Flash Fiction 55, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 31 January 2013 @ 7:50 PM
for some reason
I’ve been picturing you
lately in ’70s leather coats
and just now
in stacked-heel
quality boots
that itch to
get up and dance.
so they do. and
you follow them
with me, all over
the hardwood
floors
of our
hearts
while
we hold
hands.
then
you
kiss
me
and
time
starts.
55 words for The G-Man. Got 55 words of your own? Let Galen know.
FFF55 goes live at 8:00 p.m. MICHIGAN time most every Thursday.
xoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo to all who enter this cyber-poem-portal.
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Build a song on
foundations of rock
…
jazz blues & soul.
…
frame it with
guitar sky open
to hope.
…
leave roof
rafters bare
to the moon.
…
plant grass all
around and hear
how all grows
…
from the flow
of your soul
…
to the stars
…
and God’s
…
front porch
…
above you.
Is that 55? Words, I mean? I DO know it’s Friday!!
And that some angel will buy that amp from me on eBay soon.
Sorry amp pic is a bit fuzzy — Blue Bunny’s been into his cups again. 
xoxoxoxoxoxooxxoxooxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
P.S. I still have comments to answer and blogs to read — and I will!!
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Flash Fiction 55, Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 12 April 2012 @ 5:55 PM
two teeny flying bugs
are square dancing
on my laptop screen
here this afternoon.
The smaller gnat
must be the girl.
She’s quite the
jaunty jumper,
making sure to
keep her feet
always within
the pixels, like
a child avoiding
sidewalk cracks.
The male is off
my screen now
– gone to fetch
beer I imagine.
This is for The G-Man, fiction in 55 words.
square dance photo belongs to Jim Osborne, square dance caller.
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Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 29 March 2012 @ 5:59 PM
somewhere in colorado
a tall balding architect
in a honeycomb room
is smiling at his wife,
a dream ballerina he
met and married in the
rolling thunder of 1975.
on his loom he weaves
pines into parties and
reclaimed rafters into
harbors many hearts
will sail from around
the world to drink the
wine of gratitude in.
Write a Jumpin’ Jack 55 word flash for The G-Man.
It’s a blast, blast, blast.
Goes live Thursdays at 8:00 p.m.Ann Arbor time.
Top photo belongs to Timber Frame Magazine
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Flash Fiction 55, The Pea | Posted by Jannie on 9 March 2012 @ 1:53 PM
You will wait some, yes,
in post offices, airports
and auto repair shops.
You will wait for phone calls,
tulips and checks in the mail.
You will wait for shows to begin.
You will wait and wait
for what seems forever
for babies, answers and
dolphins until suddenly
– there they are!
Within and around you.
That makes 55 words for The G-Man!
Write and post a 55-word fiction and let him know.
It’s a fun, 100% calorie-free adventure.
(Unless of course… you, as I, munch potato chips and swill beer while computering.)
Blessings to all!
Oh, that was in Galveston, TX this past summer, on a dolphin cruise boat. On a balmy 102 degree day.
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