Kenosha Writers’ Group

A contribution to “365 Mondays” by Bill Schroeder

YES LUST !
By Bill Schroeder

Twisted and entwined
not the creeping vine
to smother the rose
as nature unfolds with the season
but lust
natural as nature
as limbs twist and entwine
dancing together
in the soft flesh
rollicking in erotic splendor
then breathlessly awaiting the next season to unfold!

A contribution to “365 Mondays” by Lisa Adamowicz Kless

Found poem excerpt based on Plath’s “Stars Over the Dordogne”
By Lisa Adamowicz Kless

I am timid
distressed
anxious
and overlooked.
I miss home
I miss your company–
I cannot see you;
you never arrive at all.
A sense of absence falls
drops thick as stones
you are lost tonight
and infinitely;
I am lost
sitting with my own silhouette
dark and starless.
I lie back now
where I am,
with no trouble
I see those eyes I am used to
so bright
self-assured
familiar and warm.
I send up fires,
signal–
I am an orphan
sitting far out
under a star studded horizon
hanging back shyly
in the small, wan night.
But I am used to
looking too hard
my view dulled
and dark like a well.
I drop silently
where I fall;
I see you in my head–
immediately, I am home…

“Mother Goosed was originally conceived as an invitational project.  We have changed the rules to this project.   We are now accepting submissions for the Mother Goosed project.   All submissions will be chosen based on their merit, by a pre chosen K.A.N. panel.   Simply put; the best submissions will be published based on the number of available pages.  This criteria also applies to artists who have already confirmed! Please look at the information presented on the the site and e-mail either John Bloner or Chet Griffith with any questions.

Open Art at ArtWorks (Sunday’s 4 p.m. until ???)  is a good meeting place for feedback and for questions.  More information will be posted as it becomes available.”

To learn more about this project, go to: http://mothergoosed.wordpress.com/

“WriteCamp Milwaukee - the city’s first free writers convention (and certainly not the last) - is coming in less than a month. On June 6th, join writers, editors, and other literary folks for a day of free sessions, keynotes, and networking.”

This seems like a good–and free!–opportunity to build on our skills.  For more information, go to www.writecampmilwaukee.com.

A contribution to “365 Mondays” by Chris DeGuire

Kenny and Tammy
- from a larger work
By Chris DeGuire

“Like, what’s something crazy you always wanted to do?” he asked.
And she turned her head to look down at him on the floor right next to the bed in his sleeping bag.
“I don’t know,” she said with a quick laugh and let go of the blankets. “Like what?”
“Like, I don’t know. Skinny dipping? Streaking? What do you do when you’re bored in Wisconsin? Cow Tipping? Do farm kids still do that kinda stuff?”

She was always bored in Wisconsin and had never done anything about it. She’d always done nothing and she so wanted to tell Kenny something cool she’d done, something rebellious, but she was scared. Scared then, scared now.
She rolled onto her side, head propped up on her arm, and noticed his bare arms and shoulders. His gay bare arms and his gay bare shoulders. Was he naked under there? The soft green glow from the lava lamp on the dresser at the foot of the bed made it hard to tell. Oh, why did he have to be gay? [Read more →]

A contribution to “365 Mondays” by Kathy Maki

FEAR
By Kathy Maki

AFRAID that I won’t have the courage to face this
AFRAID of the medical process more than the possible conclusions
AFRAID to tell anyone and make it real
AFRAID no one will hug me
AFRAID of being a burden
AFRAID to wake in the morning to realize it is not a dream
AFRAID I passed the possibility of this to my daughter
AFRAID AFRAID AFRAID AFRAID

A contribution to “365 Mondays” by …

Excerpt from Sheldon Doyle’s
Private Conversations
All rights reserved
Copyright 2007 by Sheldon Doyle
ISBN 978-1-4357-2462-4

Fear, true fear, is a savage frenzy. Of all the insanities of which we are capable, it is surely the cruelest.
Georges Bernanos

The courage of life is often a less dramatic spectacle than the courage of the final moment, but it is no less a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy. A man does what he must  in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures  and that is the basis of all morality.
John F. Kennedy

Prologue
July 29th, Meeker, Oregon Parker’s Ranch

The barn’s roof was gone. One of the walls had been disintegrated. All that was left after the bomb went off was a burning shell.
Embers swirled like fireflies as pillars of fire leaped skyward turning low hanging storm clouds a ruddy shade of orange.
All around him the ground hissed and coughed as a wall of heat rushed through the forest. Swaying pines exploded into flames, jetting blue and white streamers of burning resin. Nearer the ground scrub brush crackled then curled and died.
What was left of his car lay several yards to his right, a twisted hunk of useless metal. It had been hurled through the near side of the barn, leaving a gaping hole through which he could see Parker’s house setting unscathed in the distance.
It was a surreal sight to behold, moreso as bits and pieces of the burning barn corkscrewed out of the darkness like wayward missiles.
Utterly beautiful, McMillan thought. A real testament to his ingenuity.
The exploding barn couldn’t have come at a better time. He had taken a disastrous moment and turned it around in his favor. Not only had he killed the man he considered responsible for turning his life to shit, he had foiled their others’ vengeful plans. Covering his escape unnoticed was an added bonus.
“Focus, McMillan! Faster! The fire’s cutting us off!” [Read more →]