Word of the Day Challenge: Mooch
because they taste good when you get them on the sly
off of someone else’s plate
mooch the air out of everyone else’s lungs
like a vampire who would rather be driven to the kill
on it’s own neglected wings
sliding through life, strolling through memories
that were never yours
to be part of, to share, Mooch.
Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Catagory
beds of marble
names carved in stone
How dignified ,how organzied, how neat.
We spend our lives striving to be unique and special
we roar, we talk out of turn, we laugh to loud
and forget to close our mouths when we are chewing
Sometimes we drive our cars to fast and yell at our dogs.
But in the end
we obediently line up in neatly plotted rows
and allowed ourselves to be labeled with just a few simple words etched in granite that
and in an orderly fashion over time.
Janet Brooks on Broadway in Sleepy Hollow next to Dutch Reformed Church
RDP Thursday: Penumbra
Andrea Kowch ” Soiree”
I was taught
how to take my tea
how to start a conversation and end one too.
I was taught
how to speak clearly, to read at least one book a month
to be a lady even if
I never wore high heels or fancied up my hair
by my Great Grandmother
who I called Nan.
My Great Grandmother told me, at tea
her father died by drowning.
He slid off of an icy path, hit his head.
He never had a chance, she said, to fight death when it came.
Her eyes were as hard and flat as stones when she told me
I remember the edges of her mouth were turned down-
was it disgust? Anger? I don’t know.
I wouldn’t have dared to ask.
But that one moment
the story about that death
by drowning, when it was snowing
cast half shadows across every page I have ever written