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Halibun   14 comments

Haibun Thinking,  interpretations of the Japanese Haibun, a literary form which explores the relationship between the human experience and nature.

The Prompt I chose:

© Anja Partin

ART © Anja Partin – Oh Pithy Me

I once heard you sing. It still is a musical memory I can’t forget.

I was backstage when you came on. They tell me the wait is what made you nervous.

On stage your voice became hoarse and wheezy and you found  it hard to dance.

You had been amazing at Monterrey and even though this night you  were not at your best , you were still better than the rest.

I think it had a lot to do with Southern Comfort. After all, you danced a masochistic tango with the bottle.

A tumultuous love and a fatal dalliance with drugs all because of your feelings of rejection by your friends.

her voice inspires me

never to be heard again

a mercedes benz

Posted February 5, 2014 by Danny James in Haibun, Haiku

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Friday Fictioneers — On Strike   22 comments

This post was written for the Friday Fictioneers based on the prompt below.

Copyright -Claire Fuller

Copyright -Claire Fuller

“Your father is in there Tony. They are on strike against the company. The local diner across the street is providing their meals free of charge. And they have elected their own mayor and police to maintain order. Any person who breaks the rules will be given a trial and punishments ranging  from washing dishes to being expelled from the plant. Just like a little city. Look, see the man with the busy eyebrows? He’s the company’s leader. He’s meeting with your father now.”

up against the man

down for right now but not out

brighter tomorrow

Word count 99

Posted January 30, 2014 by Danny James in Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Haibun, Haiku

Haibun Thinking: Week 2 — Change In Command   17 comments

Haibun Thinking:

The prompt I chose:

 Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm
Robert Burns

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She had witnessed the way some of the old town gentlemen celebrated their nights. Not a woman in sight except for those that prepared the feast on which these pigs stuffed themselves. Relegated to the role of waitress was not her style. Beckoning at their every call sent her brows up like two woolly worms getting ready to fight. And on top of that she had to clean up their filthy mess. She thought her future would consist of a lovely husband some rug rats to keep things interesting. Every night she dreamed of them in their graves.

jealously she had

 an old girl should have some  fun

not in this boy’s club

But she dreamed, and with the other ladies left at home, made a plan. Nothing drastic. Nobody would get hurt. The beer will still flow and the fiddle play. Roles would just be reversed. These decrepit drunks would soon be asleep.

when these old men wake

this village of Alloway

belongs to the girls

Posted January 29, 2014 by Danny James in Flash Fiction, Haibun, Poetry

Charlie Corporate   23 comments

This is my first post for the first Haibun Thinking – a new Haibun Writing Challenge. The prompt I chose was:

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
– Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

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His rise through the ladders of work left him breathless.

Time out for marriage that was for sure.

There were kids his wife assured.

No one mentioned this unfairness.

***

One more time he had to check this corporate allure.

Corporate Gods before all.

Up, up towards that impossible goal for sure.

With all this some say he had a lot of gall.

***

Once there, everything had been left behind.

But no one was there to see him now.

He thought he was a gift to mankind.

But in the end he wasn’t even the cats meow.

a rose for my love

i wish i could play again

one more chance to smell

Posted January 21, 2014 by Danny James in Haibun, Haiku, Poetry, postaday

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