Friday, May 31, 2019

flash fiction friday #75

dread. i now jump up, grab a mango, gone by the kitchen sink, bite+break+peelback skin, sink my teeth into this delightful, edible piece of sunshine...and as i greedily sucking back the 1st mouthful, chasing juice down my lip with my tongue, all the tension leave my body in a rush and my knees get weak weak like a tiny orgasm, oui...
thus come flash fiction friday #75; [inclusions] trigger: seed, feed, weed, bleed, greed/y.

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
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 this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here 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 this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory 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 time.*[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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Blogger Adam Andrews said...

searching for soul in the receding luminescence of twilight
a film of dusk
raises off my skin
like powder from a moth's wing
shimmering,
dancing in the air
gold, purple, emerald,
burnt oranges and yellows
and rich light browns
all while the day
bleeding itself out,
stutters and stumbles to the west
a bad actor, greedy for stage
refusing to die
on time.

the sky darkens, the night-blanket is on us
a lighter flicks
a spliff is lit
weed as incense,
libations for twilight
and endless times of change.
for those who were here
and are not
and yet to come,
for seeds planted
and yet to be sown.

ritual
touching of self
hand to head
spliff to mouth inhale
exhale
repeat|repeat
while repeating, recline
and find
the oldest tapestry, the slowest motion picture
eyes feed on spot after spot
night-blanket and its holes.

3:00 am  
Blogger sweet trini said...

my fff#75 posted right above this post on this blog, or@ https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2019/06/fff75.html
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Tuesday, May 28, 2019

fff#74

my extremely late (but because of bbcdeadline-meeting, so i find you could 'llow me) flash fiction friday #74 trigger: write of [a] being stuck in space and/or time...[trigger wording does not indicate specific personal beliefs about spacetime continuum and/or possibilities available to non/sentient beings but simply provides, hopefully, the most storytelling options possible within given constraints.]

when sky blue so deep it almost black is time to go back. i obey the rule of lore. i do not test its fallibility. i do not risk daybreak.
straight to silkcotton tree, to my hole, to my self, to reluctantly relinquish this feared- my favoured- form, i fly, lighting up blueblack sky with the saddest moment of my every fullmoon feeding+freedom. there is never a time i do not wish with every flicker of my being to stay this way. but still i obey.
rule of lore.
go back. back to my skin, to the cage i keep me in, to contain myself as the lore demand, abandoning fire+flight before daylight, i slip into my self and…
“skin, skin, you nah know me?!”
words of lore come before i catch what going on
torn from throat unable to reclaim its form
fiery piercing pain like cellular injection
no thought pure sensation of skin insurrection
salt grains burning flesh dna rejection
human flame trapped soucouyant extinction
shrivelling dying in perpetual slowmotion
shrivelling dying in perpetual slowmotion
shrivelling
dying
perpetual
slowmotion


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Friday, May 24, 2019

flash fiction friday #74

flash fiction friday #74 trigger: write of [a] being stuck in space and/or time...
[trigger wording does not indicate specific personal beliefs about spacetime continuum and/or possibilities available to non/sentient beings but simply provides, hopefully, the most storytelling options possible within given constraints.]

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
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 this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here 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 this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory 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 time.*[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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Blogger Adam Andrews said...

PART 1

It have certain things dat de shape of ah mango allow it to do an' not do.
Dat is physics.
Mango doh know like how ah woman or man know.
Mango only know like mango could know.

But mango know enough to be real surprised when it leave de stem and never hit nothing.

Mango confuse. In terms of what mango know, when it leave de stem, it supposed to hit ground. Mango didn't call it ground, or hit, or stem.

De way it should go is, if mango not on de stem, then mango have one mission now, and that is to throw root into ground and grow into tree. Mango don't know root or tree either, and it don't know grow.

Mango is just really a slave to chemical responses triggered by physical stimuli, such as, a middle-bearing-aged mango, refusing to make de necessary lifestyle changes and thus becoming too heavy (the inherent paradox being that fuller mangoes are more desirable) to hold on to a stem. Said stem giving way, releasing mango into free-fall, and as mango spin it begins to release new chemicals. Cacophonies of peel, flesh, seed and amber sapblood, and de pale milky tear forming where it was attached to de stem, all combine to make a scent dat must attract, flies and birds, cattle and people. Mango need help, to strip away de flesh and de skin so dat de seed could now, naked as it born, return to de earth, back to mother.

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Blogger Adam Andrews said...

PART 2

Outside of physics, a nex' ting mango doh know is probability. Dis itself, not too far fetched, given mango total lack of any mathematical knowledge, and not limited to de computational level but even if we just talking basic numeracy, mango and maths is ah NO. Like dat shit so understood it capitalized...we digress.

Mango and probability is ah NO.
Mango just releasing chemicals and advertising itself for consumption so dat it could survive.
Mango, surprisingly, more and more sounding like a sex worker.

Mango, releasing chemicals, advertising and spinning, don't know, but know dat it suppose to hit ground, ignorant of maths and anything math related, and is off de stem, in free-fall, making little mango-type revolutions through de air, and what den, are de odds?

What are de odds dat mango spin in a way that no mango ever spin before.
Is not so much dat mango spin out of existence, is more like mango spin right into existing.
On de way down, after leaving the stem, mango never hit ground.
De perfect, mango-type revolutions, as executed by, now off de stem, free-falling mango, excite up molecule in de atmosphere and, de molecular activity lead to, unknown to mango, a build up of energy as un-witnessed by humanity and a resulting wormhole completes the cliche and appears, just large enough and appearing instantaneously long enough to swallow mango, and only mango. It eh take no ground, no nothing else. It was, just a blip of something looking like it become nothing. Like it was never dey.

Mango with de perfect mango-type revolutions is now in an ascended state of nirvana and has gone from being an unregarded collection of universal material, to de centre.
Mango, by entering de wormhole while performing perfect mango-type revolutions triggered two things.

First, which was triggered by de wormhole but, de wormhole really create by de spin of Mango and thus causation can be attributed to Mango, but de wormhole led, not through time but rather to an eternal moment.
Dis moment led to de second thing which was Mango becoming sentient.
Dis sentient, still spinning, free-falling Mango, immediately understood how it came to be.
De wormhole dat it generated took it to a dimensional plane where it is forever trapped in its act of perfection, de perfect mango-type revolutions that it randomly fell into, while falling from de stem.
Having been transported to dis eternal moment while embodying mango-type perfection, Mango also acknowledges dat it is not only sentient but is in fact transcended. Mango now, lives in de moment, has no judgement, is fully enlightened.

Mango's first and second to last thought as an enlightened being is
'Now dat I sentient and enlightened and understand wha transpire, I could head back earth and show dem people de scene.'
Mango's last thought is
'Nah. Fuck dat. Fuhs man try to eat mih go geh through.'

Which is very much an un-enlightened sentiment, the realization of which causes Mango's rotation to wobble ever so slightly from the axis of perfect mango-type revolutions but it is enough to immediately reverse the whole process.

Back on earth, two hundred years had passed.
De tree mango fell from has long gone.
De field the tree was in, gone, a small city in the general area, but only pavement and road in the like, de exack spot where de tree was.
This hungry vagrant now shuffling off to find some shade from de hot sun.
He forget that the mango tree he know from small, done gone. He walking off pondering this when a full, juicy mango hit him on top his head, like just drop outta nowhere.

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Blogger sweet trini said...

my [extra-late]fff#74@ https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2019/05/fff74.html or the post immediately above this one on this blog...walk good.

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Thursday, May 23, 2019

all the vibes

wine low.
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Wednesday, May 22, 2019

vent.

sigh. i's try, eh. i's honestly try. but i evidently do not play well with others. i feel like i even say this here before. i's make every effort but my way is not the way for anybody but me, it seem. and that would be fine, i good with that, except fuckers keep coming 'round, asking, begging, wanting me to play. and i say no. i say so much no. but they persist. and when i say, experience is why i say no, they still persist, each convinced that he so different, he will be the one to make it work. and everytime i say, i hear better cock than you crow and still end up in the pelau...and still they insist+persist. and thus far they have each+every one all been the same in this particular regard, in spite of the plethora of protestations. not that they can bear to hear that either, any more than my no. this is a man ting i have had decades to observe: each one of them convinced that he is the one to hold me, contain me, keep me for heself and heself alone. they are each+every single one wrong. everyfuckingbody need to understand:
i am not and will never be your woman.
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Monday, May 20, 2019

fff#73

almost feel like cheating with it being sooo short, but it actually saying xackly wha' i wanted and no attempt to draw out more create anything i like better than this, so, welcome to my flash fiction friday #73; title trigger: the end.

gooey droplets of
truth
is beauty
raining
spurting
squirting
gushing
blushing
fountain
of youth.

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Friday, May 17, 2019

flash fiction friday #73

apologies; my belly send me in the kitchen in a bad timing for fff. but better late, as i always saying...flash fiction friday #73 trigger; title: the end.

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
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 this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here 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 this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory 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 time.*[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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Blogger sweet trini said...

my fff#73 shared directly above this post on this blog, or@ https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2019/05/fff73.html
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Blogger Adam Andrews said...

Jasper people come to Moruga from America, this much he know. He doh know where in America they come from. He doh know who was Buffalo Soldier from who was old slave. Who was field hand from who was house nigger. He raise in the Baptist faith. Shouter Baptist who take Jesus and baptize him in Yoruba and Igbo. Loving the white man god, not knowing they guilty of spiritual miscegenation with their faith mixing and douglarizing of doctrine.

The old testament confuse Jasper. All the tracing of lines, lineage, make him think.
He is Jasper, son of Robert.
Robert was the son of Stephen.
Stephen was a Meriken and he was the son of?
He is Jasper, son of Annette.
Annette was the daughter of Veronica (Vero) and Vero meet Stepehen on the boat to Trinidad.
She was Meriken too but she know that she is Vero, daughter of Nathaniel and Venus.
Right there it stop. Jasper can't go back no more. Stephen on his father side. Nathaniel and Venus on his mother side. He reach the end.

Lying in prone position, dorsal to the ground, staring at the sky, Jasper feels surreal. The evening sun is almost fully crossed to the west and he is watching clouds roll by, feeling wind on his skin. Strong gusts that shake his body a little and light gusts that make him conscious of the hair of his arms and legs brushing lightly against his skin. His mind full of Abrahams and Issacs and Adams. Davids and Sauls and Josephs. A whole sea of ancestors. When he thinks of himself, though, he feels like he can only swim in a fishbowl.

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Monday, May 13, 2019

fff#72

flash fiction friday #72 trigger was brought to you by 3big hardback man in a taxi singing along lustily to, "if you don't like girls that are smarter than you, well, then you might not like me..."; inclusions: unexpected, trio, off, surround, odd.

the knife was unexpected. trio of heart, hoof, head thudding too deep, too hard to think straight, i couldn’t get past what the…
then something take over, push him off me and use his moment of surprise at my strength to snatch the blade. press it against his jaw and shock him with the strength of my other hand squeezing his throat.
“so you like danger eh,?”
no answer from the nearly-departed now at my mercy, just terror in his eyes at my smile, not understanding my glee at his demonstrating just how much he deserve his fate this night. not merely an unfaithful man, attempted violence too, and who knows what end he intend; but now violence is mine to enact this night. he will no longer get to enjoy his final act. i go use his body, take what i want, and once i relieve him of his seed, end him. and he might still get treated better than he had plan to treat me. at least, until his ghosts surround and carry him with them into eternity…man like he must have plenty.
i whisper, “i know you must be confuse. you move so easy, confident, i could tell you get away with this plenty times before so it must be odd to find yourself on the other side, so easily disarmed. but before this over it go get stranger, still; you have no idea who+what you choose to fuck with tonight.”
knife still at his neck, i undo and push down his pants with my other hand and start stroking him to readiness.

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Friday, May 10, 2019

flash fiction friday #72

flash fiction friday #72, brought to you by 3big hardback man in the taxi yesterday afternoon singing along lustily to, "if you don't like girls that are smarter than you, well, then you might not like me..."; [inclusions] trigger: unexpected, trio, off, surround, odd.

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
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 this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here 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 this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory 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 time.*[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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Blogger sweet trini said...

my fff#72 posted immediately above this trigger post on blog, or@ https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2019/05/fff72.html
walk good.

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Blogger Adam Andrews said...

old man on the pavement
day and night
rain and shine.
when he doh sleep
he walk or beg
until he have to sleep again.
wrinkled skin folds
surrounds,
lines of the journey.

he sleep
he wake
he beg
existence, a trio of need
defined by craving.
when he waking
he send words out
"lil help. lil help here"
hoping money come in return
the "fuck off" eh really
unexpected

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Thursday, May 09, 2019

all tings frida [plus humans are weird]

when i tell you i adore this woman! just running in quick quick to make sure i never forget this archive of frida kahlo's life+work out there, and to rest down this link to some of the loveliest alien/humans-are-weird fiction ideas i come across in ages [:
plus, as this clearly become a creative resources post, this my dearest, imposter have someting in it i like percolating, so lemme make sure i eh lose that link, neither; we go see what come...
enjoy.
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Tuesday, May 07, 2019

fff#71

sooo very extremely late, but still, always, better than never, my flash fiction friday #71, in honour of the ongoing bocas litfest; [inclusions] trigger: mouth, heart, illuminate, transport, transform.

who in the known universe saying no to something like that, right?! so nex’ thing i know meh mouth suddenly being ever-so-gently exhorted by a tingly, tickly, not-quite-fingery feeling…
being engaged by the proboscis as creepy as you expect, just thankfully offset (kinda) by lightness of touch, not nearly invasive as greeting one of them from gallifrey9 or from baitellejoos0 or anything so…but then come the foot-thing. nobody had tell me ‘bout that part before, and i wasn’ ready, oui. was. not. ready.
i know i had was to go in barefoot and that, in+of itself, was a scene with me, but i wasn’ trying to turn down this rare frigging moment so i tell meself, foot could wash after: jump in…
saying to meself, them needing me barefoot come like how some humans shake hands and where that originate from, ent? saying to meself, everybody have they ways, not so? saying to meself, them probably find slamming fists together a bizarre frigging way to show solidarity, too…and with all them thing i tell meself, still, just…was. not. ready.
meh heart reach in meh mouth right behind the pullback of the proboscis when this 9foot shadow of dark matter and plasma collapse from in front meh face into freeflow form and jus’ so, jus’ so, winding all around+between meh foot! all under meh arch and between meh toes and wrapping meh ankles, this cold-but-not, slippery-but-not, slithery-but-not…cyah even explain how this could possibly be stranger, more intrusive than the proboscis, but trust, was definitely the weirdest thing i ever feel in any of meh lives so far. almost make me leave outta there one time, but i couldn’ bear to not let meself get wha’ i come for after reaching so far; i mean, i done let them push proboscis all the way to soft palate, cyah back out now…i tell meself just be still…be still…breathe…
and with my nex’ deep, deep breath, the whole space behind meh closed eyes, and outside, illuminate.
everything go from greyish murk to indigo to bright light in 3blinks and it was like the first time i ever transport from outer into original space all over again, except this still feel so expansive i could tell my thoughts extending, could feel my brain growing to accommodate all this newness, could sense meh senses feeling theyself…
if you ever get offer chance to bond with a indigood, doh stick; it will transform you…

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Friday, May 03, 2019

flash fiction friday #71

flash fiction friday #71, in honour of the ongoing bocas litfest; [inclusions] trigger: mouth, heart, illuminate, transport, transform.

rules of engagement:
you will send in your suggestions for flash fiction friday triggers (starter sentences/phrases, closers, titles, inclusions, structural/thematic challenges, etc.) anytime during the week up to 11.09a.m. friday, trinbago time; i will post the new fff trigger by noon friday trinbago time.*
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 this/my trigger-post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your piece (don't need a blogger/gmail account to comment here 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 this/my trigger-post or fasbook note or instastory 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 time.*[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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Blogger At Jones said...

Your feed my mouth with silence, killed my heart with fear. I guessed that's what I needed, because my blood ran cold with stares. You lluminate me, showing my dark side and with my need for pain should I be a shamed? transport me to a new destination where my dimension transforms me, and gives me hope that no matter how much you feed me silence ill speak.

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Blogger sweet trini said...

extra late, but still, my fff#71 shared on this blog immediately above, or@ https://urbanfolktales.blogspot.com/2019/05/fff71.html
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Thursday, May 02, 2019

even more cowbell

had a veeerrryyy useful script workshop for bbc commission yesterday and now even more excited about water more than flour! between that+bocaslitfest+lilliput+carifesta, though, my arse too damn busy for the post i wanna write, so meanwhile lemme just make sure i rest this thread here, because explaining a joke without unfunnying the entire enterprise so damn impressive, but also because this make that cowbell sketch even more hilarious...enjoy!
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