“I’m going to go kill Bambi.”
You joke
I wail
“That’s not something you say to a child!“
Mommy says
You bought a bunny
For me
On the way home
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“I’m going to go kill Bambi.”
You joke
I wail
“That’s not something you say to a child!“
Mommy says
You bought a bunny
For me
On the way home
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The shampoo is burning my eyes
Daddy
Stop screaming at
Mommy
Stop screaming at
Daddy
I hear the clink of the ice in your glass
I hide in my toybox again
I will never be like you
Never
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You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
Euphoria
The feeling so full
It can’t be contained
I have to tell Mom
. . .
Inconsolable
Do you need a break? From what?
Less losing everything
More gaining something
Less hurting people
Less getting hurt
More helping people
More being helped
More
Not
Less

Prompt response to Kevin’s No Theme Thursday challenge – 2/1/24
✨
Valentina
walks
The deserted town
There’s no one here
There’s no one around
The cobblestones cool
And dewy
under her feet
✨
She works
As a barmaid
in this town
In the north of Spain
On the Bay of Biscay
Her eyes
The color of brandy
Make every man fall in love
✨
There’s a man
A seafaring type
Of impressive height
He has long black hair
With eyes
the color of jade
He tells all
Of his adventures at sea
While Valentina listens
Attentively
✨
Her hand
Reaches to her neck
For the locket
He gave her
When they met
But it’s gone
It’s truly gone
The panic then sets in
✨
The locket
Was of the finest silver
It bore the name
Of the seafaring man she loved
Valentina
Looks to the port
With an expression of hope
That he will soon return
✨
The church bells ring
As the ships pull in
Valentina
Sees him there
Her heart beats faster
On the cobblestone hill
As he walks up to her and says
Valentina
I’m leaving the sea
You are my life, my lover, my lady
You belong with me
✨
Valentina
Pauses to consider
Could this really be?
And then she says
Joaquin
You’re a fine man
The best in the land
You are my life, my lover, my pirate
You belong with me
✨

Inspired by: Brandy (You’re A Fine Girl)
Songwriters: Elliot Lurie
Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
I hold the memories
In places I don’t remember
Mom saved me
When dad almost lost me
At the bottom of the pool
She couldn’t swim
Her fear of water
Overruled
To save her child
I told you to watch her
why didn’t you watch her?
I hold the memories
In places I can’t forget
Watch me, daddy
Gentle waves
Sturdy raft
Rip current
Spinning
Spinning
Spinning
Eyes open
No sound
Calm
I’m going to die today
I’m only seven
Nobody sees me
The ocean decides
Salt water in lungs
Breathing air now
Where were you?
Where is your raft?
You didn’t watch me, daddy
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What would you do if you won the lottery?
Tell no one
Give it all away
Except for about a quarter
(Not twenty-five cents)
A quarter of the winnings
After taxes, of course
Pay it forward
Moral compass, calibrated
Tell no one
You should have won a Pulitzer for that piece
you know the one
My writing voice sings
you said
practice
I have
been singing
to the highest denominator
to the most discerning reader
like you said
but you won’t read it.
Why won’t you read it?
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If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
Give credit where credit is due
Look into an animal’s eyes
If you don’t see a sentient being
You’re doing it wrong
They understand all
Yet speak none
Could you do the same
All-knowing, all-wise, all-powerful
Stupid
human?
I’ve been outside three times today
Clearing off the car
Shoveling the driveway
Putting down the salt
I’ve used up all my gloves
I don’t like mittens
My hands get cold
They’re all that’s left in the closet
The only thing that is dry
I told the closet I miss my mother
This, the first big snow
Without you
As I mindlessly grabbed your mittens
I wiggled my fingers in
These were your favorite pair
I felt the outlines of your hands
They had worn down the fleece
I can feel where you touched
the ghost shape of your fingers
Different from mine
But still half of me
I miss my mother
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