All Blog Posts Tagged 'Fiction' (564)

Old Farm Road.SS:25JUL09

Old Farm Road

'If God is Your Co-Pilot, Change Seats' the roadside church sign

white/black welcomed passerbys, you kept your sunglasses on the

map on your knee, I dwelled on opacity and distractedly thought

how you wouldn't buy me that 'Kid Rock' Sinatra-ish maderas

accented Glen Plaid fedora, substituting the long roll of Sweet Tarts as

penance for my hurt look when you demonstrated the pewter necklace

pendulum penis, operated by pulling a…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 31, 2019 at 9:08pm — 1 Comment

get a kick out of you

get a kick out of you

RATE: 1 Flag

and each 1 minute becomes 100 years, as I have entered your room walking 12 feet one way and 10 feet the other over your cot around the dresser crawling over the locked roll top desk scattered with boxes of fine paper and 0ld codes and bird skulls and a miniature glass circus I pace wildly walking corner to corner again along the wall toward the other corner I turn my hands on each corner wall and then run very fast to the other corner down the…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 28, 2019 at 9:31am — 4 Comments

Green Before It Was Cool

He walked into a roil of pavement heat as the telephone in his cargo shorts sang Can-Can just as he down-stepped to the tar-laced tarmac from the coldly air conditioned confines of Emperor Gasoline, wondering how he'd describe his blinded sensation of the quaffed 100 degree heat wall while the traffic creaked and groaned simultaneously in air pungent as white oily stagnation that wafted within sharp clear green glints off windshields, mirrors and rust-pitted…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 27, 2019 at 10:30pm — 3 Comments

100 Minutes

He would stand and pedal and ride with Andrea ---the water from her yellow bikini bottom saturated the wide vinyl Schwinn seat, her padded top pressing his shoulder blades like mysterious succulent secret mounds of wonder, her innocent nipples maybe as pinkish/red rounded as large as lava-colored watches' little faces --- they would race on only after drinking the cream soda sharing the bottle mouth to mouth, hers coquettish and full allowing red evidence real cute on the glass bottle…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 26, 2019 at 11:30pm — 4 Comments

Unidentified Swimmers~Way Up North

I had planned to relax.

I've lived a joyous life for approximately 10,000 years without you.

Like the remarkable Louis-Ferdinand Celine, get me the N.Y. Times, and a warm roll with butter in the morning.

First of all, my wrists are bad ... I am restless, incorrigible,

malcontent ... I am out of Baileys n' Cream... I have more than

several deeply respectful homages that I ought to unburden…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 26, 2019 at 9:38pm — 10 Comments

Twenty-Three Minutes

Up on over the path's hill standing and riding along the cliff's side, the thick limbs of ash trees and beech drawn sideways for dark trail shade grown huge from the earth below and higher finally than the hawk who lived nearby powerfully gliding its shadow crossing the boy's route, the bicycle's speed wonderful yet perilously close to the graveled edge --- you had to lean into it and squint into the wind going down as it was too steep for nothing but out--of-gear coasting --- and leaning…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 25, 2019 at 3:57am — 12 Comments

The Shabby Sheik - 2 - Sun on the Rocks

Summary of the amusement

Watched by a ceiling camera inside a Macau casino, teleoperator Clarity Nice joins the woman watching her, videographer Plum Bailey, in a live dealer gambling room broadcasting over the internet. Plum leads Clarity with her on board Heir Force One, the plane of Sheik Haroun Al-Najib, a man known…

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Added by Workstudio on May 23, 2019 at 11:30pm — No Comments

Square Knotted Red Bandanna

Cogent reactance: holly holy. Cyber letters, H photographing the green, green sliding green door outside Zeidler Park, his bracelet dangerously wet with tuff nuff fescue, emboldened drake and mallard, calm, natural magnificent web feet neath the mulberry. There ought to be a honed blade, button pressed, that carbon sputter whirling zero radius perfectly etched circled, cut, slashed. Intrusive rhyme, that street lady with known worldly goods, chain smoking, smudged glasses, words…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 23, 2019 at 6:02am — 11 Comments

UN-PUBLISHED!

UNPUBLISHED!

What??? Is that even a thing?

It is, as I discovered last Monday when I went to the book page for Never Speak on Amazon. I do it at least once a day to check my sales rank—a shameful practice which I try to justify by knowing that I’m far from alone.

When I looked on Monday the Kindle version of my book was gone. Had I violated one of Amazon’s unwritten rules, and they’d killed my book? A flurry of emails revealed the…

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Added by John Manchester on May 21, 2019 at 10:33am — 4 Comments

Overwhelmed In the House of Simon

We'd become a lucky people. I am compelled to tell you of the clarity, the vantage of the eagle, and the perspective of the dead. I'd gone as electric as I might that first day on the Great River. Perhaps selfishly, the subdued stage two engine had gotten me safely to the current, allowing me to steer silently. Moments ago two topless babes, in a well varnished-glossy, Chriscraft, cheerfully circled me. The girls were half…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 21, 2019 at 1:15am — 12 Comments

The Shabby Sheik - 1 - Sun on the Rocks

Summary of the amusement

Watched by a ceiling camera inside a Macau casino, teleoperator Clarity Nice joins the woman watching her, videographer Plum Bailey, in a live dealer gambling room broadcasting over the internet. Plum leads Clarity with her on board Heir Force One, the plane of Sheik Haroun Al-Najib, a man known…

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Added by Workstudio on May 17, 2019 at 12:30am — No Comments

House Afire

He'd cowboys on his pajamas, barefooted he munched dry cereal colored like some crayons, three round colors, hmm hmm hmm, a little more drawing with green lower on the page, the cartoon just loud enough of the wolf chasing the bird, not much other light, two, three more round cereals, a little blue scratch scratch for sky, Smokey the Bear, he'd slowly color --- looking up at the tan canyons and green cacti the color he imagined already like tulips, like little wolf ears all around their…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 11, 2019 at 10:27pm — 7 Comments

WOODEN INDIAN (Flash Fiction Fridays-J.P.Hart)

I have seen them. At times when the light is just so. I would like to describe it better. Unclear to me if you have seen such light. Maybe there are messages in birdsongs and one ought to record them, and create an index file, moments in order, to be reeled like panicked sunfish. I imply an image: light-just-so of an Indian not far, sighted, usually in buckskin is my guess, black bound hair on his back; the sky iridescent: aspen leaf yellow, violet and sharp blue, not a soft wisp blue but a…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 10, 2019 at 12:25pm — 9 Comments

The Vanity Ring - 15 - Sun on the Rocks

Summary of the amusement

Rejected by socialite Shalia Owell, who has discovered Clarity's false identity as Herbaline employee Darcy Emmers, Clarity becomes agenda and damage control assistant of Elsie Chu, the wife of Singapore billionaire Dao Bin, owner of wireless and telephony company Hunan Enterprises. Disenchanted by a rocky marriage and the lack of…

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Added by Workstudio on May 10, 2019 at 8:30am — No Comments

Old Blue Jeans

I'd a '57 Chevy convertible in 1966. Paid $125. The Vietnam War: always on TV news. Fire fights, campaigns, numbers, always numbers, the war generally devoured Time magazine like a tiger atop a baby water buffalo. We sanded away the sunfade robin's egg blue, fixed-bondoed the rusted rocker panels---primed, and then spray glossed it a metal flake midnight. Older neighborhood guys were by this time flown home dead from the war. We scrubbed that canvas top as pure as the driven snow. Mothers…

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Added by J.P. Hart on May 4, 2019 at 4:00pm — 13 Comments

The Vanity Ring - 14 - Sun on the Rocks

Summary of the amusement

Rejected by socialite Shalia Owell, who has discovered Clarity's false identity as Herbaline employee Darcy Emmers, Clarity becomes agenda and damage control assistant of Elsie Chu, the wife of Singapore billionaire Dao Bin, owner of wireless and telephony company Hunan Enterprises. Disenchanted by a rocky marriage and the lack of…

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Added by Workstudio on May 3, 2019 at 12:00am — 1 Comment

The Vanity Ring - 13 - Sun on the Rocks

Summary of the amusement

Rejected by socialite Shalia Owell, who has discovered Clarity's false identity as Herbaline employee Darcy Emmers, Clarity becomes agenda and damage control assistant of Elsie Chu, the wife of Singapore billionaire Dao Bin, owner of wireless and telephony company Hunan Enterprises. Disenchanted by a rocky marriage and the lack of…

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Added by Workstudio on April 26, 2019 at 12:11am — No Comments

Divided, We Fell.

            1980. Carter was well intentioned but no match for Dallas. The rise of American Fascism was not checked and segregation replaced with Internal state sponsored terrorism ...racism without race; the on going destruction of the FDR power base was not checked under Carter. It was not about race, it was about control; white elite control. 

             Legislating morality...White southern morality, perhaps related to Chip’s very public outing as a pot user may  have pushed…

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Added by Robert B. James on April 20, 2019 at 2:21pm — 6 Comments

The Vanity Ring - 12 - Sun on the Rocks

Summary of the amusement

Rejected by socialite Shalia Owell, who has discovered Clarity's false identity as Herbaline employee Darcy Emmers, Clarity becomes agenda and damage control assistant of Elsie Chu, the wife of Singapore billionaire Dao Bin, owner of wireless and telephony company Hunan Enterprises. Disenchanted by a rocky marriage and the lack of…

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Added by Workstudio on April 19, 2019 at 4:30am — No Comments

Mad Dogs of Advertising: Beekeepers

We-d

often play practical jokes on one. Another and this morning a mid-winter tractor-trailer woke me up, or accurately, the sound of air brakes scattered my troubled slumber. I-d disengaged all things electric, struggling for 'good sleep, the real deal, rest', having at least partially laid out a slightly-more-than-adequate 'neatly arranged suit case ready' and duffel bag yawned folded set to go ... there-d be a concert in Central Park for sure in late April. There was an odd sense,…

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Added by J.P. Hart on April 16, 2019 at 7:39am — 5 Comments

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