Hungry Thing - Remembering Gladys (Video)

Please enjoy this video we put together, featuring a narrated excerpt from Hungry Thing:

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https://tinyurl.com/paperback-Amazon
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Purple Ribbons Were Falling All Around Her

Falling, falling all around, falling around her,
In the marshes where the gentle breezes grasses stir,
Purple, purple, ribbons, ribbons, purple ribbons were
Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling around her!

Croaked the crickets to the toads and dragonflies ablur,
Purple, purple, ribbons, ribbons, purple ribbons were
Calling, calling all around, by whisper, song, and purr
Falling, falling all around, falling around her!

Chirper, croaker, quacker, tweeter, hisser, whisperer,
Buzzer, screecher: creatures each to each as each prefer,
Calling, calling, to the falling, falling each refer:
Purple, purple, ribbons, ribbons, purple ribbons were!

Where exactly, begged the ducks and drakes, did this occur?
Purple, purple, ribbons, ribbons, purple ribbons were
In the marshes where the gentle breezes grasses stir,
Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling around her!


Originally published in "Inner Circle Writers' Magazine, Issue #4, 2019"; composed in response to the title as a prompt challenge)

Daddy's Job is Dangerous

Daddy’s job is dangerous, which must explain his fame.
Total strangers recognize him by the badge that bears his name.
We may watch him from a distance—never near while he’s at toil,
Since to his front is scorching steel; beside him, boiling oil.
Though mobs may separate us, love is not deterred by that.
He simply waves his spatula or tips his paper hat.

Horrible Six-word Stories

Suicidal, a bullet changed her mind.

In the corpse’s fist: angel feathers.

The autopsy revealed a beating heart.

The earthworms spelled out, “I’m alive.”

Death came early. “Typical”, she said.

The children made bloody snow angels.

Pixie The Pixie

Pixie, the Pixie, deplored that her name
And descriptor were spoken and written the same.
She despised superfluity and superabundance; She
Disliked repetitiveness and likewise redundancy.
Each day she recited this rote, self-defeating:
"Once and for all is a phrase worth repeating,"
Which sums up our ditty and wraps up our rhyme.
For your homework now, read it through twice, one more time.