Written for YDWP: https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/05/07/your-daily-word-prompt-renounce-ydwordprompt-may-7-2020/
I hate to think I’m fat
There’s so much more than that.
He knows that I am smart
And really good at art.
I know that myths are bad
I’d renounce them if I had
More faith in my being
Just like he is seeing. Â
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Written for FOWC: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/05/07/fowc-with-fandango-outline/
Walking through the empty streets, Marcy had an eerie feeling of being watched. No one had returned to this part of the city since the shooting, there hadn’t even been any rain, so the outlines of bodies were still visible on the pavement. Marcy had lost count many streets ago.Â
©2020 CBialczak FIction
Written for RDP: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/07/rdp-thursday-limp/
You say I walk with a limp, well
It really is not that simple
I have a bad hip
It gives me the slip
Please focus on my face’s dimple. Â
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
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It was a comment from Christine Bialcziak on my story, and a request from me that she carry the story ahead, which started this….
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He is on unfamiliar terrain.
The assignment is not clearly defined, he is not comfortable with local culture and his set of competencies cannot be put to use here. Vaguely, he thought of the celebrity singer who sat near Haji Ali, singing on a harmonium, and had collected twelve bucks for his talent. He used it to highlight the importance of the paraphernalia and supporting set-up which make one a star.
The sight of this box in the middle of the forest made him aware, that his journey to irrelevance is now complete.
How will he make a clean exit?
Will he make an exit at all? Who was he to think that something in…
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