Music- The Riff
Feeling Good performed by blues icon Nina Simone, written by Leslie Bricusse
Lately, I’ve been feeling dolefully pig-headed. Melancholy, like a nebulous cloud floats just above my head. It feels surreptitiously tethered to me with one purpose. To scuttle my experience of the world through a cycloptic perspective that beholds the banal and the enchanting with equal amounts of criticism. Whether some, or all of the derision is deserved, I cannot say, but some would agree my eye must be the offending culprit. Thus, any self-respecting fanatic bent on literally interpreting Christian parables would demand I pluck it out.
Nina Simone’s catalog of music makes me grateful for having two good…
The Weekly Knob Creative Writing Prompt: Prank
Creative non-fiction
The first time it happened I thought I would pee my pants. My ribs ached from the kind of head-pounding laughter that threatens to split you from side to side, or make you feel like you might have a stroke from oxygen deprivation.
My friend had invited me over for dinner and Dominos, Mexican Train, to be exact. With much of her family seated around the large oak table dividing the kitchen and living room, the air was humming. …
‘in medias res’ poetry prompt
Flour dusted fingers
Measure from memory
Family favorites
Pound cakes made
A thousand times
I level the cup ignoring
the pain traveling arm to shoulder
Sifting dry ingredients
Dusting off expectations
Losing count
eyeing the scarred mixing bowl
mentally calculating weighty things
the mound of white
keeps quiet
Making me guess
at all this heart
Must need to say
Take heed!
There is a war going on
Inside these precious chambers
Life is under siege
Squeezing me
Between present and past
The preheating is over
The oven timer beckons
insisting on its charge —
()..()()…()()…()()()()()..()..()()…()()…()…()…()………….
So much left unfinished
I muse…
Poetry
an experiment
I turn to you
deranged and hopeless
desperate in my need
for windows and walls
and ladders too
angled towards Saturn
so I may still gather
occasional falling stars
in pails of moonlight
when darkness swallows the moon
I will probably collect too many
Shimmering trinkets…
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Slk. 2021
Well, maybe a little…
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Your editors at The Weekly Knob have decided to put our publication into a short hiatus as we head into the depths of winter.
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A Short Story
Caroline and Paralee get creative.
A shaft of sunlight barrels through the glass and slams into the side of Caroline’s face. It glances off her ruddy cheek without apology, highlighting the linear branding left by Father Time himself. Time may have claimed Caroline’s face, but he left her heart and mind intact, and for that she was grateful.
It was Caroline’s habit to take this particular chair at the noon meal so Paralee would not bemoan the harshness of the noonday sun on her own face. It was their favorite table, and a small sacrifice for her friend. …
