Tag Archive | postcard fiction

Postcard Fiction in hellscape

I have two pieces in Issue 1 of hellscape, a journal exploring “the true terror of human existence.”  Thanks to co-editors Rhodes Thompson and Shaun Holloway for featuring both “Nothing Happens” and “Recurrent Dream”.

You can see them here.

Leave the Path Open (plus another koan collage)

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When I was young I tried to order my life around. I thought if I played by the rules, everything would work out.  But the rules wouldn’t play back.  Once I gave in to the inevitability of life’s whims, what was happening to me became a lot more interesting.  Not easier.  Never smooth.  But sometimes I found wonder and enchantment.  And even sometimes grace.  I just needed to leave a space without expectations to be filled.

I walk through valleys
behind a path that opens–
my cup overflows.

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I know, there’s a lot going on here.  Frank at dVerse asked us to consider in haibun an occasion when we were pleasantly surprised.  It was difficult for me to focus on that idea because every day I’m surprised (albeit some days more pleasantly than others).  The haibun explains why.

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I was also working on a collage for the painting Jane Dougherty challenged us with, above, by Hugo Simberg.  It doesn’t have much pleasantness about it, and my collage also looked somewhat apocalyptic to me.  But the Collage Box Oracle had its own ideas about the images.  And, somehow, it fits.

Bodies are
made of light
and shadow.
Does chaos reflect
the meaning of
The Inner Cosmology?–
Lives balanced
on the unexpected.

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…and, well, you know…owls.

 

 

 

More Wings

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Jane Dougherty posted a challenge (via Jerennazuto at itsallaboutnothingg) for a story about lost wings.  I’ve been working on a series of postcard fiction responses to Paul Klee’s angels, and this one seemed to fit the prompt well.

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Behind every door,
dreams
of escape–
like a bird on fire,
she was gone–
into the light’s
shadow.

The work of Klee’s I referenced here is titled “Angel in the Making”.

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Postcard Fiction: What She Saw, Part 4

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I’m interrupting my NaPoWriMo magnetic poetry series for a day to interject my response to Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction Challenge from two Sundays ago.

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“How can you shift what would have been the border?”

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This one folds out; it’s collaged on a political mailer I got for last fall’s primary election.  I’ve been wanting to try one of these for awhile, and the painting Jane posted worked perfectly.

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It also continues a series of “What She Saw” responses to Jane’s prompts.

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I’m behind on Jane’s microfiction challenges, but the paintings are in a folder, and I’ll get to them as I have time.  The angels are on my mind for sure.

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Back to the Magnetic Oracle tomorrow.

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Postcard Fiction: Become a Traveler

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What to do between the silent secrets of stars?
Open the question at the crossroads of memory and your dreams.
Chase clouds of deep light.
Learn how to become a traveler in the unexplainable.
(in any order…)

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For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction prompt, above.

Postcard Fiction: On the Other Side

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All sleep ends up on the other side
There’s a turning point that takes everything everywhere
outside of time and space
poised on the edge of nowhere

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Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange microfiction prompt, a painting by Hans Thoma.

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Postcard Fiction: desrever

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At night
lost and found
are reversed and
there is only one
opening

For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange microfiction challenge…an eerie illustration to a Russian folk tale by Ivan Bilibin, below.

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There are some truly wonderful responses this week…go to Jane’s post and check them out.

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My collage boxes, however, are still stuck in the between.

Postcard Fiction: Empty Handed

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how come nobody
why inside why
gone silent
transparent breath
empty handed

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Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction painting, above, by Pierre Puvis de Chavannes , is once again ambiguously suggestive.

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And once again, as so often happens in these postcard fiction worlds, I see an opening that leads somewhere else…

 

 

Postcard Fiction: Something Waiting

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here in the darkness
something waiting    a question
the passage between

Jane Dougherty’s “strange and creepy” prompt painting this week, by Gabriel von Max,  is mysterious and enigmatic.

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That shadow figure is definitely not bringing tidings of comfort and joy.

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Postcard Fiction: Tomorrow Never Knows

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we’re swimming in air
we breathe    the stars shine
the waves send time deep

the moment faces the sea
tomorrow is eternal

Jane Dougherty’s Sunday challenge, below, inspired the usual shifting world.  The tanka formed quickly from my word box.

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Should we believe in yesterday?  or tomorrow?

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