Thursday, August 13, 2015

njoy now before even more gone...

recent times, i learning plenty. wasn' looking for alla this, least not right now when i have so much work i want to make and for a change, have the resources i want to make it, but so it go, so it come, life happens, loss happens, life keep on happening, ent...not loving that all recent losses coming large+unexpected, human+emotional+otherwise, but tha's the learning coming, ent? and i cyah say the losses eh (thankfully) punctuated by my being my kinna productive plus able to treat myself to said resources plus some fun, including an njoy11, at looong last (pun so very deeply intended, as was this double entendre...teehee) so i'ma go with: cyah complain; engaging lessons learned 1time.
1major loss was information. while resource-poor (machine issues felt neverending for longer than i care to remember) i was saving links+ideas i wanted to investigate+explore further when capabilities permitted in a draft post; by the time this machine reach this year it had already been at least 2 so i been working through the years+ collection simplest 1st, just to get ting basic-archived asap. until the other day i accidentally lose the entire ting.
so right now i eh saving-for-later again; tabs hadda close so look ting, with nobody to study, no particular order, rhyme, reason, or apologies for whaever anybody else might think un/worthy:
because i need to read later, the pnm draft policy statement plus the word manifesto to make sure locating it easy...
kei miller on plagiarism in poetry; looting in laventille; carelessness in the caribbean.
excellently useful writing advice from chuck palahniuk, plus 2more links to batches of his essays on craft!
also been thinking 'bout how the way people[+netflix] watch[+thus make] tv changing with the advent of binge-watching, and how storytelling evolving, and/or need to...
this i link in spite of not being impressed with the article, because i just want access to the sharpest and most diamond-crustedly-expensive [+beautiful?] knife in the world...
and wrap with a buncha [music, yay!]links i manage to re[dis]cover post-loss, all of which come with warning that the reason they eh post previously is, i prefer to go through each in entirety to see if it worth posting 1st and these need time i eh have yet, but i refuse to risk losing them before i can check for value and/or other possible coolness; so from the vault of wha' the macomere gimme, it have oldschool trinbago funk+disco plus some random not-soca, vice's oral history of dubstep and a herbie hancock tribute mix...someting in there bound to tickle the senses, ent...
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Wednesday, August 12, 2015

fff#66

finally. and in spite of taking forever to start, i thoroughly enjoy writing this flash fiction friday #66; trigger: …last two [people] [pronoun] ever expect…

the 1st time stush jump in the old sunny with me she get shake. i could see it had never occur to her. but then, why would it? and since nobody know us before bois+biggie buss on the scene, nobody know the true connection, she woulda only hear my name+rank, and wha’ everybody else know, fresh legend: bois+biggie tight like evostick from 1st time anybody make we out on the block; we come out cool, come up deadly, take we territory the oldfashion way, and if anybody was surprised to find he the brains and me the brawn, them soon find that division of labour play surprisingly successfully to my strengths. and after the way i eh hesitate to handle markie with my 3line the day he try to oppose my bois up covigne road…
that wasn’ the [only?] las’ time I shake stush neither. me eh know where/when/how bois find she but she come in when it was real pace and we had to be too many places same time to always roll together like we was accustom. so he fucking it a few weeks well and i know all about it but never see the gyal in person yet, when he ask me to pick she up westmoorings and bring she down by we so he could handle a scene meanwhile and not lose out on the bull later. when she open the car door asking, “biggie?”, and see me, to her credit, she was savvy enough to not visibly jump; bois done say biggie’s he right+lefthand both and always go with biggie, and i answering to that name and driving this vehicle; she know to trust.
and then i, personally, make it my business to earn her trust from that moment on.
nobody had reason to suspect me making nice; everybody know bois is my eyeball and if he on she, then i for that. plus, i sure them fools figure i was glad to have another female around sometimes…nobody never know me+bois’ true true connection…
nobody knowing we’s brother+sister mean they cyah guess the true depth of our commitment. and nobody knowing we grow up so, but not actual blood siblings mean they cyah fathom how i really feel ‘bout that gyal. or how i feel when i realise my bois fucking the ganja farmer daughter when he go tortuga every month. and why i decide to sellout my brother, my heart.
when bois tell me ‘bout stush, wasn’ no pretense. we know from jump what between us stay in we bedroom alone and in public we cast as strictly bredrins so he, especially, hadda bull outside, too; stush, and whoever else, was necessary from time to time. but bois keep the country-bookie secret from me. every month he gone tortuga overnight for business, leaving me, right+lefthand-both, running tings smooth but the rest of fellas only running their mouth ‘bout the pleasures of the farmer teenage daughter, reputedly force-ripe+rosy, and bored with nothing to do in the bush besides get high and scheme how to keep her clueless father convinced of her long-lost virginity until she could find a town badjohn brave enough to snatch she and control of the farm. so when after some months stush get suspicious and ask, woman to woman…i deflect, then deny, hem+haw appropriately, and eventually, reluctantly, spill.
and this the 1time she ever shake me. just for a minute. i tell stush about the country-bookie and how long it going on expecting she to get vex 1time because i know she on some bougie true-love-monogamy shit, but the gyal only look vex for a split second, then get quiet. she stare at the dashboard for the longest few minutes, then turn+watch me straight in my eye and ask, cool cool, you think you could get in touch with her for me? so i eh show no face and just ask why, and stush is to tell me she studying to give bois a 3some for he birthday and figuring maybe bring out the country-bookie for a weekend…
well, i believe that for a hot minute, my bois get through…but then study if he really safe with this gyal…but then with my intents+purposes i could just use she set-up to execute my plan before hers get chance to come off…
i make the arrangement; use stush 3some idea to inveigle contacts for contacts for contacts who could get me the country-bookie without bois knowing and i went+see she meself. wanted to see if she know my name, know bois’ other half. she didn't. talking her into the weekend+3some was suckeye; she was seeking new shenanigans to indulge and wanted to test the father.
i bring them 2gyal to my bois, and before any of the3 could say surprise i step to bois, draw my 3line between them and show him, you see how bitches plot behind your back? is only me watching it for you, babes…
i turn back to stush and the country-bookie and almost down the 3line to reach for my phone because they suddenly, suddenly so beautiful standing there, the las’ 2people you ever expect clinging to each other, discovering impending death brings strangers closer than any 3some ever could…

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Friday, July 31, 2015

flash fiction friday #66

inside the hour, at least; flash fiction friday #66 trigger: …last two [people] [i/she/etc.] ever expect…
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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in+done@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/08/fff66.html
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

fff#65

my attempt@ flash fiction friday #65; [inclusions]trigger: frustrate, elate, irate, inflate [conjugate to suit]

it does take time; rome eh build in a day and neither can you. and is always more disruption than you expect, requiring more repair than you anticipate; you never know how far you gone until you try to return.
[you] cyah remember wha’ to do with the day or how to be out in the world, wandering, lost, in dark space and empty tracts of time, not knowing which of life’s potholes you drop into and no sense of how to dig your way back out neither, frustrated for letting yourself come to this, confuse how you fall so far and eh notice your descent…you give away too much.
the dark eh wha’ you fall into, is wha’ you face when all that left is pieces of you fluttering weakly in the wake of the vanquisher. the dark is the hole left where before you were independent spirit in warrior mask. the dark is what you will pull the remaining parts of yourself tightly together over and use your remaining breath to inflate with something resembling life so you can at least accomplish wha’ you here for.
[you] cyah let them break you. when things fall apart, gather your torn+frayed edges and begin fresh; no time for the damage trying to climb up out your throat and inflict itself on the world to ease the pain in the place it originate. when you find yourself irate, fastforward through the chaos from feeling loss to feeling lost to finding+rebuilding a self; what feel like it may never come, will, and fighting your way back brings elation you never expect…you never know how far you gone from yourself until you try to return.

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Friday, July 24, 2015

fff#64 +flash fiction friday #65[trigger]

again, late enough that i combining my attempt@fff#64 +trigger#65 in 1post; flash fiction friday #64 trigger: …but it was already too late…

losing data you dig for, search+research for, come like losing piece of yourself.
you in so deep you remember the threads of years of work, want to feel you could reconstruct the file/folder because you know the articles, fora, media…until the weight of urls unrecallable sinks such notions, forcing acceptance of dreams drowning in the inferior recall of your too-human mind…but later, if your life doh depend on it, after the screaming scramble to try+retrieve what neither jesus nor yourself (inexplicably) save, later, if you resist the urge to gut yourself, if you skip social media suicide, later, when the frenzy of what to do fizzle in the sizzle of the latest lacouray, later comes relief…freedom from information.
and nothing ever feel so sweet.
you cyah imagine the almost-unbearable lightness of being, the temporary giddiness, childhood revisited, to be relieved of bits+bytes of baggage in this timeline where all moments in memory carry all others previous+after…but it shortlived, reprieve from responsibility…the system need you, la basse need you, global need you to keep working, keep mining information.
my crash was unprecedented, intrasystem failure of unthinkable scale; the freedom was exhilarating. mindblowing.
i was the eye of a hurricane and when the 1s+0s clear my untethered senses make out that outside la basse exists. must exist. most of us never realise it even have “outside" la basse, but for a hot minute, i was there. nothing connecting me to the system and indirectly to global; free to think, do, feel, whaever i want…and as quick as i grasp the magnitude of it, before i could think to prolong it, i hear the incoming-alert and a new project plug-into my inbox and freedom done gone before i even appreciate knowing it.
if only had know outside exist, as the data disappear i woulda disappear me, too, but la basse does track everything in realtime; by the time my too-human mind catch up to possibility, it was already too late…

and flash fiction friday #65; [inclusions]trigger: frustrate, elate, irate, inflate [conjugate to suit]
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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fff#65 done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/07/fff65.html
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Friday, July 17, 2015

flash fiction friday #64

my timing bad to worse with good days randomly thrown in jus' to throw you off, yes...late, again, because, life, again; no ado, flash fiction friday #64 trigger: ...but it was already too late...

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/07/fff64-flash-fiction-friday-65.html alongside new trigger...walk good.

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Thursday, July 16, 2015

fff#63

barely in time but better timing than las' time...my flash fiction friday #63; [inclusions]trigger: fail, hail, rail, bail, sail[bonus]

the bathroom was full of smoke. i crack the window and wonder, again, if i mad. sometimes i’s watch myself do things, knowing full well they terrible, and i terrible, knowing i should stop, and still i do it, watching the trainwreck unfold like a movie insteada the life i supposedly control, like when i watch myself horn brian 9months straight with that red fashion-rasta from work i eh even like just because i was bored and feeling for a different totie, or when i strike the match underneath my grandmother house and watch it ketch first the old barrel full up with clothes that somehow manage to survive multiple handings-down, then engulf my old tricycle and start snaking toward the back step before i run for my brother…
…smoke.
i open the window more and try to ignore the soft thud. las’ thing i need is more confusion; focus on matters at hand like the heat steady burning closer to my fingers, wasting. i pull long+deep and study the nex’ immediate concern, him sailing over the railing, shocked face falling past the staircase, flailing arms striving for flight and failing, landing so much louder and more final than these insistent little bumps distracting from my current calculations…i try to close my mind to the sound, pretend the noise outside more like limes hitting the roof than it is; nutting cyah be more important than how to escape this scene undetected: me eh have bail money nor jail time to spare.
[but] the not-limes falling faster+harder, drowning out memory of who he mighta tell i coming, if i mention to the girls, if they even know we talking again…i cyah think further than to run and know that eh enough to save me if my visit known…my feet carry me back through the house and i want to check for evidence of myself as i retrace steps but cyah seem to make myself stop until i pass him and reach the front door. i throw it open to the soundtrack of my destruction, then feel my face nearly crack with the force of my instinctive grin…
hail?!
just a dream, then…

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Friday, July 10, 2015

fff#62+ flash fiction friday #63[trigger]

i extra-trini [read: late] with my fff#62 and thus posting it alongside this week's fresh fff trigger; my (very short but triggerwords in order; very chuffed!) flash fiction friday #62; [inclusions]trigger: terror, raw, equal/ity, free/dom/ness, dead/th

endless supply of new terrors
fluttering in my ribcage
trapped by intercostals
ricocheting off bones
inside raw+pulsing
connection run deep like secrets
equal parts me+not
greater than the sum
adoring entanglement
screaming for escape
on fire and ready to melt
free of thought
of breath
of life
chasing
sweetest
death


and flash fiction friday #63; [inclusions]trigger: fail, hail, rail, bail [bonus]sail
rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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fff#63 done+posted@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/07/fff63.html
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Friday, July 03, 2015

flash fiction friday #62

flash fiction friday #62; [inclusions]trigger: terror, raw, equal/ity, free/dom/ness, dead/th/etc.

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
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done+posted [and fff#63 triggered]@ http://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2015/07/fff62-flash-fiction-friday-63.html
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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

fff#61

trying a ting here, writing for a preexisting character addressing a nex' preexisting character, using fff as the experiment it intended to be; still eh sure the end strong enough but these characters wukkin to deadline too, so, ready or not, here we come; my flash fiction friday #61 [adjust tenses+pronouns to suit]trigger: …everything you [do and/or say] only make it worse…

all them pleading faces, nothing like wha’ you expect when you come out; when you went off, gun cock, you thought yourself a martyr for the cause, martyr for your sins, to be taken down once you get everybody attention focus on the right issue, and your own issues dead+bury with you. but the universe had a nex’ plan. now you here in front the people, people who need somebody to show them the way, people looking to you because they feel them currently jockeying for leadership doh have their interests to study…but you know you was only ever a man of talk; all talk, no action (to the despair of the long-suffering madam) and this time your grand attempt at self-sabotage backfire…or maybe work too damn good for your own damn good…your tongue slip on your conscience and sell out your secrets, one after the next, everything you say only make it worse until you thought you done and could retire to obscurity and not have to actually do wha’ you say the good lord tell you do.
you know i doh care for allyuh religious types; i’s my own religion, am my own obeah. but you was called.
i hear the call, hear your name, see your face behind my eyelids.
you have been called.
you have been called to come out.
we called to come out and stand up, stand up for the people.

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Friday, June 26, 2015

flash fiction friday #61

late because, life, again; so it go. no ado.
flash fiction friday #61; [tenses+pronouns to suit] trigger: …everything you [do and/or say] only make it worse…

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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walk good.

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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

fff#60

my flash fiction friday #60; trigger: …hate [pronoun]self for wanting…

letters swim into words+sentences; thoughts crash against each other and i feel like i going+vomit…she had ask me if it still had curry crab on the table when she reach, late, as usual, she+he both, as usual, smug, like they really believe alla-we cyah tell wha’ the arse going on, like we eh seeing them both leave for lunch every pay-friday and neither reach back until we all come back out monday morning; steups…and as much as i hate myself for wanting a 3rd helping i somehow cyah stop my lying mouth trying to save for my greedy belly what i had done make out was a las’ serving hiding in the dish, just enough curry to saturate another warm, fluffy, buttery heap of buss-up-shut, masquerading as mere gravy because joan had know marcia was currying crab for today too and heaven forbid marcia own should somehow impress mr.johnson more, so joan gone all out, cracking shell and shredding meat until it allow me to tell the little white lie, “nah, dread, alla-them pot is jus’ dregs; it might have some dry paratha in the microwave, but tha’s all, nah…” to discourage her foraging+discovering my treasure, since she seem to be looking for something specific…my heart drop when she say she hungry+going+see if it have enough sauce to take down the dryness of a plate of lystra buss-up-shut, but wha’ you go do, eh? cyah have everything…now my screen screaming my foolish mistake…they rush her to port of spain general, but too late; her throat close up faster than her brain+organs could get the oxygen they need to survive…an hour ago my biggest sins were lying+greed; now, i’s a murderer…

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Friday, June 19, 2015

flash fiction friday #60

this extra-late because life is full of ambushes; apologies, and flash fiction friday #60; trigger: ...hate [pronoun]self for wanting...

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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Thursday, June 18, 2015

fff#59

hadda admit, i quite like my flash fiction friday #59; [inclusions]trigger: machine, concentrate, alone, astray

coming from behind i pass a baldhead black fella precariously dangling the longest ash i ever see, singing rihanna bitch better have my money hard hard, word for word, full-on chicken-neck and ducklips pouting around the butt, clearly forgetting he in the car and not his bedroom. i let my grin escape the confines of propriety the same moment my stride and his neckswivel make we eyes make 4 and i hastily drop with mine to the pavement, slightly amazed i can even smile right now, mess that i am, girl undone, led astray, ruined…
…concentrate on the task at hand: straight to the parlour, hot guinness, as instructed; handle the part that is yours…he shoulda talk to his cousin by now, ent; call? you mad?! he mad? of course! who wouldn’t be?
as if beckoned by my interior commess…pathetic fallacy, ent? just learn that the other day; but maybe is only for weather…the road penetrates, way more pong than necessary for the hour; afternoon rush, allyuh eh tired?! i suddenly aware how exposed i am out here, walking, the only one alone; other uniforms clutter the pavement in groups but i am the only one in mine; we don’t lime in the road in our uniform after school. steups. watch me get ketch stupid stupid out here now…and i supposed to be scholarship material?! although, in my defense, my plan didn’ include change of clothes because when we was done i was jumping straight in a car right outside his door and getting out on my streetcorner; hot guinness wasn’ on my itinerary…shit…call, boy? he’ll be more upset to hear my voice asking if he ok or more upset if i doh check? wait until i drink it and reassure him i had the hot guinness? right now he could even worry about breaking inside, with a bus’ frenulum? well, at least he know i eh lie ‘bout being a virgin…but look how whole time i pray for deus ex machina to rid me of him after he rid me of cherry i didn’ really think it could happen…who coulda predict tearing that?! and all i know is, now i doh hadda study he coming ‘round again, and no mess that shower didn’ fix…

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Friday, June 12, 2015

flash fiction friday #59

flash fiction friday #59; [inclusions]trigger: machine, concentrate, alone, astray

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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Thursday, June 11, 2015

writings+readings+tings

cyah keep sitting on good ting to share just because i eh making time to be as discerning as i desire in the process, so again, hasty wash-foot and jump eeen...
still eh sure, after several rereads, what exactly it is i like about this story (but apparently i do) the human phonograph by jonathan tel.
this, i know i like, just now getting to it because, life; stumbled across+shared 1 of matt getty's stories the other day and he came by+commented so i went to actually check him out and fell for another of his stories [linking you to his actual website this rounds] she falls down.
this story is somehow an unexpected loveliness, even on multiple rereads, the ironworkers' hayride by robert olen butler.
and carol emshwiller's mrs.jones a different kinna delight...
and again, with cat rambo's magnificent pigs.
this video, a gift from my macomere; i sure i supposed to be offended by its commentary on how women viewed under the male gaze+etc. but it too true (of how minds can be) to not be absolutely hilarious to me...watch is tropical's "dancing anymore" before i spoil the surprise with words to help my archiving it...like masturbation+house-porn...
and as we talk archives, yao ramesar (whose upcoming last dance of the karaoke king i am fully determined to be in, and have thus already informed him thusly) [film]documents (about halfhour) dying elements of trinidad's traditional mas (bat, minstrel, black indian [with speech]).
and closing with more for the archives, some of trinidad's current music scene as seen+heard+documented by gira latina; loving mungal patesar+pantar around 8minutes (always love me some mungal!) and the amazing robert munro to close later, playing that cuattro straight into the core of me...

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Tuesday, June 09, 2015

fff#58

my flash fiction friday #58: coffee, picture, write, cream[s/y/etc.]

inhale, slow, exhale, slow, inhale, slow, exhale, slow, inhale, slow, exhale, slow...trying to drink fast but not burn any part of my mouth, i wonder how much my breath…inhale, slow, exhale, slow, inhale, slow, exhale, slow…barely making it across the entire surface, could possibly be cooling the dark liquid…inhale, slow, exhale, slow, inhale, slow, exhale, slow…especially as tipping the cup to drink must bring some…inhale, slow, exhale, slow…unbreathed-upon…inhale, slow, exhale, slow…sloshing up from below to surprise my lips and tip of my tongue…inhale, slow, exhale, slow…too besides, my breath particularly scanty right now…inhale, exhale…right now the air i expel lacking both quantity+power…inhale, exhale…and its relative oxygen-richness doh help with temperature, far as i know…inhale, exhale…hence the black coffee in the 1st place, is not like tha’s my usual style; i like my cream+sugar, yes…inhale, exhale…i suppose is granny have me so…inhale, exhale…but wait, our interior body temperature not nearly boiling point anyway? why we’s feel blowing on something could cool it down again? inhale, exhale…admittedly, less steam rising into my nostrils now, sooo…inhale…smells so good…exhale…inhale…better than it taste, for damn sure…exhale, inhale…wonder why black coffee supposed to help an asthma attack…well, how, i suppose, is how it help…some kinna chemical reaction something? caffeine? riiight…caffeine, because coke supposed to work too…dark matters, dread…wait, breathing good again there? gosh yes, thank…but wait…because of gran my introduction to coffee had milk…oh shit! all these years i picturing coffee-coloured skin looking like latte when alla these writers mean something totally different...what the…well, shit…how much else i getting wrong?!

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Friday, June 05, 2015

flash fiction friday #58

flash fiction friday #58; [inclusions]trigger: coffee, picture, write, cream[s/y/ier/iest/etc. if needed]

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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Tuesday, June 02, 2015

fff#57

before story, just hadda say, these fffs been very useful for me as i try to finish diablesse diaries, and i real glad allyuh public-demanded i set it up again, so thanks for this flash fiction friday #57; trigger: …moments [that] amount to nothing momentous…

this year’s resolution: to die.
and this place will never know wha’ it gain through my loss.
they say it cyah be done. and plus nobody ever want to doublecross bois. but this cycle must stop because if i doh break it, it go break me.
you would think in making something like me, bois would have the sense to twist my insides too, render me unfeeling except for the child i must make. and i assumed he did, until i find myself falling, falling, falling…
he was supposed to be another conquest like the rest: engage, lead astray, fuck, send mad+abandon to his death, pray to the forest night for fertilisation; rinse+repeat, if no. instead i find myself not doing the deed i know is mine, stealing time with the walking dead desperately wanting to enjoy him longer, anything for a little more time…
3months later i still stalling+falling deeper+deeper, my blood singing+calling his name into the night, maybe into bois’ ear…i fear for my love’s immortal soul if bois hear i protecting a mark…but this man different; he had the look, the scent, but not the mind of the kinna man i am tasked with culling. when i make him out in the dance that night i make my usual spell and he come straight to my side; it eh decades i doing this and i doh miss…but this man bring a different spirit, not the usual brand of asshole…he talk me into talking and when later i coax him into walking me home i know i will not take him that night.
i don’t take him the nex’ night neither, nor the next.
nights become weeks become months and i become weak with hunger because i cannot consume another while i keep him. serial monogamy comes with the hoof; my condition allows me to take only one at a time and use each [one] only once, impregnated or not. until i consume him i starve both desire+obsession, but he feed something i didn’ know still grew in me…i know i was attempting the impossible, the undead cannot love the living, and live flesh recoils from death; my true face cyah stay hidden forever…
but still, months make me comfortable pretending i am not what i am and when he slide his hands up under my skirts i was sitting wide open, no spell holding him to boundaries i should know better than to let lapse. he was just being affectionate and the lightness of his touch take a moment to register the animal nature of the altar he crouch to worship but as i see it dawn on him what he groping i do the unthinkable, and tell him. everything. what i am, why he still here, how i feel and who i fear…
and he pull back and watch me tell him, listening but barely hearing, shock blocking the weight of my words.
and i know it was impossible when he hold my hands, still on his knees, and tell me if he alive because i love him too much to let my actions run their course, that love mean we can be together. absurd, all the hours we spend, back+forth through the night…love doh make me not what i am. what does? then give the obsession what it crave. we make a child together and raise our child together and i will cease to be what i have been…but i allow myself to believe when he come into me as the hours for my kind dissipating, sun rising to light the 1st+last man to bare my flank, and he touch me and show me he want to love me, prepared to take me as i am, and i feel him move deep inside me and for the 1st time in centuries that sensation doh come with an equally deep flash of hatred.
when i eventually sleep i expect to wake to a new world, not an empty bed. but when i see the note i know is my fault for not knowing better.
i’m sorry. i can’t.
no “love”.
i don’t even remember to check myself in the days after; too weak to hunt, i do nothing but cry+sleep+eat until i feel strong enough to talk to the night again. i hear story on the breeze of him pacing streets of port of spain talking to himself, progressively dirtier, stranger, not recognising friends+family who try to intervene, to carry him home; the irony doesn’t escape me. is that make me realise it happen, my love left his promise fulfilled…
the world is its usual circus but as they navigate hangovers and remembering to write the new date, i considering i have less than 9months now, and this is my only chance. if diablesse exists solely to conceive and bear the child she so covet, then i will make this baby, to sacrifice to the forest night, and when i out her little light, these infinite moments that amount to nothing momentous can finally, finally, end.

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Friday, May 29, 2015

flash fiction friday #57

flash fiction friday #57; [inclusion]trigger: ...moments [that] amount to nothing momentous...
["that" for use if necessary to facilitate voice/syntax; feel free to disregard if no structural necessity]

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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Thursday, May 28, 2015

links+thinks

like i say (and like i also say often, lately, some of these links months old, but ideas still fresh):
purely selfish; i need to be able to find this again, on how to make edible+stackable lego gummies.
for everybody, a view of whole sexual anatomy, starting with the brain and following with solid science about aaalll the parts [aaalllthe parts!!! even the ones you didn' know could do tings] and what they about.
anthony howe's gorgeous moving kinetic sculptures are fascinating, managing to look like something from nature, and alien, at the same time...
einstein+tagore discuss the nature of reality...
definitely to be findable for future reference, how to delete your google history.
on corruption+culture; not exactly us here in sweet t+t[afra raymond, embedded] but valuable lessons for us (and others) still.
and a piece of trini history, unearthed, under the red house, no less! archaeological remains of saladoid peoples, theories surrounding them and the place+time...
heartbreaking read, kelly sundberg's it will look like a sunset.
and even more heartbreaking and incalculably more beautiful read, possibly the most heartbreaking+beautiful i read for the year, lesley nneka arimah's light.
plus 1st glorious aerial photos of cuba!
and closing with a video i loving not just because the track is an alltime favourite but because this chick delivering lyrics in signlanguage mashing up, reminding me of a good friend of mine i miss terribly, plus she reminds me of the translation battles i wish i could jump up in and sends my mind spinning in a few directions i liking..enjoy...

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Tuesday, May 26, 2015

fff#56

my attempt@ flash fiction friday #56; [inclusions]trigger: stay, kept, left, right, wrong

one in front the other, ripples of pain spreading outward from nosebridge across cheekbones, up temples+forehead, infiltrating hairline and washing over+through your entire brain each time your foot strike ground, left, like your heel smashing against your head insteada road, right, reverberating inside your thumping skull, left…keep moving, pushing through the thudding+echoing pain, forward, onward, go…
you eh know how long you walking, running, dragging, where you are anymore, just that you past where you were and must keep going for the smell of home to soothe this headache. the acrid air haunting your nostrils slowly give way to the thick, clinging scent of overripe mangoes, until forced to give way to the dry smoke and fluttering ash of bushfire. you keep going, trying not to think about what you leaving; there was no way to stay. once suspicion set in, mistrust follow, and your secrets cyah be kept for long. any man boldface enough or just wild enough to snatch at you without your come-hither setting up interaction could expose all your business with a flick of his wrist. your skirts and combined powers of selection+illusion are all that keep your truth hidden enough to make continued existence possible.
chief making geera this morning, far in the distance of the smellscape, but inescapable still. keep moving. more bushfire. eventually, a waft of mangoes again, then citrus, and you know you can autopilot the rest. tortuga not exactly close, but estate easy to sniff out for somebody like you who know the place before it had anything besides estate.
nex’ time you’ll be more careful; cyah get too comfortable, clearly; when las’ you misjudge and call-hither the wrong one? you supposed to be better than that, out here too long to mistakenly pick man already too overripe to eat…

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Friday, May 22, 2015

flash fiction friday #56

slightly late but nowhere near as bad as we know trini-time could be...flash fiction friday #56; [inclusions]trigger: stay, kept, left, right, wrong

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

links spinning for months+months now...

plenty links because i lapsing since year start, backlog eh fully cleared since i was still awaiting new machine so extra words@minimum this rounds; archive+share, 1time:
not actually sure how i feel about this, but leaving the dildo of your partner's ashes right here for future reference, just in case...
hilarious[+interesting!] miles davis blindfold tests [and, of course i substituted 1+2@url to read the rest].
5 literary art projects with delightful results; gorgeous illustrations of finnegan's wake, moby dick, et al.
was thinking meself about why so many so quick to claim "(slight) ocd" for behaviour simply anal-retentive or perfectionist; this gives a more accurate picture of why much of that is wrong, and frustrating for those who actually do battle ocd.
ting to read, the inimitable martin "mice" raymond's comparison of contemporary carnival bands with a tight historical intro.
the more you know...correlation between lead levels and violence+crime, with handy nb about how much lead remains in our immediate ecosystem today in spite of unleaded gas and paint...
and yes, the more you know and all, but this i post as a reminder of how fucked up people truly are, with the clear warning that you may not want to know these details of the cia torture report's grisliest findings...
a good, clear and truly useful bicycle-analogy for race/privilege, since conversations seem eternally fraught...
and now badness aside, warming up the eyes because i closing with videos, great shots of some wonderfully curvy women.
1st funny

then funny froggies

then the amazing baryshnikov+buck for rag+bone

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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

letter to a hopeful artist; written for me!

this is an open letter a theatre practitioner i love+respect wrote me and publicly posted after a performance we did together las' year; been meaning to repost here, not to brag, but so that on the days i feel listless, uninspired, uncreative, untalented, i can be reminded that i am capable of great things and make meself get back up+make/art/wuk...so, for those[me] who sometimes[often] need reminding that what we do is worthwhile+appreciated,

OPEN LETTER TO ELISHA EFUA BARTELS as MEDEA
in the Trinidad Theatre Workshop TTW staged reading of:
CARNIVAL MEDEA : A Bacchanal
by
Rhoma Spencer and Shirlene Holmes
Adapted from the Euripides Tragedy

That you, Bartels Efua Elisha, should have risen so gloriously, like a full moon in Petit Carême season, cannot be lightly considered.

That you brought with your sudden, much-needed arrival in Rhoma's production, the political attributes of a Walcott-trained thespian dispensing concision and impromptuality - Medea-style - even before you subsumed yourself into the sacrificial role, attests to your dignified understanding of your own personal weddinged pain and your carefully-nurtured, experiential collection of a Caribbean-styled Aristotelian theatre at its best.

Peradventure, to say your personal presentation of Medea was "Wonderful!" is a politically-distracting understatement - an inverted euphemism of sorts - that lends artificial credibility to the sacredness of what can be only equated to your soulful offertory of a holy and religiously-ecstatic portrayal of a practiced Bunraku artist. The Japanese would snap you up in a second...despite their gendered preference!!!

Would that you continue to present yourself as Peter Brook's empty space while "crossing the abyss on a tightrope...!"

I have become languid of the kitchen-sink dramatists of recent vintage and had surrendered my carefully-honed artistic sensibilities back to their original muse... but last night... they were resurrected!!... by your touching, sensitive kaleidscopic painting, of a classic tragic heroine named Medea, on the canvas of my mind.

For that, I celebrate you and pronounce your name publicly. Continue the greatness, chile!

Love, Strength and Powers!!!

Che Rodriguez.

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Monday, May 18, 2015

fff#55

my flash fiction friday #55; starter-trigger:

the problem with flowers is they don’t actually eliminate smell, are at best merely a mask, and as olfactory ruse, weak. so in spite of the many roses you thought to bring, the scent is still like a velvet-cushioned bag of bricks to the head upon entry and sticks in your nostrils like an umbrella was inserted+opened behind it. roses still sweet+earthy as ever, but playing accessory to the crime starring the scent of dead; in their current supporting-cast context, synecdoche for your entire garden, carefully cultivated for nobody to appreciate. your mind thought it was prepared. it was wrong. you were wrong.
roses grow into vines and spiral from the tangle clutched in your hands out+around your head, crown dethorned as you plucked them, the most time you had ever spent attending to individual plants, using the time to gather yourself for the scene you knew you would enter.
the roses keep growing, crown creeping back down to your shoulderblades and planting itself, then spreading upward+outward, feathers of petals whispering at your shoulders and beyond them, attar fanning into the airwaves over your love as your new-formed wings rustle, then stretch, then beat gently, once, twice, 3times, and lift you easily up+away from the end of the one person you ever thought loved you.

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Friday, May 15, 2015

flash fiction friday #55

on time this time, with hopes for my actual story's timeliness too, so, without further ado, flash fiction friday #55 trigger: the problem with flowers is...

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.55a.m. friday, trinbago timezone; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago timezone.*
if your trigger is not chosen and you think it is too brilliant not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.
you will write an anecdote, short story, song or novel length prose poem using the trigger provided.
you will add comments and appropriate linkage to my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment on my blog).
you may join in at any time prior to deadline.*
you will display your piece as a post on your own blog (or as a comment on my trigger-post or fasbook note or whaever, once we can all read it- please make sure we can all access the link to read it, not just those who are your friends on fasbook; there's a way to create public links for that, right?).
you will be done by monday noon trinbago timezone.*[in light of collective busyness and my general mentality, i not pressed about these deadlines 'cause i'd rather have fun reading late than never, so if you want to fff past deadline, go through hard, just make sure you comment on the appropriate trigger-post so we know which it belongs to, and if is a real old trigger, comment on the most recent post as well so we know something new to back-back+read...if nobody fffs i'll leave the same trigger up until at least 1person other than myself writes a piece]*
write fresh!
walk good.

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