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Archive for January, 2011|Monthly archive page

Fat fat Fly

In Poetry on January 25, 2011 at 6:57 pm

From the edge of my vision,

like a shy child,

the fat, black fly appeared.

moving slowly and thoughtfully,

rubbing stick legs together

as if he were cold,

or nervous next to a giant.

and i thought to mysel:

“there’s no way I’d want to swat you”,

“you move so slow, it’d be a shame.”

so we’ll share my desk today

unless he decides

to light on my food.

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Character – “Ostrich eyes” Gilritch

In Short Story on January 9, 2011 at 12:15 am

From afar he looked normal, but at about the medium range his eyes were black blotches, close in a little and one could see the scar tissue plump in the eye sockets.

Gilritch was blind, all a result of a fascination with birds of prey and his pet ostrich.