tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8458452770360072812024-03-07T23:59:47.952-08:00Fiction Street @ Poetry LaneKossiwa Loganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09706763259068377141noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845845277036007281.post-90011141216853934082011-06-16T10:39:00.000-07:002011-06-16T10:39:40.594-07:00New Year ResolutionPeter Ramkin stood in front of the large picture window. He felt like he ran around the world without a sleigh. It was after 9, maybe after 10, Peter always lost count of time between Christmas and the new year. Peter hated delivering presents, because some people were highly aggitated at Peter for delivering their presents after Christmas. They didn't care that Peter saved up his money working for a boss he fantasied killing.<br />
<br />
"I'm not the real Santa Clause." Peter often yelled at a few of the people who got upset with him for handing out gifts after December 26. "I dont' have a sleigh, reindeer or elves to help me." Sometimes people argued with him about the appropriateness of the gifts he gave. He always asked, "who else is going to give these kids gifts." That usually shut them up, because it was true. No one cared about these kids.<br />
<br />
"Peter, I'm asking you a question."<br />
<br />
Peter turned from the snow and dark night and looked at Amanda. She stood facing Peter in the living room.<br />
She was holding their coats.<br />
<br />
"I don't think Hoover Bar And Grill will give away our reservations. We'll be fine."<br />
<br />
"You look like you wish you didn't have to act like Santa Clause." Amanda paused as she stared at Peter. He looked like someone beat him up emotionally. "You look drained. It made me wonder if you were trying to make up for something you did. Giving to poor people is your penance. You never look happy."<br />
<br />
"Have you thought of your New Year Resolution?" Peter took his coat from Amanda and put it on.<br />
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"No." Amanda put her coat on. "I thought we should make up resolutions for each other."<br />
<br />
"What, that's crazy. What's yours for me?"<br />
<br />
"Let's go, Hoover won't hold our reservations all night."<br />
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"No, you're going to answer me, stop all of this." Peter stopped talking when Amanda glared at him. He appologized when her look soften into a gaze.<br />
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"I'm just aggravated."<br />
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"Only during Christmas." Amanda took a deep breath and asked, so slowly that she seemed frightened of what Peter might say, "what did you in your life that you need to make yourself so miserable."<br />
<br />
Peter would have to think hard to remember the details, at least all of them. He continued to stare at Amanda.<br />
<br />
"What did you do?"<br />
<br />
"My uncle had a few fosters kids in his home. I just wasn't nice to them."<br />
<br />
"You can continue," Amanda said. Instead of saying more, Peter opened the door and walked to the driveway. He stood by the jeep waiting for his wife to join him.Kossiwa Loganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09706763259068377141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845845277036007281.post-52127318546197857422011-05-02T06:01:00.001-07:002011-05-02T06:01:48.584-07:00Version 2 of Written On My Fifteen Minute BreakHe’ll come on a ghostly horse<br />
reaching towards you with a<br />
rose too perfect to be real <br />
A hybrid of beauty and tragedy<br />
<br />
His song will rise from the <br />
throat of your dreams but will be<br />
only as real as the words you write <br />
in your dream journal <br />
<br />
He smells like times only authors<br />
have lived in their published books<br />
Knights and tin and yonder words<br />
But you reach for him because<br />
<br />
what else is real<br />
<br />
Realize that the poems he writes you<br />
are the ones that come from the flow<br />
of words within your dreams<br />
Your sub and semi conscious at work<br />
<br />
Morning light will kill him but you can<br />
write him down in memory and keep<br />
re-imagining different versions of his story<br />
<br />
By: Kossiwa Kiese Kinshasa Wa LoganKossiwa Loganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09706763259068377141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845845277036007281.post-89136358359568405472011-05-02T05:59:00.000-07:002011-05-02T06:02:12.104-07:00Written On My Fifteen Minute BreakHe’ll come on a pure white horse<br />
that dissolves in your dreaming gaze<br />
<br />
His offering of too perfect roses will <br />
disintegrate in the sunlight <br />
<br />
When he bends his joints they’ll <br />
remind you of an era authored many times<br />
<br />
You’ll know that only books can capture<br />
this type of man burnt quickly by reality<br />
<br />
But you make room for him in your bed<br />
Can’t believe it’s just you in the morning<br />
<br />
Finally alert you smell burnt roses...<br />
<br />
By: Kossiwa Kiese Kinshasa Wa LoganKossiwa Loganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09706763259068377141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845845277036007281.post-62340256057017331242011-04-07T04:43:00.000-07:002011-04-07T06:31:55.132-07:00Retail Hostess <br />
Like a good hostess<br />
I serve you sales and other deals<br />
<br />
In lieu of salt and pepper<br />
I offer you our rewards program <br />
to earn coupons and then there's<br />
the credit card for an extra<br />
10% savings but 15% on some occasions<br />
<br />
You politely decline but sometimes<br />
you’re interested in the rewards<br />
The program’s free and you already<br />
spend money on diapers and gates<br />
and other baby products like tubs<br />
<br />
We smile in between me<br />
watching the clock on the monitor <br />
The digital numbers seem to have halted<br />
<br />
But I’m happy talking with you about<br />
your babies either born or unborn<br />
<br />
<br />
When you leave I'm shocked that<br />
only a minute has gone by<br />
and on a weekday there aren't<br />
too many customers coming after youKossiwa Loganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09706763259068377141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-845845277036007281.post-1559945531567077452011-03-31T06:48:00.000-07:002011-03-31T06:48:07.008-07:00IntroductionHere is where I'll post my fiction and poetry and any other writing, like personal essays and I welcome any feedback that you, as readers, can give me. I'm realizing that being a writer means being brave. For lent this year my goal is to take chances, take risks and do what I can to succeed as a fiction writer and a poet. I'll also include writing prompts, ones I've made up and found prompts. I think prompts are the best way to get writing. My previous blogs were about me as a writer, and I tried one with fiction, and I'm trying again, but I'm including poetry, since that's also a passion of mine. My first blog is coming soon.Kossiwa Loganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09706763259068377141noreply@blogger.com0