By the slimmest of margins this is either a disaster or it’s antonym, that thing I have no word for.
Author: asoulinprogress
The Interim
In the interim A Soul In Progress shrugged off the cloak and vanished. Moments later Frankly Monk leapt from the swirling darkness and took the stage.
Spooked
There’s a dragon out here,
behind me
in the dark
behind the trees.
Its low two-stroke-motor purr
shakes the ground rattlin teeth,
gasping hope for tomorrow.
The Settlers of Catan
there’s something in
those first harsh hits
that make you pause,
press at the darkness
and think whatsyerdoin
flanked both sides like that
the dull ache cleaves you
from your rightful lands
for a brick
whatsyerdoin without brick
There were warning signs
Mowed on the diagonal, for one,
shoulda known something then
not only diagonal but hockey sticks
musta been trying prove a point
Like hockey sticks don’t lie