Kinbote, Illinois is a series of flash fiction I am writing from my mud hut in rural Southern Africa.
Kinbote, Illinois is a series of flash fiction I am writing from my mud hut in rural Southern Africa.
Last edited by KinboteIllinois; 10-16-2017 at 02:03 AM.
Of all the dirt that lay in front of me,
I see only the brown flecks and flakes of dust
floating from mote to mote making friends and
discussing their philosophical woes.
Weeds and plastic bellowing in the wind
below towers of timber decaying,
Dancing leaves singing overhead under
the blue skies of fluffy floating water.
Drumming echoes in the distance of my
Village abode nestled in the bushes,
Many staring children playing football
Begging for food and fun while their mothers
Labor away the days of their short lives.
When I was much younger I saw only
Beauty in the weather, though now I see
All those of who suffer through life's error.
Each night my lonesome dreams waken me to
Captives loudly screaming bloody murder.
I am standing in the country's fire,
East of Eden in the land of erode.
Yellow house flies, pink birds and blue flowers.
Interesting start. I wonder why you reference Illinois when you are from Africa.
My blog: https://frankhubeny.blog/
Pretty cool. I lived in south africa a while, where in south africa are you living?
Nuggets of fire burn under her feet
As she walks the streets at night.
Gloom rules this girl
Stolen from home
Sent into servitude
Owned by a terrible old man.
What profane absurdity is this?
That life comes to such an point
Of unfortunateness.
Hope comes and goes
As the days pass by
Along with the taxis
Ferrying her around the city,
But she can only think
Of how it will end,
Good or bad.
How will she escape?
Until this dawn arrives
She can only wander the neon wasteland alone.
I like the phrase "profane absurdity".
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He was shot because he’s black.
I think you need a little more. Who was shot and by whom?
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I dreamt of monarchs last night flying all around
In the void between my head and yours
Sitting in blades of golden grass floating above black soils.
Awake! Awake sleeper of the land which is forever midnight
where the stars are brightest and wonder is at its apogee.
Passage through the dungeons of imagination
where each cell is filled with plentiful characters
from the flighty and fanciful and perilous realms of Faerie.
Night after night the theme calls to me
And every morning I wake to the yellow falls of sunlight on my face.
Before my slumber I pray to the spirits of fire and God,
Which are everywhere and are in everything.
Bound together as spectres, phantoms in the cosmos, all pervading.
I see you in these dreams each night sleeping by my side
Warming my soul by the bright light held in your hands.
Kinbote, you write beautifully.
I am enjoying these Episodes immensely -- keep them coming!
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Crawling on my knees through the grass
Trying to catch a glimpse of your face
I see a ring of light, an aura.
It is orange.
Last edited by KinboteIllinois; 10-22-2017 at 11:12 AM.
Perhaps "Trying catch" should be "Trying to catch"?
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