Image Maker: Jennifer Kerr
I dream in colour
but live in black and white
as my disparate life
is poetry
only in words
spoken by you
Random Word: Nugacity
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Image Maker: Jennifer Kerr
I dream in colour
but live in black and white
as my disparate life
is poetry
only in words
spoken by you
Random Word: Nugacity
‘What they don’t tell you, is that the guy without balls has to be gay or he could still help a lonely girl’.
The women roared with laughter. Millie thought, this was one fun old folks home.
Later at tea, she helped start their first Mexican Bra wave, which when perfected, rounded off most evenings.
Random Word: How could you
Jenny was dead, murdered, they discovered. The bullet hole in the head was a clue. But it was missed as the hotel was auditioning for Murder Mystery corpses. She was offered the job but as they told the police, it was later withdrawn as they found she was over qualified.
Random Word: What if
pale morning shadow
of night time's silvery light
the disparate moon
Random Word: Disparate
Down in the square, the camel’s side-to-side motion made its rider look very green.
The pensioners in the Hair Today barbers were betting on how long he would last. Old Bill had a dead cert from insider information - his boys wore the camel’s costume and had spiked the rider’s beer.
Random Word: Why Not
Lady Smyth was horrified to see who the poetry reader was. It was the Stephen Fry debacle again, only this one was gay and an Australian.
Random Word: Austral
Igor was a paid-up Greenpeace zombie opposed to the better known midnight snackers. But he needed a livelihood so to speak. His solution was to set up Urban Scarecrows ® with its slogan, ‘You looking at me?’. This cut crime and developed a recycled foodline. Well, a guy has to eat.
Random Word: The Guests