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Weekly Contest #102
According to Richard Carlson, "The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life". A Letter to Andrew Jackson from Simon La Greed (A plead for consideration to Andrew Jackson) by George Key Dear President Jackson, While in committee regarding the appropriation of necessary fiscal outlay, new evidence has come to our attention that migh...
Mirrored Perspective by George Key TW: child abuse If, the eyes are the window to our souls, then what I see in a mirror looking into my own eyes should likely be my inner self. However, what I see is what others have convinced me that I must be. I must be what they, them there those people have collectively concluded what and who I am. No matter how much I convince myself that I do not give a damn what other people think, say, or do, it does matter. It matters because any deviation from acceptable societal norms labels individuals for th...
Mirrored Perspective by George Key If, the eyes are the window to our souls, then what I see in a mirror looking into my own eyes should likely be my inner self. However, what I see is what others have convinced me that I must be. I must be what they, them there those people have collectively concluded what and who I am. No matter how much I convince myself that I do not give a damn what other people think, say, or do, it does matter. It matters because any deviation from acceptable societal norms labels individuals for the rest of their ...
Weekly Contest #100
Uncle Rudy’s Last Gift By George Key A chill came over Sticks as he prepared to make the short journey to the annual “Break Bread and Jam Til’ the Rooster Crows Christmas Party”. Taking that last glance at the broken mirror just to make sure he was sportin’ his lady killer best. Sticks knew that every musician in Tucson that was anybody was going to be there. Christmas gigs were few and far between on the average Christmas, however, Christmas 2020 was beyond bleak. COVID-19 shut down most venues and the city placed an early curfew on its s...
Breaking Bread by George Key To feed a starving man one must make certain that the first course is that of dignity. To give dignity to a human being nourishes his soul and feeds his starving spirit. A bond of mutual trust secures mutual respect, to one degree or another. That point of which finds its limitations and boundaries upon the traditional process of breaking bread. The ultimate litmus test for determining whether an individual cuts the mustard is, has been, and most likely will forever be how one accepts an invitation to partake in ...
Weekly Contest #99
(prompt#4) HOPI GHOST GARDEN MIRACLE by George Key Kayleen’s smile would melt butter trapped in an ice cube. Her smile was but an extension of the love in her heart that sparkled in her eyes. Her daughter Chelsea would later write, “Her eyes were so blue, so very blue, it’s like. They talked to you”. Back when the world was kind and people were real, the universe blessed me with the destined collision of two powerful circles of positive energy. One circle was the spirit of my being and the second was the kindred spirit of my lifelong soul ma...
Weekly Contest #96
Full Loop by George Key I and Tim spent hot summer days as children beneath the umbrella of a weeping willow. When heavy rains came, we sailed makeshift vessels until they were devoured by the sewer drains. Those friends from our childhood are always somewhere ready to pick up right where you left off. The bonds created in simpler times when the world was kind and the people were real, last forever. I was out circulating the oil in my motorcycle one hot summer day. Riding in from the North Star Saloon, my bike’s autopilot latched on to th...
Weekly Contest #95
C.W.: Suicide ideation *** The Choice Was Mine By george Key Standing naked with my toes curled around the precipice of relapse I stood poised to take that final big step. For years I considered such a move clearly somewhere between sacrilege and selfishly stupid. Yet, my perceived reality evinced such ideation as reasonably justifiable in my mind. A calmness came over me at the thought of finally being free. I could see no other way out of the darkness. I had extinguished my own candle of hope and found myself on the lonesome side of ma...
MINDSET RESET By George Key Standing naked with my toes curled around the precipice of relapse, I stood poised to take that final big step. For years I considered such a move clearly somewhere between sacrilege and selfish stupidity. Yet, my perceived reality evinced such ideation as reasonably justified in my mind. A calmness came over me at the thought of finally being free. I could see no other way out of the darkness. I had extinguished my own candle of hope and found myself on the lonesome side of many burnt bridges. For ten years I s...
Weekly Contest #80
By george key I’m Still, Jist Wait’n ( reflection of an aged Flatlander) Sit’n here in my new place where some say, I’m better off in. Maybe I am, then again, no one visits like they said they would. Who coulda seen that one coming? Now with the Covid crawl'n all over, at least those that said they would visit, have a good excuse to not. What’s that I hear? Someone’s coming. I wonder who on God’s Earth it could be? A tall lanky minister-looking man appears at the doorway, popping his head in as if he was searching for someone. “Do I kno...
Weekly Contest #74
Uncle Rudy’s Last Gift By George Key A chill came over Sticks as he prepared to make the short journey to the annual “Break Bread and Jam Til’ the Rooster Crows Christmas Party”. Taking that last glance at the broken mirror just to make sure he was sportin’ his lady killer best. Sticks knew that every musician in Tucson that was anybody was going to be there. Christmas gigs were few and far between on the average Christmas, however, Christmas 2020 was beyond bleak. COVID-19 shut down most venues and the city placed an early curfew on its sub...
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