tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66291222012-02-16T05:30:10.957-08:00Fiction: Gradually filling the vacant space.Dinky Chickenshortshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215351425975169599noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629122.post-1104961451266472672005-01-05T13:37:00.000-08:002005-01-05T13:44:11.266-08:00"You're just in the way!" <br />It's still reverberating. Shaking the glass in the windows. He still can't believe he said it to her. Said it in that way that he has. Ok. So he can believe it, but still. Still. Now everything is so quiet. At least when they were fighting the air was moving around. Breathing. Now the air is dead. Like Goldie when he had to flush her. She didn't flap or struggle. She just died. <br />"You're in the way!" <br />And, "poof." The conversation was over. The fight was over. Everything was over. Not a single word. Hardly a breath while she packed her bags. <br />She left a lot of space behind.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629122-110496145126647267?l=emptyshelves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dinky Chickenshortshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215351425975169599noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629122.post-1091025118509097282004-07-28T07:31:00.000-07:002004-07-28T07:33:11.463-07:00You'd expect a pack of smokes to be rolled <br />up on that tough-guy shoulder as he leans <br />on the bike, leather jacket open, jeans <br />folded high at the cuffs, Harley cap pulled <br />back. But even then there was something that <br />belied the facade; something in that white- <br />toothed smile, surprisingly un-James Dean. Light <br />streaks over-exposed above his head. <br />You look at him now, playing at <br />wrestling with your boys, still muscle-bound, <br />still tough guy. Older, of course. You <br />look at mom through a flour-white haze, knowing <br />she's always been his only. Everything <br />condenses. Focal lengths change. Time <br />fades the photo, but he's still the same.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629122-109102511850909728?l=emptyshelves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dinky Chickenshortshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215351425975169599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629122.post-1090930005868347592004-07-27T05:06:00.000-07:002004-07-27T05:06:45.866-07:00It has to start somewhere <br />So this is the point <br />Winnowing is for later <br />Now just dump it in <br />Chaff and all <br />Swirl it around <br />Let it loose <br />Fear is still there <br />In my face <br />Nosing around <br />Looking over my shoulder <br />Ready with a snide comment <br />Even making its way into my work <br />This very moment <br />But if I ignore it <br />It will weaken <br />It will become insignificant <br />Not to go away completely <br />It serves its purpose <br />But it has gained too much purpose <br />Too much power <br />It shouldn't be the topic <br />And it isn't <br />Begin is the topic <br />Starting <br />Not a quick start <br />Not "launch" or "trigger" <br />More gradual than that <br />That is the way it has to be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629122-109093000586834759?l=emptyshelves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dinky Chickenshortshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215351425975169599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629122.post-1090720073739519362004-07-24T18:26:00.000-07:002004-07-24T18:47:53.740-07:00perfunctory yellow moonshot <br />dragging listless, clinging spots <br />fill the shadows with something to say <br />you keep darkness in a box <br />whenever it's opened the darkness escapes <br />clear out the darkness <br />clear out the emptiness <br />personalize the night and make it a friend <br />talk to it <br />see through it <br />stroke its smooth skin <br />feel its rough places <br />what is there to worry about? <br />break! <br />shatter! <br />stretch and tear away! <br />there won't be any scars <br />cut and paste later <br />float and tumble now <br />listen to yourself type <br />click the keys <br />the result doesn't matter <br />it will never matter as far as you are concerned <br />there's no paper to waste <br />narrative? who cares! <br />no one's going to read this? who gives a damn! <br />reach! <br />strike! <br />jump into the darkness <br />swim around in it until you find some light somewhere <br />in fact <br />you won't find the light <br />you'll make it! <br />who's afraid of the dark? <br />not you <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629122-109072007373951936?l=emptyshelves.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dinky Chickenshortshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07215351425975169599noreply@blogger.com2