In 55 Words of Fiction… The Perfect Sister For Me Would Be…

one with an awesome Friday Flash 55 shirt…

a dear auntie to Kelly…

an excellent Rooftop Yodeler…

every inch the sailor…

and every inch of love and fun I could imagine.

Wait — no fiction! I DO have a sister who is all that and beautifully much more!

Love you, Rosie!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday on the 8th!!

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Well, golly gee, that was 55 words. Is there a G-Man of Friday Flash Fiction in the house???

There Are Churches — a poem in 72 words

There are churches of words that poets yet unborn

will preside over oceans, hills and boardrooms with.

There are churches of moss by woodsy streams in which

mice will serve up hors d’oeuvres and dance tonight.

There are churches in our veins, running on the same iron

that won the wild west and keeps bubbling in a core soup.

But mostly, there are churches in your smile

and in the gift of every good thought you think.

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