Barb Snodgrass
Stories (24/0)
A Response to a Troll Doll Thief
There's a saying on Wall St that sums up very concisely what mistake you made but also should be a reality check for you if you're going to continue trying these shady underhanded "highway" jobs; which are the main reason why people don't like to deal in the "free zone" of FB.
By Barb Snodgrass3 years ago in Fiction
Bluest of Screens
2:21 AM and I can't sleep again. Turn, toss, up and down; my consciousness shredded the wallpaper into confetti, to celebrate exposing the engraved truth chiseled into every inch of my skull. Torturing itself on the strappado, screams demanding jailbreak, refusing involuntary biochemical therapy. Nightly, this bloodless battle with my psyche, involves a stonewall untold feet thick, a chisel to chip it away, and a masquerade inside the stratagem for this game of trench warfare illusions. My nemesis keeps washing away the frontline from the sand, raking it with cresting tides. I blink, it's drafted the line again. I can't say how, but with every re-cast I'm hemorrhaging ground, until borderline blind from panic, I unwittingly cross the threshold, tripping the iron gate release, gravity crashes it down, and I'm forever cut off.
By Barb Snodgrass3 years ago in Fiction
"It's a box"
"No, I'm not going to touch it, pick it up, open it, nor do I want it. Can't even look at it." John said, perched on the tip of his worn leather mahogany sofa, pointing at the 1x1x1 brown box, sitting alone in the center of his apartment living room.
By Barb Snodgrass3 years ago in Fiction
Ode to Sun Showers
crashing blue rain drowns gleaming gold sun shines liquid glass prism'd diving drop hold rainbows Russians call them mushroom rain flying blind witches care bear wardrobed to dance mambo fire eyed devil's whipping bee's knees wife's all countries tell wive's tales of sun showers holiday feast toll'n white hell's bells wedding witches slav'o'vr pancakes---churning butter siphon orphan brine from whore's dead children buried edge 'a the world, rewrite blood-lines
By Barb Snodgrass3 years ago in Poets
Your Eyes
a congenital roomy sea of swirling liquid blue ingenuously wide---hazel unblinking, green speckled shrewd & deep rooted pinpoint black & beady trapped by tiny blood shot veins ---deleteriously shifty elegiac red rimmed & watery extemporaneously aboveboard stirring, fervent---shockingly prominent stygian dark pits as mirrors--- perpetually cunning artful dodgers scintillating stares sharp as razors more fruitful than loaded revolvers open windows to the tenebrous damned aversely hanging back, light---sardonically queasy unclouded & ardently ready to go bloody wretched only sweet & doughty to electrify as violently barbaric gaudy & unfathomably self abhorrent 21 daffodils for each gram of narcissus ---I see the birth of stars & the fiery depths of Hades in your eyes---I also see both paths splitting up ahead at a fork & even if I knew, it's not about the ending it's about taking a walk with the woman I love ---you
By Barb Snodgrass3 years ago in Poets
20/20 Grind-Sight Oracle
you're talking to the oracle---whether I'm Buddha's disciple or my skin's red shards of obsidian scaled shooting silver flashing pupils sharper than daggers; ignore my words and you're predicting your own disaster---bent ignoble intent never orated---most to gains prospective---Genghis blitzkrieg; fueled by deafening lies from a maladapted lecherous lust to conquer, erase, re-sire the population post-eradicate---owning people oppression---apparatus of sin invention; break a bone now you have slaves attention; willing sheep to bona fide indoctrination
By Barb Snodgrass3 years ago in Poets
Musings
1. capitalist cheese stacking on hanging human hocks of ham strange melodic mumbling disharmonious fading memories of Floridian shuffling hat & bag in hand---saddest sounds I never sang, "midnight strikes, mocking bird flies grabbed by the gravitational pull of your sapphire eyes"---soaring lightning fueled flying alibaba carpet ride, skin collides sparked fuse melodramatically crawling comet fire magnetized---I'm paralyzed
By Barb Snodgrass3 years ago in Poets