Now I Shall Be Spectacular

A seed blew into my garden. It took root, sprouted and grew unnoticed until wisps of honeysuckled air come-hithered me. So spectacular was the flower that I gobbled it up, fruit and all.

33 words for the last . No topic, no word, just a free write.

Lisa. Joules. You rock. Trifectans. < 3

Amor Roma

Pleased to be one of 5 winners for this second-to-last Trifextra. Gold is good.

  Fingers fluttering,

arms floating high above

staccato crack, heels pounding wood.

Over swishing train, flamenco dances;

Sara Baras dances, flamenco train swishing over

wood. Pounding heels crack staccato.

Above high-floating arms,

fluttering fingers.

33 words for , one of which must be a palindrome.
This poem is not a palindrome, but if each word were a letter, it would be : )
 * The title means Roma, or Gypsy, Love. And here is Sara Baras: 

            

Tyrants Are Not To Be Dissuaded

  So, Pussy Riot, gorgeous girls. Whenever I saw them, poor things, I would yell: “Fuck Putin!” Always, this Russian thug would appear, try to hop into my bed. Wouldn’t listen when I said that wasn’t what I meant.

33 words for , to precede the phrase "That wasn't what I meant".

The Third Date

She languished in his arms, her eyes sparkling. With tender lips, whispered yearnings, he spoke her name. Her sighs choked to a gasp as he rose to leave. “My wife will be waiting.”

33 words for  about love gone wrong.  But none of them are: love, sad, tears, wept, heart or pain.

This weekend's challenge is community judged. For the 48 hours following the close of the challenge, voting will be enabled on links.  In order to vote, return to this post where stars will appear next to each link. To vote, simply click the star that corresponds with your favorite post. You can vote for your top three favorite posts. Voting is open to everyone.

Coffee Shop Blues

There goes Eileen again. Don’t look. Don’t look up. Don’t you dare look up. Off to tennis doubles with your new best friend, Eileen? Don’t care. Couldn’t care less. Break a leg, Eileen.

33 words for , inspired by this photo:

Thomas Leuthard / Foter.com / CC BY

Sink or Swim

The first time I saw

the sea, I knew what it was

to drown. Held fast by

a line from the bow

of a sleek ship, the sky like

glass. Dunked in the waves.

Breath

turned to salt.

33 words added on to's original five: The first time I saw...

Tickled to be awarded silver for Trifextra 100 :)

3-Word Resolution

Weed the manure.

For the new year,   wants a three-word resolution. I'm making an inside joke.

If you don't already get it, see this previous, three-word post:  The Writing Process

Happy New Year!!!

In Line at Vaughan’s Fortune Telling Booth

“Madame Claire read your palm twice already!”

“What are you, the prestidigitation police?”

“We don’t stand for nunna that pretzel litigation here!”

“This ain’t the Pretzel Nation stand. That’s back by the Tilt-A-Whirl.”

33 words for  Any at all, but they have to be funny.

Move Over, Superman

Forget about Clark Kent and his phone booths. Every Saturday night at the Bottomless Basin, a touch of razzle and a bit of dazzle turn Claire Kempf, myopic hygienist, into Sizzle: stripper extraordinaire.

33 words for , including myopic, dazzle and basin. Go figure.

And, because I know you thought of this: Razzle Dazzle, with Richard Gere speaking in Spanish!

Asunta

Because I’m dead, she is letting my heels drag on the ground. When I was alive, she said: “I told you not to scuff those shoes. Just wait till your father gets home.”

33 words for , in a quick and dirty free write.

[This is for Asunta Basterra]

High

The black place between
no way in and no way out.
Black is how you see everything.
Except when it's not black,
when lights are spinning and your body
feels like it's god.

33 words for , including the same one, thrice.

Dancing in the Moonlight - (TrifeXXXtra)

When they dance, she sees that her smile makes her pretty, makes her beautiful even. She is watching it in his eyes and in the play of his lips. She admires the lay of her hand across the back of his shoulder, and she presses down to feel where he is warm and taut, stronger than she could have anticipated. She is surprised to find her body knows far more than she does.

Her body knows where he is hard -it knows why he is hard and what he is hard for- and she can’t help but respond. Her muscles are doing things she is embarrassed to do, but there is nothing that can stop her pulling in close to him, letting the music accompany her body as it turns insistent.

He needs no convincing. He’s already there, holding her to him as they move to the blues that carry them both. All that she doesn’t yet understand is knowledge he has long gathered, long perfected, and it is now his to release to her. She receives the play of his fingers along her hips as they rise without her permission when he sways back and forth. He leans in and she can hear him moan. With her lips she hears and brings them close, covers his lips with hers. She takes his moan into her mouth and holds it there long enough to learn his tongue, understand the heat of it, measure the force of it. As it fills her mouth she learns how to kiss. She learns how to run her tongue into his, run it along his teeth and out to his lips and back in again. All the while her hips mimic the movement of her tongue, and he holds her aloft, holds her against him where she moves –unaware of what she’s doing- but then he hears her. She returns the moan to his mouth and so teaches him. Finally, it is he who is taken by surprise.

 333 words for , in honor of National Erotica Day (November 15th).

Trāyastriṃśa

There are 33 gods straddling the fence. I look them over, dig my sneakers in the soft white cloud, and rush the skinny weakling. She topples to the ground. I take a seat.

33 words for who wanted our own god in Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of the Thirty-Three gods.

This weekend's challenge is community judged.

• For the 14 hours following the close of the challenge, voting will be enabled on links. 
• In order to vote, return to this post where stars will appear next to each link. To vote, simply click the star that corresponds with your favorite post.
• You can vote for your top three favorite posts.
• Voting is open to everyone. 

All Hallows

This weekend's quick Trifextra challenge is to write the next thirty-three words of the story that begins with words from The Scorpio Races. Author Maggie Stiefvater writes:

 "It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die."

Logic dictates that it be someone who was also born on this day of the dead. Harold was not. Harold’s wife Marge was. Happenstance finds Harold and Marge with an axe to grind.


See them all, write your own at:

Friday Morning Pedestrian

Standing  at the light,

huge bus to my right.

 A whoosh to my left.

I jump. His skateboard deftly

 pushed forward against the red.

 Just as a taxi noses ahead

of the bus.

33 words for   who asked what scares us.

10 March 2003 (Time Travel)

Rising from this autumn solstice, I step onto the path I wore thin. My heart flutters with the scent of lilac and my need for your surgeon to say We got it all.

33 words for  who urged us to time travel and specify the year. I, of course, travel to Pep. 1-4-3

Curses, Foiled Again!

Sunday morning’s forecast
promised lightning, droning rain.
I drew back the curtain
with hard-clutched book, to no avail.
Double-crossing weather channel!
Sunshine! Blue skies!
Wherefore art thou washing machine?
Scrubbrush? Mop and pail?


wants a 33-word example of an apostrophe.

The Seventh Chakra

They were alone in the loft, the light fading. Someone had told her the soul leaves the body through the crown of the head. She spoke, her soft words his last tether, unraveling.

33 words for, including tether, crown and loft.

Like an Egyptian

Holy words released

lift up in gentle rhythm.

Watch them burn like stars.

So I cheated a bit in   this weekend. They want a haiku, and I happened to have this one.

Town Pier

 Photo credit: [ changó ] / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND

Boat launching out by the docks.

A mooring

dumped by hurricane, stranded.

Waves, seaweed, gulls.

Caustic

bite of salt.

Sand like end-of-summer dirt

duned up against a lamppost.

Ahab waiting on the tide.

33 words for , inspired by the photo.