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Thursday, March 24, 2005

A Short Story...

Ths is just a little short story I wrote, that grew a little big for the Blog.

If interested, give it a read. It's about 3 pages long. It's called, The second time I awoke that day.

Otter

5 Comments:

Blogger Rev. Brandy said...

Cabbage
by Charles Simic

She was about to chop the head
In half,
but I made her reconsider
By telling her
"Cabbage symbolizes mysterious love."

Or so said one Charles Fourier,
Who said many other strange and wonderful things,
So that people called him 'mad' behind his back.

Whereupon I kissed the back of her neck
Ever so gently.

Whereupon she cut the cabbage in two
With a single stroke of her knife.

2:24 PM  
Blogger The Management said...

{slow clap}

Cabbage has many nutrients, to get them, you have to eat it.

Ahhh . . . there's the rub.

KH

5:26 PM  
Blogger Chowda said...

Until now, a "walk-about" has never been documented...truly a masterpiece. Bravo Otter.

12:53 PM  
Blogger Badger said...

Waiting for the Haiku: Ode to Maker's

2:56 PM  
Blogger The Management said...

Here you go Badger. Otter's tale reduced to weird Japanese poem, license taken.

Ode to Maker's Mark

Clouds become Kings as
the red wax seal is broken
now amber brings peace.

Maker's Mark slips past
turgid lips chapped by harsh thirst
The drunk rests, languid

Passed into dreams now
of cabbage, kings, friends, brothers
Moments, eternal

Awake now in fields
of tall grass mid-afternoon
Happy with fire, drink

Friends revel and laugh
worry is cast aside now
tonight we party

Tomorrow it ends
It will not be forgotten
This Bourbon and Burn

Kid Handsome

2:24 AM  

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