TASTY options and flashy packages
ERODE the resistance of self-control:
WACKY characters dance across labels to the music of
STATEd refusals.
Author: Steven Robertson
Weird
NEWLY enthralled Scotsman’s visage appears in the
BRINE bubbling double-time in the cauldron, his
PUPILs dilated at the promise of power merely
UTTERed in his presence.
Baking
SUGAR and flour dusting apron and countertop alike, the
ELDER baker and her sous-chef granddaughter finished the cupcakes, having
KNEED the oven door the rest of the way closed. From the kitchen
AROSE the aroma of love and memories.
Sky Flyer
NERVEs as fragile as
TULIP petals while the winch lifted us.
STRAPs seem a flimsy safeguard: the
HEADY altitude (and her courage) taunted me.
Lamech
MAN GOes on his way to
WOUND and scrape and steal;
SWORE to rise above himself,
AS SET beneath the heel.
Orion
BETELgeuse burns red, the Hunter’s
CLOTHes stained from his prey, his arrows
PLUCKed from them. Rigel’s blue eyes
WALTZ for joy at each conquest.
Dust on the Scale
SCALE swept clean of dust with a
FLING of the cloth like wind over the
BLUFF. Millions of motes scattered,
WOKEN to the terror of Him who holds the scale.
Diaspora
DRUID, the last one, mutters
CRUEL invective against the newcomers, whose numbers and power
SWELL like the seas, pushing them out like
SNAKEs slithering, seeking warmth.
Temptation
GLEAM in the eye like the glint off a gun barrel,
BLUNT and subtle as that gun’s blast.
SNIDE comments to self are halfhearted restraints as worthless as
RETRYing a torn parachute.
And…Action
MOVIE scripts don’t parallel real life, where there’s no
TRACKS of music or chances to
ANNEX another take onto film. We
CHAFE at the Producer and Director to no avail.