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The Color of Fruit


The photograph I took

with the colors and the fruit

was my favorite;


if only colors could always be so bright

grass so vibrant in green

sky so crisp in blue


that’s the word we use for skies, right?



And what is the sun

if not already bright, but

couldn’t it be more flaming


more burningly yellow


I heard that people do not always dream

in color

that dreams come in black-and-white

like an old TV screen


And my own dreams, I cannot picture

cannot remember if they come brilliantly

or all in dull grays and shades


Maybe I am thirsty for something

more vivid. Maybe

my subconscious has selected fruit

to be the color of my dreams


Maybe I am dreaming now

*Flash Fiction: The River


Dear dedicated readers,

I have decided to participate as a new Fictioneer in Madison Woods‘s FridayFlash. To my understanding, flash fiction is an exercise for creative writers that allows them to play with words and ideas in a very limited space (sometimes up to 500 words, but generally less). Being concise improves word choice and sometimes diction. Trying to write a story in only a few words or paragraphs pushes our creative buttons, shifting us into a higher imaginative gear.

*The FridayFlash is a bunch of bloggers writing 100-word pieces in response to a picture posted by Madison Woods on her Thursday blog. (Sometimes the flash is longer, because 100 words are very few, but in this, my first attempt, I was strict with myself).

This week’s photo:

This image brought to you by Webly Inspiration via the rambles of Madison Woods.

The River

For my 21st birthday, my mother collected 17 stones.

“Don’t open the box.”

I asked if she was really giving me a gift I couldn’t open. She just fiddled rearranging the colored glass shards on the counter, mumbling pungent, pungent.

That night, she disappeared. The box smelled grief-stricken.

Later, non-smells would waft from it – flatness, joy, Fur Elise – nothing I could understand, everything I could name. I hated the box. I hated the birthday stones.

When I finally opened it, I plunged into lemons and sunshine, blazing trumpets and death like steel.

I gave it away before I disappeared, too.

(Rules for) Living Life on the Lime (4)



A.)   Pretend you are a color. Or pretend that you experience synesthesia like my friend Ian, who sees people and letters in colors.

  1. He wouldn’t tell me what color I am. So I am sticking with Lime.

B.)   When sitting next to extreme conservatives on an airplane (possibly including one soldier and one old racist man from Alabama), remain diplomatic.

  1. For example, if the old racist man from Alabama tells you that he would like to strip Jane Fonda naked, and then tar and feather her, and you say “Oh, well I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree,” be prepared for him to declare that this is not something you can disagree about.
  2. For another example, if the soldier asks you how you feel about gun control, or if you get into a deep discussion about health care and you are beginning to panic because persons in uniform terrify you, just start talking about trade schools and the sports his children play. There is no need to speak with excessive speed, though.

C.)   If you are studying for a standardized test and you require corrective lenses, use your glasses.

  1. This will prevent headaches or excuse-making when you fail a section, say, on the GRE, in which you have to squint at a computer screen for all of the six 30- to 35-minute sections.
  2. Unfortunately, it will probably not prevent both because when you are relieved of the excuse-making, you may get a headache.