Fourteen on the Fourteenth
The Canadian Writers Collective celebrates Valentine's Day with six fourteen-word flashes.
1986
Fresh leather. American cigarettes.
He was a bad boy, but he smelled so good.
— Mel Bell
Been There, Done That
In trash: one photo album, white gown and veil.
Down toilet: one gold band.
— Tricia Dower
Ours
From the heat of damask and down,
one foot barely touches the cool floor.
— Tamara Lee
Chivalrous
Steamy mirror afterwards.
You wait your turn with one hand around my tea cup.
— J.A. McDougall
Hard
Kissing. Pulling closer from the small of her back.
His hand spans her clavicle.
— Patricia Parkinson
Self-Portrait,
The epicentre of love is not the beloved.
— Andrew Tibbetts
Take a stab at your own fourteen-word micro-fiction on the theme of love, and share it with us in the comments section, below. You can include the title in the word count as Andrew has done, or not, like the rest of us. The comment we love the most this month gets a prize!
Photo taken by Tricia on the Big Island of Hawaii, 2003. Hope you're still going strong, Rob and Patty.
posted by Tricia Dower | 2:53 am
41 Comments:
Happy Valentines Day. Tricia. This is great.
and the picture is fabulous!
Her friends were aghast. She wasn't. Forty-seven great years have passed. She still isn't.
Love and Chocolate
I bit into a truffle and grimaced. Coconut. "Have mine," he said. "It's caramel."
Fourteen Words of Love
Are better spent
on grocery lists.
Love is a silent tongue,
prolific, urgent, shared.
2-14-07
Sudden multiple four
rim shot cream leaks
musical be de bop;
creamed orgy bleep.
##
She's red-hatted in the snow. Okay? he says. Her small shoulders measure his arm.
Roses
They wilt. I’m still unyielding. They die. I’m always hungry.
For Want Of
Heaven's alright, but it's run like a nightclub. I'd die waiting outside your doors.
How do I love thee, he whispered. Two sons, grandchildren and thirtyfive years.
Who is Cupid? A naked baby sporting wings and a lethal weapon. Love hurts.
I’m too hot alone in bed. You touch me with icy hands.
Good night.
Another Valentine's Day, still unconvinced we need candy to show love for one another.
Allo, Brethren
To The North! ;)
Herewith, my humble
Vally Day offering:
Alliterative Proposition
Cardboard sign
on the overpass:
Will Work For Love!
Horns honk, hopes
held high.
--Dennis Mahagin
"Hand in hand, you and I will walk on gravel paths studded with gemstones."
Nonnie Augustine
One broken condom,
One pregnant girlfriend,
Should have stayed home,
With the wife.
Love Eternal by Theresa C. Newbill
The crystallized
love of our home
is reflected
in the lamplight
of its windows.
Embrace by Theresa C. Newbill
Click of buttons
Black slip
Warm embrace
Surface to skin
Crescent moon
Across oceans.
Love Eternal by Theresa C. Newbill
The crystallized
love of our home
is reflected
in the lamplight
of its windows.
Embrace by Theresa C. Newbill
Click of buttons
Black slip
Warm embrace
Surface to skin
Crescent moon
Across oceans.
Discovery by Theresa C. Newbill
Swift lightening.
Rushing earth
under our legs.
Words carried
by waves.
Flesh becomes spirit.
Mourning by Theresa C. Newbill
I call you from your sleep.
Your beautiful voice
distinct in the darkness,
answers.
Widowed by Theresa C. Newbill
Here I sit, alone.
Typing out poems,
thinking of you smiling.
Missing you always.
I ate beef dip and fries today because nobody wished me Happy Valentine's Day.
Hey, anonymous, I love beef dip and fries. I don't have to feel unloved to eat them. Happy Valentine's Day to you.
Love is only true if it lasts,
otherwise I'm just stupid, irrational and blind.
1488 -- Narratives
Canada-America is an illusion.
Icelandic fisherman drag
nets off coast of Atlantis.
(Title Part of Count)
50 Million Years
Your breasts unfold
present. Mountains
move pith, wilderness.
The bed’s hinge did not sing.
##
If you laugh at the exact moment of a kiss, it might be misinterpreted.
Oh these are silly, sad, strange and dirty, wonderfully disgusting as well as romantic. Cupid with a lethal weapon - what a pip, Elaine.
Bravo. Now off to make a dinner for my valentine.
Diane
The Maple Room
sooo loving this, these are the best Valentines I ever read, soo cool you guys, keep em coming!
Undying love shines in fading eyes; the heart beats once more, the hand releases.
I scrape ice off your car.
Later, you'll repay me,
warming up the bed.
Ray Grant said, "Love is never having to say you're sorry unless you're sorry that you're sorry."
An arrangement of flowers, withering after Valentine's Day, thoughts remembered, spent husks thrown away.
A day late. Oh well.
Apart
You left a message on my phone. I close my eyes, thinking of you.
Growth
A whole box of chocolates in one sitting—you and I grow fat together.
Strands
I watch the water swirl, and wish it were your hair clogging the drain.
An I aw-waysh shot ih wush Happy hick! BALentinesh Day. I Love you, man!
She makes noises like a small, hurt animal, coming from some deep, ancient place.
Although closing, he still took their order.
“Here, y’are, Loverbirds.”
Loverbirds. That one stuck.
Boy met girl.Girl said “no".
Boy wept.
Girl met girl.
Boy felt better.
Hurricane Annie
She arrived, bringing much lusty blowing.
She left with half my house.
Though it's past the 14th, I always have 14 words to say.....
Love loosely whispered from gin soaked lips, deceiving words creep beyond what's truly meant.
"How do you like love," she asked me once, "How do you like love?"
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