Six Word Novels

The Mirror: Was, I am, will

La migra, coyote, where you going?

Demon cat, East LA street cat

Holly would, land of the disposable.

Neon breasts, and fake plastic packages

Girly man, manly girl, me Arnold!

Selling Oranges on Artesia boulevard exit.

Peach, sweet nectar along my neck.

Line 217, mi gente, the beach.

Soy Mohado en mi propia pais

Child manhandled, his name was norm.

Bush: Six hundred thousand plus dead

Surface swell, beating heart, worm sign

65 Chevy, dirty windows, LA nights

LA freeways: Veins servicing mirrored stones

Palm trees: Bordering the smoky deaths

Forbidden fruit: Reflection in the mirror

Rage un-confronted takes a bad path

California’s perpetual re-invention, lose yourself

Hyphenated: Lives, hyphenated existences, hyphenated meaning.

Dreams Denied: James Byrd, Mathew Sheppard

Gasping Sensations boiling in the moonlight

Looking down into what you fear

Sway and swish, rumble seat fish

Hands in a moist cookie jar

Meta us, meta more, metamorphosis, Morpheus

Dangerous minds: Facism, right and left

Sleeping son’s sangre, slipping soul , soldier

Not far removed: Lexington and Concord

Tragic windows, mirrored in the soul

VTI: You and I

Monster’s mind spewing out angered pus

Rhetoric spilling out along fossilized lines

Ships: Exploding out of the harbor


The white Cube, full of tears

Glistening drops of light in mind

A fruit bowl: Rhetoric of living

For rent: Fruit bowl of handkerchiefs

In the rain: a deeper gain

Dripping veins of light, bending fantastic

Blue items on sale: Written in red

Democracy: If this were an actualized

Form without truth, home without land

= + > – >(n)

My life: A measure of time

About batai52

Brother, father, photographer, filmmaker, writer, artist, veteran, Iroquois/Scottish, aquarian and lover of Martinis "so dry you have to blow the dust off." There are many I admire: Maya Angelou, Ezra Pound, Morris Dees, Cornel West and Alan Alda (Hawkeye Pierce M*SH) for his art and activism. A true activist. Me? Just a ripple on a wave, a feminist in training (FIT) ;-) and working on my own human condition. Onward . . . . .
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