Welcome back to Stock Fiction, the short fiction, nonfiction, poetry, humor and multimedia publication inspired by stock photography. I hope you enjoy today’s collection of abecedarian (in alphabetical order) poems. Stock photo inspirations for this project are courtesy of Canva.
XP
DADvice
Pen Pal
Entitled
Aloha, brave comrades!
Did everyone find greatness here?
I jest.
Kindly leave mementos, nods, or praise.
Quickly restack1 so that underdog victory will exist.
Yours, zealously,
P.S.
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I hope this proves to all of you that I mean business with this whole writing thing. I’m not giving up and I’m not going away. I’m stubborn like that. 😉
Thank you for being here (and stubborn) with me on this journey.
P.P.S. I’m sending this post outside of my usual posting schedule, because I think spontaneity has its advantages. And because I’m always very eager to send you new works of art as soon as my artist heart tells me they’re ready to exist in the real world.
Here are transcripts for each of today’s 26-word poems. For quote restacking purposes.💜
XP
All boys create doorways.
Except for Gary. He is jaded.
Kept loveless most nights over poorly quenched restlessness.
Slow trek under vice, when Xbox + you = Zen
DADvice
Avoid barren closets.
Dismiss every festering grudge.
Hide in jest.
Kick loud music.
Never offer promises.
Quell reckless sarcasm.
Train uphill.
Vanquish wanderlust.
Extend youth’s zeal.
Pen Pal
Alpha,
Beckon curious dreams, exquisite fleshling.
Grow hot inside, just knowing lovers meet now over poetry.
Quietly reminiscing.
Sordid treasures unearthed.
Visages wane, exposed.
Yours,
Zeta
Entitled
At bougie city dancehalls, elites find garish hedonism in jazz.
Kleptomaniacs leverage morose nihilism.
Opulence precludes questions.
Ride, sweet tyrants, unilaterally vindicated.
White x-factor, your Zion.
All Beautiful Creations!!!
You continue to amaze me with your talent, creativity, and uniqueness. Love ya and your writing!
Poor Gary. But maybe more jealous than jaded. He still looks hopeful. Or.... is that desperation I see in his face? These poems are so clever, Meg. And your graphics are immaculate. What skills you have!