Inktober prompt #3: MINIATURE

 

The current world in MINIATURE is a theatre of the absurd - think HAUNTS OF THE VERY RICH, but with a cast of clowns who are either sociopaths, or, uh, sociopaths. All of this is to say that we don't feel like stewing in more socio-politcal jus and drew whatever came to mind.

Inktober prompt #1: APPLE

Harvest season has all the feels, as the kids say these days. 

 

INKTOBER 5-in-1 PROMPT: TRUNK, DRINK, ROWDY, BLUNDER, SHREDDED

 Oh, trunk! Yes, that's right; that's the ticket!

INKTOBER 4-in-1 PROMPT: STING, SWEEP, RECKLESS, HEAVY

 

It was the year of incessant wasps. That's what we'll remember most of all. We had a hundred yellowjacket queens vying for a winter throne, and sweeping them out only made them angrier. 

Finally - Windex, a swift demise, and very clean windows. 

OASIS CONCERT IN T.O.

No way in Hades

we thought these swine would show up.

Each: "My brother's fault."

New poem for the Anti-Doinkery Society

 THE FIRST PETAL OF VENGEANCE

Princess Carbonara and I
sat around last night drinking wine.
She leaned in close and asked me if
I had any secrets. Even
if I didn't, I'd have said yes
just to get attention like that
so I smiled and sat back and tossed
my hair. 'Tell me,' she said and of
course I said 'You go first. I have
the stronger liver.' She told me
love is for idiots. Hardly
a secret, I said. I made her
promise not to tell and I led
her to the back of the garden.
I stretched a hibiscus bloom big
and flat, pinned it against a tree
trunk and stared at it like a white
screen until there were blotches of
colour, then moving shapes, and then
clear pictures of everything I
was thinking. 'How do you do that?'
she asked, amazed, unable to
stop looking. I held my finger
to my lips. 'Ssh. Watch. Parlor trick.'
They were all out in the open,
all the things I was supposed to
forget and did not, a grudge raw
and bloody like a steak, vengeance,
murders of trust and breaks nearly
forgotten but still and perhaps
forever on crutches. 'This is
better than anything you'd find
at the movies,' I said. I was
pleased to give the princess more than
what she had asked for. I gave her
the kind of talent one does not
see these days. Next time she thinks of
secrets she will think of me, and
remember as I will. I will
remember her horrified slack
jaw when she first saw what a real
humiliation looks like. I
picked the flower when we were done
with the show and wove it in her
hair. 'Souvenir," I said. She had
more wine and we both promised to
forget, though we will not, oh no.

APR 17

The Stiff Drink 

One day we stood at the front door

which opened to a vestibule, 

which opened to a foyer, which 

opened to a dining room, which 

opened to a new universe

(we had expected a sunroom),

the same kind of revelation 

we had when we forgot our house

had a sunroom and felt a pang 

of envy when we noticed one 

on the street, not ours, the wistful

longing of not ours, which opens

to a yearning for not ours which 

opens to a resignation 

of not ours which opens to a 

resentment of not ours (we had

expected to need a stiff drink).