Ben Day Two

Spaghetti season, he said with a sigh. We heard it underfoot. You couldn’t tell if it was communicating with the others or just sobbing. Occasionally Big Jon would stir it with a giant hook, forming glistening piles near the path. On the shadow spaghetti coasts it's...

the last salmon The apple wore pants to the school dinner so we put on our eating trousers. I thought I saw Sicily go by but I didn’t, the window misunderstood what the gourd band expressed. The bear escaped the circus at the exact time hibernation fell upon him so...

A pink haze of fur further from home than a girl should go calling her own whots and nots bubbling the past, as if it was a good time. Palm fronds paint the way shades the shades. striped vertical hold gone wrangler Gone red Gone punk raving mad red alternate universe...

(I just couldn't help myself with that machine prompt, Ben! Thanks so much for this weekend! RV) Debug Jacque Cousteau, I noticed tonight when the sittings rang outside, that the crags took up the chum. I’m dumbfounded when it comes to parroting others. I’m too much...

Two angers long for the glitter and desolation of Berlin. Hanging near its portal, they provide gratuitous commentary on distressed passersby, looking to mirror their wounds or at least stuff them with the resulting orange tufts of anonymous air. One anger, distracted...

1 Hey dreamboat, slick with night. I remember you sad, between moons, statues erased by winter. We were on the guest list for the wind. Your voice the jangle of a toy piano. This infinity of skin is made for bullets, for germs. The tiny beaks of mosquitoes. Toenails...

When she was a very young chili, five seedcakes divided into an orgy of autocrats. How much she adored their lumberjack esthetic. They used mercenary larva to compose a charade of turbulence. All lunatics aside, the mergers came freckled; short charmers every one of...

CUBE CLEAR Her name was Cube Clear, and she was nought less than that. A woman whose womb cracked a churchman’s windpipes. Whose workbooks carried the windbreak. Her middle name was Clasp. Management fell on their knees when she looked their way. Childminders forgot...

Thanks for being weird with me this weekend. Feel free to pick one of the prompts, or more than one, and share whatever you like. More than happy to read two more pieces from everyone, since so many prompts are provided. I hope these kickstart something within you...