The Summer of Sporks.... by Black-Ink-Angel, literature
Literature
The Summer of Sporks....
The Summer of Sporks, Pineapples, and a Rodent Name Margie
We dawn purple cloaks that fell past my sneakers, catching on the stone tile as I followed my sister off the back porch and into the moonlit clearing. It was the night of Summer Solstice and we were preparing for the usual ceremony: the dance of the sacred spork in the parking lot of our local Wal-Mart. We crept across the yard bathed in the pale blue light, filtering through the outstretched green canopy, looming above us. Our shadows fell across the crumbling cement of the paved sidewalk as we made our way to the bus stop, roughly 50 yards from our backyard. We waited in silence,
The Battle of the Hammock by Black-Ink-Angel, literature
Literature
The Battle of the Hammock
The Battle of the Hammock
Are you dreaming? I didnt open my eyes but rather sensed and digested the high-pitched squeak of her shrill disapproval.
No, I replied calmly, just resting.
Youre always resting. She spat back bitterly. I shifted, the barely perceptible twitch and smoothing of my shoulders, as a reply to the accusation. Im sure your mother will be very happy to know what a lazy mule shes been allowing to live in her house. She chose that moment to emphasize her exasperation with my behavior, taping me on the head with her feather duster, which
Midnight's Keeper
An ill-cast moon in candle's hue,
Midnight shrouds an evening sky,
Waning time takes its form in chime,
Calling of promises long due,
Conscious jars the wanton sleeper,
A soul weary of dreams must climb,
Too long has past for hollow cries,
A jaded heart led death's keeper:
'Oh, misty eyes bright with tears,
Gray years dwindle before blind eyes,
Death does not welcome mournful souls,
The heavens sing in angels' ears.'
Too late now- midnight's fate is deft,
Listen, dear sleeper: 'the clock tolls,'
Hour's time renders your upheaval,
Silence leaving the lungs bereft,
You creep now, on night's holy bed,
Shadows
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