Indian/God/ Homeless apparition
sidles up beside me
in Fern Dell Park
with his one-blue-eye-one-brown-eyed
dog
says, pointing
“That river over there
once told many stories…”
We stand, stare
the reverent silence
hovering between us
until interrupted
by the stirring
Allright Parking bum lying
under an oak behind us-
pauses from tinkering
with loose dentures,
mumbles “what a crock of shit.”
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About Robert Vaughan
Originally from NY, writer, editor, and workshop leader, my poems and fiction are published in over 400 print and online magazines, such as Elimae, Necessary Fiction, BlazeVOX, Connotation Press, Metazen, Thrice, Literary Orphans and Housefire. I am Senior Flash editor at JMWW and Lost in Thought magazines. I lead two roundtables for Redbird- Redoak Writing. My fiction and poetry has won numerous awards, including "Ten Notes for the Guy Studying Jujitsu," a finalist in the Gertrude Stein Fiction Award 2013. Flash Fiction Fridays, an anthology, is here: http://www.amazon.com/Flash-Fiction-Fridays-Robert-Vaughan/dp/1105460932/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1.
Also my first chapbook, Microtones, from Cervena Barva Press, is available here: http://www.thelostbookshelf.com/.
Line 1 is weakened by multi-naming of male pronoun reference (x3: “Indian,” “God,” “Homeless Apparition”) Choose one instead in order to strengthen this narrative encounter.
Thanks, I might change the first line, and might not…please recall that when giving feedback it is also nice to balance “suggestions” with “what I like or what seems to be working” in each piece.
LMAO! You kill me.
Love the dog.
I love this one
Yes!