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Belong

Melinda Kucsera

Belong Out of place and time, anachronism am I? Nowhere do I belong; nowhere to call my own. No time for criticism; no advice given because what is there to say? Does anyone truly belong anywhere? Or do we all long for some place to fit? Like puzzle pieces that long to reconnect to form a whole? Is there some place where I fit in rather than stick out? Where I can be an insider instead of an outsider? If you know about such a place and where it might be found, spread news of it around so all we misfits can converge on … Continue reading Belong

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POETRY 101 REHAB: MISSING

Melinda Kucsera

Missing “Head injury…might have amnesia…” The healer’s words still echoed scaring Ran, where he lay curled, fearing amnesia would take Papa away, like the bad man had tried to do. Holding his stuffed bear tight, he listened to Papa’s quiet breathing, willing him to wake, smile at the sight of his son. But unconsciousness’ plaything, Papa remained. Ran’s tears rolled off his nose. Then a pale glimmer broke through the darkness. Papa blinked and glowing green eyes focused. “Papa?” Ran asked. Blankness became fondness. “Ran,” Papa said, against his heart, he held his son. Ran’s fears and tears were at last quelled. ~ ~ ~ Follow … Continue reading POETRY 101 REHAB: MISSING

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Hate to Love: Dessert

Melinda Kucsera

Dessert Connoisseurs For breakfast and dinner, I eat dessert. That’s my guilty secret. Don’t tell a soul; I belong to a secret club. Dessert Connoisseurs it’s called. We use doughnut holes to get around, bet you didn’t know they warp space time. Just pop on through. Let physics rue the baker. His oven mangles the warp and weft of time to hide our rendezvous. We’ve twelve step programs for initiates to get the most out of their addiction. We believe in healthy deserts, officiate at bake-offs and increase the addiction through bake sales, pie donations and cake drives. with dessert, we take over the world live. ~ ~ … Continue reading Hate to Love: Dessert

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Truth Slingers

Melinda Kucsera

Truth Slingers They sling truth from their quick hands, deal out facts, burn lies with their laser glare. A gesture kills bullshit, withers sales pitches, attacks deceit, slander–no matter its vesture. Their armor is truth and they shine a light to chase away shadows, banish darkness. Their presence reveals all secrets, ignites a fire that purifies, leaving kindness in their wake. They keep promises, enforce oaths, shore up the faltering, hold the line, mend the broken, set the adrift on course. The truth’s their weapon, they’re easy to find. Wherever disaster strikes, they’ll appear, wielding truth to shield everyone who’s near. Prompted by a conversation with FT LeDrew which sparked my … Continue reading Truth Slingers

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Beast of Cloud and Claw – One Word Photo Challenge

Melinda Kucsera

Beast of Cloud and Claw On cloud-stacked feet it steals across the sky ready to stomp the sleeping mountain town. Its wings kick up a gale force wind to cry its coming on the morn. It’s swooping down from on high, its ridged back blots out the sun. Its shadow falls and blankets the valley. The temperature drops as it exhales cold, ice sheathes its talons, winter’s friend rallies, unhinges its jaw, breathes white fire so cold it burns; it freezes everything in place. ‘Cept the slayer striding towards the ice-drake. Magic builds ‘tween her upraised hands; her faces’s grim. She slings the … Continue reading Beast of Cloud and Claw – One Word Photo Challenge

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Spy Bubble – Photo-Fiction #12

Melinda Kucsera

Spy Bubble She formed it in her palm, a translucent sphere, caressed by a rainbow sheen. It floated, carried by the breeze with her full consent. Higher it flew; it accelerated, heading towards the army’s lines. Eyes closed, she concentrated; her bubble bobbed o’er the mages’ camp. Through it she spies. Her lips move as she counts her foes. Trouble wears a blue robe; his kolh-lined eyes follow her bubble. He spins dervish-fast, chases her spell-wrought spy past armed men who wallow in the respite. In the air he traces a quick pattern, a counter to her spell. Her bubble pops but she’s got her intel. ~ … Continue reading Spy Bubble – Photo-Fiction #12

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RSVP: Keysta at the Ball – A Daily Post Sonnet

Melinda Kucsera

RSVP: Keysta at the Ball She watched the dancers twirl in their bright gowns. Plain she felt, a girl playing dress up, all ruffled, beribboned in a borrowed pink gown. Dancers wheeled past, all unknown; she stood tall, wondering which of the flouncing follies had the ear of her enemy. Whose spies floated on the strains of sweet melodies? They moved like pale reflections–washed out lies in petticoats. She alone was solid, real, she had some dimension the guests lacked. She needed air, fled the ballroom; valid excuse or no, she had to go; with tact she withdrew to the balcony and smiled, the fellow she’d … Continue reading RSVP: Keysta at the Ball – A Daily Post Sonnet

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The River Nirthal

Melinda Kucsera

The River Nirthal From border to border it runs swift, clear. Through mountain pass, down Osrailten’s shoulders, into Neverthrall’s inland sea, then tear off across valley and hill. Smooth boulders, babble at the enchanted trees standing on shore, dark and disapproving of its watery foe. Still onwards its running the mighty Nirthal River. Here it lazes as it widens, giving shipping more lanes to ply its calm waters. Despite the haze, its navigable west from Hero’s Bane, east to the salten sea, Shayari’s end. Its freshwater soothes thirst; lets children play in its spray; fills fishermen’s nets each day. ~ ~ ~ The … Continue reading The River Nirthal

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Frontiers – A Pic and a Word Challenge

Melinda Kucsera

Frontier Mountains frame my home. They ripple across the dark horizon unable to cage the enchanted forest which spills across its flanks, spreads o’er the land. Magic wages its own war within that dark wood; explore it at your own peril. Misted mountains’ vista shows a hundred valleys and more melting into that last frontier. Explain why that blue haze lays o’er all obscuring your edges sweet Shayari? Your border hides itself; its secrets are alluring. What lies beyond on that vast continent? If I leave you will I find contentment? prompt courtesy of Pic and a Word Challenge #10: Frontiers Continue reading Frontiers – A Pic and a Word Challenge

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Eavesdropping – Writing 101 #10

Melinda Kucsera

Eavesdropping Ran pretended to sleep. Often adults ignored small children, so his feigned repose went unnoticed and he heard the results. “–traumatic brain injury but he shows some improvement. He’s young. Recovery is possible but it’ll take time, how much I can’t say ’til he wakes.” Recovery sounded good. Papa’d be okay; Ran clutched his stuffed bear as the healer’s voice faded. Uncle Miren’s question cut the quiet, “When’ll he wake up?” Lying still, Ran waited; the reply was eaten by the quiet settling o’er the infirmary. He cried ’til a weak embrace, him, from his fears, pried. ~ ~ ~ A scene … Continue reading Eavesdropping – Writing 101 #10

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Ripped from the Headlines! – A Daily Post Sonnet

Melinda Kucsera

Ripped from the Headlines! Ripped from the Headlines the ransom note came, each letter painstakingly cut, pasted, arranged to spell out a note licked by flame. A claim made from twenty broadsheets wasted on the demand for more land. The hostage taken turned out to be a wagon full of beans. The culprit, a dragon, skimped on postage by tossing the flaming note on the Queen’s hive, disrupting royal pollination and scattering her precious bees. Reports claim this winter we’ll be on short rations ’til bees start their flower nuzzling sport. Would someone send a representative to free the alimentary … Continue reading Ripped from the Headlines! – A Daily Post Sonnet

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Friendship

Melinda Kucsera

Friendship Saveen regarded Ran in that open, trusting way of his; slow-witted they said; stupid, they called him, those orphan children, the Foundlings that mama had raised and led. Ran understood him even though Saveen was big like his uncle. His mind was small, which made him the perfect friend for one green eyed boy who didn’t want to be watched at all. They played knights and dragons. Creeping about from shadowed nook to pile of clothes, they slunk, stalking imaginary prey. Lookout! A monster’s rising–they pounce using spunk to defend ’cause no weapons are allowed, their foe fades to shadow and they stand proud. ~ ~ ~ Scene from … Continue reading Friendship

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Written in Skin

Melinda Kucsera

Written in Skin Lines of heartbreak, disappointment, denials and recriminations–I cross them out. I start over; sketching’s such a trial. Erase those hazy outlines, blot them out, start again, dip the pen into love’s ink, but the ink pot’s run dry, there’s no love found. Snap the pen, toss it away, and trade ink for imagination’s paint. Pigments ground, brush in hand, stroke in a land; words now rush to create a world. Running out of skin, I write on the sky; quill morphs from a brush, I’m writing, ripping a tale out’ my skin. Spinning a story written on … Continue reading Written in Skin

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What Do You Do When Not Writing? Assignment #9

Melinda Kucsera

What Do You Do When Not Writing? “What do you do when not writing?” she asked the scribe. Laying paper and ink aside, he regarded her but no answer blast past his consciousness. He blinked and she sighed. “That’s what I thought.” She left scrivener’s nook, took a boat to university’s isle, asked a student with her nose in a book the same question. “I go out, walk awhile,” shrugged the girl. “What about you professor?” “I read, improve my mind.” He turned and fled. Still not satisfied, she dragged a claw, tore reality, poked through my screen and said– but I had an answer … Continue reading What Do You Do When Not Writing? Assignment #9

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The Red Thread Unraveled

Melinda Kucsera

Unravel I pulled the red thread, watched it unravel. I sought connections as stitches parted. I found none as thread pooled on cold gravel. Row by row came undone. Brokenhearted, I grabbed a spool and wound the thread back up. The pattern’s unraveled; the picture’s gone. What meaning I meant to find is bound up in the thread I wind until it’s all gone, and I’m left with a spool of bright red thread. I hold possibilities in my hand. New patterns to sew, stitches to try, thread spooled and waiting–I grab a needle, stand tall, boldly stitch a new design, and find the meaning … Continue reading The Red Thread Unraveled