The Fox

I don’t enter writing contests very often, but I did enter this one. Here is the link to a writing site I liked. I followed the suggestions and actually was a runner-up, placing in one of the top three categories in the contest. I didn’t win the grand prize, but still…!

(This story has not been published as it is under consideration for another publication at this time.)

http://jwlbooks.com/blog/a-novel-approach-and-our-winners-are/

Cousin Cindy, Me and Puberty

 

 

 

 

 

We sulked when we didn’t get our way.

We stalked the boy next door,

pummeled him with questions,

pinned him to the wall until he answered,

forced him to tell us everything he knew

about sex, love, liquor, and God.

He told us God was the sky.

We believed him,

but we weren’t impressed.

He told us cherry was his favorite flavor,

And we were too naïve to know why,

so we made it our favorite flavor too.

He said boys would want us, but

we already knew that.

 

© J. Eger April 2012

A lady sent this to me asking if it could be considered a haiku. What do you think?

Cucumber 004

high humidity
cucumber grows overnight
mid-summer magic

j.bugg 2012

Cucumber 004 (Photo credit: Andy2Boyz)

Autumn Haiku

jack-o-lantern winks

but it will take more than that

to distract Jack Frost

J. Eger 2012

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Mr. Thaumaturge

(a performer of miracles or magic)

He lost his job three years ago,

not the kind where you get unemployment,

it wasn’t that kind of white collar

or blue collar job. Something less

than all that. But he made it work.

Too young for social security,

and medicare, too old to start again.

He’s got some food in the cupboard.

At least he paid off his house

when times were rolling

instead of caving in.

Every day he hugs his wife,

throws the ball for Benji

and watches the trees

to see what they’ll do.

© Julie Eger 2-23-12

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Another Chance

 

winter wind

snow drifts

clean slate

 

© Julie Eger 2-20-12

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Shine a Light Into the Night

 

 

 

 

 

The principal (spelled with pal because he’s your pal)

paces back and forth in front of his desk thrusting

his admonishments at you. “You must have math

in your life to pierce the darkness of the unknown

that lies ahead of you. Math will keep you from

becoming a common prostitute. Math is the one thing

that will shine a beacon of light upon your dismal future.”

To his dismay, I choose words instead –

to shine a beacon of light upon my dismal future.

Julie Eger © 2-17-2012

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