Writing Update: 28 & 29 October 2006

820 words on the "Phantom Streetcars" story. Mae is on her way to the Underworld, by way of Faerie, on an antique streetcar. She has paid five copper pennies to the conductor for her fare. She has her transfer ticket in hand. She has no idea what's about to happen, the poor dear.

Here we go!

Writing Update: 28 & 29 October 2006

820 words on the "Phantom Streetcars" story. Mae is on her way to the Underworld, by way of Faerie, on an antique streetcar. She has paid five copper pennies to the conductor for her fare. She has her transfer ticket in hand. She has no idea what's about to happen, the poor dear.

Here we go!

Sunday Night Poetry: Suburbia

On the symmetric streets
the lawns lie manicured,
as a wealthy woman's nails,
fronting cookie cutter houses
all in a row.

The desperate plastic-ware parties
and the make-up side shows
march on and on.
The forty-hour a week lives
pay for mini-vans
and generic four-doors

Kids play on the block,
look alike shoes and faces.
The teens gather,
like so many cattle,
at the shopping mall

After dark, the lights
go off with the late show,
Dogs walked, cats put out,
the dishes washed and dried.
The weekly meatloaf disposed.

Sunday Night Poetry: Suburbia

On the symmetric streets
the lawns lie manicured,
as a wealthy woman's nails,
fronting cookie cutter houses
all in a row.

The desperate plastic-ware parties
and the make-up side shows
march on and on.
The forty-hour a week lives
pay for mini-vans
and generic four-doors

Kids play on the block,
look alike shoes and faces.
The teens gather,
like so many cattle,
at the shopping mall

After dark, the lights
go off with the late show,
Dogs walked, cats put out,
the dishes washed and dried.
The weekly meatloaf disposed.