It was well past time. You knew. Months ago it tumbled from that top shelf, scattering silk flowers and spewing a wide swath of powdery paper crumbs. You rehomed the flowers and vacuumed up the detritus, but set the carcass proper in that corner, where it waited. You hoped, foolishly, didn’t you, you might repair…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for April 2022 Bamboo Shoots Writing Contest
Hairstory
It lay on the floor, a lonely black hairpin in the bathroom stall unsure of its place. It did not leave the head of the Black woman, her head flowing with long weaves or from the young Scottish girl, her honey blonde hair a thick braided bun. It did not drop from the head of…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for April 2022 Bamboo Shoots Writing Contest
A Long Way
Food and memories go a long way From fork to mouth to ties that transcend The passing of time, of life. Take papaya, soft-boiled eggs, and toast People find it strange that I liked old people food From when I was a young girl, It’s the feeling of comfort and memory now Of eating with…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for April 2022 Bamboo Shoots Writing Contest
Grand Jury First Circuit Court
I reported for GJ duty on Jan. 4, 2008 – about 195 people present with about 29 no shows. When announced that people could seek being excused about 20 people lined up, but as the rest of us sat the line grew longer, adding a few at a time until there were about 50 people…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for April 2022 Bamboo Shoots Writing Contest
FULL FLOWER
Those lucky enough to own a 2022 Ansel Adams wall calendar open to April can view dogwoods blossoming copiously in bright spring rain above Tanaya Creek in 1950’s Yosemite. In 1950’s Old Belfair Highway, the Union River a hundred yards behind my house looked like the Adams photo in springtime, but the dogwoods were less…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for April 2022 Bamboo Shoots Writing Contest
Madison in My Blood
Tonight in the Madison Concourse Hotel, I know this place did not replace the Strand Theater, but a few steps from here, on the Square, something, a parking structure, an office building, something newer, sits on the spot where the Strand once stood. I have not yet been replaced. I’m still standing, back here in…
April’s for fools, some say it’s cruel, however you see it, here are the rules. We’ll go for 100 words minimum again. Again, prompts are only suggestions. Please write whatever you’d like to write. The main thing is to write. Getting our writing exercise. It’s good to do. Deadlines are good for writers. Good discipline….