl with headphones on, listening to music, dancing in her seat, while scribbling away as the muse strikes.
June 29, 2008
Bluebirds in the Cold
Uncle Chuck was an obstinate SOB. Gruff with salespeople, harsh to children. I remember one time he growled at a bus driver, a bus driver, mind you–you know how obnoxious they can be–he growled at that driver because the fellow skipped our stop. The man’s face turned scarlet; his hands transformed to white ice clutching the wheel. Honestly, the guy was so angry, I feared he’d plow the bus into a store front.
A visceral reaction was pretty much the norm when Uncle Chuck blasted his torrent of cuss words into people’s faces. With rocky blue eyes that could pulverize as sharply as his powerful diction, his gaze terrorized people. Except for when he looked at his wife, my Aunt Kathryn. Aunt Kay was a sparkling spirit, gifted with humor and love. When his blue eyes reached hers, they softened. I saw an elusive gentleness between them. Their eyes fluttered at one other like bluebirds, bluebirds at play.
On a frigid day in January, Aunt Kay passed on. Who knew lung cancer could snatch away loved ones with such speed and indifference. Gathering for the wake, the assembled mourners looked at each other with helpless expressions, a sea of tragic, Irish blue eyes. I was reminded of an article I read once of bluebirds who in subzero weather all gathered together in a hollow tree stump, snuggled, keeping each other warm, twenty or thirty of them all stuffed in tight, side by side. My mourning relatives reminded me of them and how we all needed to gather together like those birds with Uncle Chuck in the middle. But people don’t have as much sense as God’s creatures, do they? They freeze alone, like lost bluebirds in the cold.
Copyright 2008 JO Janoski
JO Janoski writes poems and short stories. Also, she has published
three books, all with a Pittsburgh (her home town) theme. Her
lifeblood is her regular posting on JO’s Blog
June 29, 2008
THIS BIRD HAS FLOWN
have a bluebird
me – this
bird has flown
took her place
live in monsoons
the heavy rains
drown in sorrow
Nicole Nicholson is a 31 year-old poet who has been writing poetry
since age 12, drawing inspiration from the world, people, and events
around her. Her poetry has recently appeared in Word Slaw
(http://wordslaw.blogspot.com/) as well as Word Catalyst Magazine
(http://www.wordcatalystmagazine.com/). Her first chapbook, “Raven
Feathers”, will be published in July of 2008. A collection of her
recent work can be found online at: http://ravenswingpoetry.com. She
lives in Columbus, OH with her fiance.