Sorry! No Post Today

Sorry I wasn't able to post any poetry today. I have to take the PSAT tomorrow, so I've been busy studying. Anyway. Hopefully it won't happen again, but no promises.

Mad Mondays - Liebster Award

This week on Mad Mondays:

THE LIEBSTER AWARD TAG THINGY!!!!!!

Trumpet fanfare! To check out Hyperlinkzer's blog where he tagged/nominated me, click on the embedded link.

All right, let's go through the steps. Basically, an Award is like a tag, so this shouldn't be too complicated.

1. Post link back to blogger who tagged/nominated me. Already did that, go check out Hyper; leaving a link is a nice way to help out other blogs with extra pageviews and, hopefully, members.

2. Answer the ten questions I have been given. Hyperlinkzer's questions will be answered shortly. Hang tight.

3. Nominate ten others and create ten questions-to-be-asked-for-them-to-answer. I don't know very many blogs, but I'll try.

4. Inform said nominated others. I probably won't do ten. Maybe two or three.

Anyway, on to the questions!

Short Story Saturdays - The Gravestone

MAY, 1936

The phonograph fizzled out music in the corner. A grainy female voice bloomed from the brass flower of the machine. Hodges slumped in the smooth leather high-backed chair, tossing peanuts into the orange hearth.

The dark brown door quietly creaked open, and Hodges’ father poked his head into the spacious room, with a pleasant smile on his face.

“All right. Mother and I are leaving,” said his father. “Be good. Smith will be there if you need anything. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” Hodges replied, putting on a lethargically pleasant smile. Behind his back his hand clenched the leather of the chair in anxiety. He couldn’t wait for his parents to be gone.

Hodges’ father nodded and shut the door. Hodges sat up at once and looked to the fire. He got up and stopped the phonograph. He put out the fire and used the light of the moon to cross over toward the window.

The night was clouded but only partially, and the full moon shone down through the glass of the window like the radiance of the sun into the hidden ocean depths. Water droplets split and streamed down the pane. It was only lightly sprinkling, but it had been for the whole evening. The ground would be muddy, but there was no lightning tonight.

That was good.

Feline Fridays: Cat Monologue #3

Welcome to Inkweb! Have fun reading, comment with your thoughts, and stay tuned tomorrow for my short story "The Gravestone."

This is Cat Monologue #3. It's the third installment of a series of diary entries made by a housecat, Chester Felix.

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I jumped off the roof yesterday.

Nothing particularly eventful in itself; the landing is what mattered. I stood atop the roof in blazing glory, silhouetted against the sunset, my muscles primed for the leap, and I jumped.

Right down onto Little Timmy’s head.

Needless to say, the chaos that ensued was quite substantial, and during the course of events I was nearly killed by a flailing boy, a terrified mother, and a defensive dad.

But besides all that, and the obvious bruises it entailed, I had a relatively relaxing week.

Poetry Thursdays: My Grandfathers

There's a light on in the small room up the creaky stairs

Where my grandfathers work all night in their four chairs;

I never know what they are doing but I'm

Just certain they do it all of the time.

I've only peeked once into that little room

When I was only three years out of womb;

I don't seem to remember its every detail

I only remember the shiny fish scale.

I touched it and kept it as my little lift

And now I know they'd all planned that little gift;

A fish scale, so dark, I could see my own soul,

But in the end those caring men made me whole.

Announcement: No Posts Today

Hello, readers of Inkweb! I won't be posting today because I've already done a fact post this week, and those lists are harder to compile than one might think at first. Plus, this is my first week using my new schedule, so I'm going easy on myself.

Tomorrow will be another short poem, Friday I will post a cat monologue, and then Saturday I will post a short story entitled "The Gravestone." Please note that the short story is a first draft and is not polished nicely, so have mercy on my writing.

Thanks for reading!

-JW

P.S. I urge you to listen to "Explorers" from the Coraline soundtrack. It's quite beautiful.

Tuesday Poems - The Purple Man

There he goes, the purple man
He walks along the path
There he goes, the silent man
He passes without glance.

There he goes, the purple man
He's walking through the woods