Friday, July 8, 2016. Strangely not even all that sad, and anything but shocked. Immune to the trending headlines that speak of death after death, murder, brutality, hate, and still the misguided and patently stupid belief that guns will fix everything. I posted this on FB tonight; thought it was worth sharing.

Poetic Offshoots from the Scottish Jungle. Last week the Nazis were busy, stripping flesh and muscle from bone,. Flamethrowers burned travellers in crammed train compartments. I watched the skins go in the heat, then the veins bubble and flare,. Muscle and sinew blacken then vaporise like film on fire. This week, they were back. They crammed in through the front door. Shuffling shoulder to shoulder filling my grubby house.

Friday, August 7, 2015. This will be the last post here on Verse Escape till further notice. If I return to the world of blogging, it will most likely be at some other site and some future unknown time. Still, for now I am leaving the blog up for those who might want to revisit it, and in case events at some point change my mind. We will meet again, if only when I read your own words.

The International Flash Fiction Day Competition. Let the mob begin! FLASH MOB 2013 showcases more than 100 stories from more than 100 participating writers from all over the globe. Below to find out more about the flash enthusiasts who wrote from or about those places. To read their stories CLICK ON THEIR PHOTOS. And see the WINNERS page plus the Top 25 page for the winning stories of the FLASH MOB 2013 Flash Fiction Day Competition.

Oh, do not ask, What is it? Let us go and make our visit. As I went walking I saw a sign there. That side was made for you and me. This Land is Your Land. S harbor park; in Great Britain, along Cardiff Bay in Wales. I thought, too, of Poughkeepsie.

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The late of day to. We step out to see the poppies. Peeled their pods, felted raincoats. Flopping flays of raw orange-red;. They will never stay dry again. If they knew it was the last time. Landing limp-faced on the wet grass,. Would they undress this fast? May 5, 2014. You reach in for a fill. She laughs until her eyes get small.

Posted November 6, 2016 by ManicDdaily. Woman voter for Hillary Clinton. I keep trying to remember what my 18 year old self would have thought of a woman running for President. It is hard for my nearly 60-year old self to recreate.