not quite sure how i feel about this one yet, but the point is to challenge self and step out the comfort zone, ent? so, my flash fiction friday #52; [inclusions]trigger: miss, bliss, kiss, hiss how to miss somebody you eh talk to in 3years: secretly, because you should be good+over it by now, try, for your sanity, to pretend they doh exist; everytime the phone still eh them adjust expectations downward minutely so as to always leave room for hope, the hiss of your exhale incomprehensibly melancholy to your current caller who will never think to just ask because they don’t can’t know you; dream the bliss of having never met, loved, lost, knowing still you’d have it no other way, would never trade such [an] experience for mere obliteration of pain, every kiss in memory a knife cutting away the self you willing to offer; more than you thought you’d continue to as time continues to the inevitable; more than you ever thought possible the instant you hear they completely gone, beyond the furthest reaches of your belated apologies+regrets… walk good.
sans ado; flash fiction friday #52 [inclusions]trigger: miss, bliss, kiss, hiss 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 the 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.
and now just read this [shivanee send me] by danez smith: alternate names for black boys 1. smoke above the burning bush 2. archnemesis of summer night 3. first son of soil 4. coal awaiting spark & wind 5. guilty until proven dead 6. oil heavy starlight 7. monster until proven ghost 8. gone 9. phoenix who forgets to un-ash 10. going, going, gone 11. gods of shovels & black veils 12. what once passed for kindling 13. fireworks at dawn 14. brilliant, shadow hued coral 15. (I thought to leave this blank
but who am I to name us nothing?) 16. prayer who learned to bite & sprint 17. a mother’s joy & clutched breath walk good.
again, late, but my live performances weekend gone are more than reason enough, and weekend coming i get to challenge meself simply to meet fff deadlines for a change, ent? i gather this trigger a little tough but figure alla-we down for a challenge, right...so my attempt@ flash fiction friday #51 [inclusion] trigger; moss, loss, floss, gloss, boss: the actual last dance eh the one the dj announce. is come right after, your ears straining slightly for loss of volume because sound system packing up, lights turn on and brooms appear and if you were at all blivious you’d clock level cut-eye levelled your way from all paid to be there who want you gone, but you wrap up like a roti in this dance, the deep, slow, tight, quiet, intense wine of bodies not ready to be separated… some nights the music just take you, carry you somewhere unknown, ecstatic, and you eh know how you reach or come back or wha’ happen in between but you feel the dancing in your bones still after music stop; movement spirit your self away to parts unheard-of, sneaking past ti-marie’s trap snapping shut, under soucouyant skin hide up in silk-cotton tree, not just behind god back but further beyond to places, spaces, where drum alone is heartbeat, feet follow hips without feeling the shift from solid wood to mossy earth to not even touching ground anymore, senses aloft and the world spinning only to the rhythm you dancing… and some nights when you reaching out there if another energy reaching out into the universe too it can lift you higher, sweeping along with yours and raising the vibes and you dance the outer edges of infinity, ever-expanding, all light+sound, until the dj call… and then you guide each other’s journey back, sweat-drenched, glossy-eyed, breathing ragged like exhausted masqueraders just cross the stage, floss wilted now, feathers drooping and beads buss ‘way, but tired with gladness, never sadness, except for the knowing you back in reality now and the bossman say, party done. walk good.
right on time; flash fiction friday #51 [inclusions]trigger: moss, loss, floss, gloss, boss. 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 the 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.
late again, but hopefully never never and always worthwhile; this one i scrapped completely and restarted from scratch but think i might like now, opening with the trigger, flash fiction friday #50: redlight…all the time in the world…my head fills with noise, ideas dancing in from all directions+dimensions at once, declaring themselves all at once, justifying themselves, pointing out their connectedness to the story, their organicness, intrinsicness, immediacy, what doors+windows they might throw open, closets’ dark corners they could illuminate, in that intrusive, almost rude way they can have, that insistence on themselves to the exclusion of others…certain ideas can be very selfish sometimes, at least until they find themselves committed to page, even in draft, when they can relax enough to allow exploration of/with/through others… thoughts show off their inherent wit, or darkness, because the ones loitering in my headspace know i like that kinna ting, know i like twisty+strange…my shoulder starts to twitch, elbow contracts, hand on steeringwheel jumping slightly, ghosting motions i can barely wait to reach home+execute. words pour into my consciousness, waterfall, avalanche, whisper, roar in my mind+ears; hands itching to capture them and lay them out in order for eyes to read back… greenlight… go. walk good.
this week's lateness not my fault, i swear: blame tstt! and trinidad's general attitude to such problems as our phone+internet access suddenly+inexplicably going down, with unerringly terrible timing. sorry for the hour down, but all is not lost; we still reach. oh, and industrious folks asking about archiving these fff triggers with the pieces written for each [yay!] and i clean forget to say until now, but now pressed for time; read the rules of engagement fully and you'll find a system built in, ready to use and even possible to backlink weeks past, so now look flash fiction friday #50 [inclusion] trigger: redlight...all the time in the world... 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 the 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.
is level lateness, i know, but i liking what come this rounds; look my flash fiction friday #49: as soon as you finally start to relax...as you think you can finally dare to breathe again, dare to let the universe register your existence again as you done do them deeds done only under darknight, this is the moment of vulnerability, the moment you need to protect. you are hunter, stalker, alpha claiming her prize, but in the moment after he scream [in the distance], exhausted, worn by eternity, you doubt what you do, doubt your existence warrants this destruction...you might know what you are but not why, or how, know what you must do but not what happens if you don’t…death? possible? who knows? what you know you know is to feed your appetite and desire, and squash the guilt of sating them. every existence have its rhythm, yours no less for being impossible; death part of life’s cycle, the unborn+undead trapped in an endless loop until/unless the right obeah pushpull them to a next plane. you struggle against stagnation in 3dimensions, the inconvenient collision of hoof+hip in spacetime forcing you to align your consummations with moon-movements while watching your monthly cycle for sign of the child you hunt to sire. the moment you relax, his scream fading in the distance, he seeps out of you and your need starts to build again… walk good.
not always there when you want but [hopefully] always on time...knowing i'd be en route to (or in) guayaguayare today i actually manage to remember to schedule this trigger (as i know some new folks falling in: anytime i doh specify, trigger's a starter) and feeling very chuffed about it. look flash fiction friday #49 trigger: as soon as you finally start to relax... 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 the 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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Lovely and raw, in a good way.
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