Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Prose Poetry – “Chop, chop. He Chops” #amwriting #flashfiction #lumberjack #prosepoetry


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Loretta Notto

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Chop, Chop. Chop the wood. Repeat. Chop. Chop. Day ends — Supper. Shower. Sleep too deep. Jarring alarm, awake again. Breakfast. Shower. Sore muscles hurt. Heat eases. More coffee. Uniform and axe. Greet the guys. Say hello — going off. All directions on the forest grid. Each with a partner. Nick is with me. A cadence of chops. Echoes. Chop. Chop. Chop the wood. Split it. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. The trees are felled. Grinding buzzing. Giant chain saw. Felling trees. Cutting logs. Then we chop. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. Lunch. Hungry. Seconds. Chop. Home. Shower. Supper. Eat. Sore muscles. Sleep and dream. Standing there. In her T-shirt. Sweet lips. Short shorts. Gentle laughter. Stroke of hand. Touch. So real. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. Dreaming. She’s gone. Three hours. Then, chop, chop. Chop the wood. 

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List for This Week: To Do, Excited For, Thankful For.


Thanks to La Duchesse D’Erat for hosting this week’s list prompt.

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To Do:

  • MayDay Post May 26
  • Writing 101 post May 26
  • Novel – split chapter 30 into two chapters — too long as it is
  • FFftPP
  • Madmen Season 7: Episodes 2 and 3
  • Fold own Laundry
  • Fold Clothes for Clothing swap – hangers for dresses
  • Rhubarb Cake
  • Wine or fruit 
  • Redbox order for end of May

Excited About:

  • Resubmitting Short Story to a magazine who told me exactly how to fix the piece and resubmit
  • Having two poems published
  • Watching Madmen on Netflix

Thankful For:

  • Energy increased by Xyng (a supplement).
  • Being able to nap if I’m tired.
  • Seeing some good friends this weekend

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Sunday Photo Fiction: She Looks Like Gollum


Thanks to Alistair Forbes the gracious host of SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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“Wow Mom. Can we do this going back the other way?” Tyson pleaded.

“Yeah, Ty of course we can do the gondolas on the way back. How else would we go back down the mountain?” 

“We could walk?” Tyson suggested, shrugging.

” I think we should go to the museum about the mountain and town that used to be here. Then we can walk to a few look-out points, before taking take the gondola down.” Trish said.

She held Tyson’s baby sister in a snuggy. Trish peered down at tiny Dora. 

“Look who’s awake Tyson.” He made a face at Trish, regarding Dora with destain. 

“She’s ugly. I thought girls were supposed to be pretty; she could be Gollum.”

Trish swatted Tyson playfully. “Don’t call your sister Gollum.” He giggled. 

“She’ll grow into herself. You’ll be playing the role of her protective big brother in no time.”

Tyson laughed. “I think I’ll be protecting the boys from her…”

Suddenly, he felt the gondola fall. It haulted, hanging from half the original cable at an angle.

Dora was crying and Tyson was afraid. His arm hurt terribly and was at an odd angle. Tyson’s Mom kept repeating prayers, tears leaking from her eyes.

“I take it back Dora is pretty,” Tyson cried thinking his words had made God mad at him.  That had to be why is Mom was praying so much.

Ten minutes later a helicopter arrived saving Tyson and his family. Tyson was thrilled to be riding in a helicopter, even with a broken arm.

 He patted Dora’s head as she wriggled in the snuggy his Mom still wore.

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Poem: Minute – ” The Same”


Thanks to the Daily Prompt for the word prompt contrast.

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Colours contrast, art and design;

Red, green –resign.

Orange,blue–engage.

Purple, yellow — wage.

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Entirety of contrast beams,

Nature can seem,

All opposite,

Mother Earth split.

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People, studied in contrasts too.

Different, you?

Just be human.

In that the same.

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