Sunday, January 19, 2014

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Another Janet Reid contest: Finding her cell triggered a Tripwire of memories.

Another Janet Reid contest; You'd think kindergarten would be easy.

COLOR ME CONTEST
Another contest; Yes, the painting continues.

WHAT DO YOU CALL A GROUP OF FEMALE FANS?
Fiction: Another contest; Hey, doll, remember that song?

THE DREAD OF A LABEL FAR WORSE THAN 'DEAD'
Poem: Another Janet Reid contest. It's the usual 100-word limit, but I used only 76!

JANET REID'S "GONE FISHING' WRITING CONTEST"
Fiction: Another contest; Cath watched a couple of queens plying their trade... 

3 DEGREES CHUM BUCKET PANTS
Fiction: Another contest; We're filming "Samson Does Delilah." Samson's with the fluffer... 

THE NAME'S SPADE, SAM SPADE
Fiction: Another Janet Reid contest (and she's a character in my entry)

GEORGE CLOONEY IS SO OVER MISS SNARK
Poem: Another contest

"A DEAD MAN FELL FROM THE SKY..."
Poem: I had never heard of an "erasure" poem until...

CLICKING MY RUBY RED SHOES
Fiction: "Donovan replied with his typical "F*** this!"

IT'S TIME I BURIED JEFF 
Fiction: Humped on Thursday, dumped on Friday.


FROM A STACK OF BOOKS EMERGED A POEM
Poem: One of Janet Reid's fun contests. I didn't win, but I was a finalist.


57 DAYS UNTIL SEPTEMBER
Poem: Stuck in summer while remembering spring and wishing for fall.


A MOMENTARY DETOUR INTO WHIMSY
Fiction: Each February I slowly become Irish.


MANDY PATINKIN, OLDER BAREFOOT GENTS & ME
The non-fiction account of my Mandy Patinkin fiction.


CONVERSATIONS WITH GRANDPA
Fiction: Inspired by one of Miss Snark's fun contests.


YOU WON’T TELL, WILL YOU RIGBY?
Fiction: “Did y’tell your husband where you was going?”


RENDEZVOUS WITH ANGELO
Fiction: ...wearing nothing more than my raincoat and a whisper of my mama’s Chanel No. 5.


Fiction: "Bonus points if you guess what the Something Amazing is!"

Fiction: "Let's celebrate ALL the Edgar nominees for Best First Novel!"


DO NOT GO GENTLY INTO THE ER
Fact: Sometimes a chest pain is just an unrelenting stabbing pain that has nothing at all to do with your heart.


BEWARE THE IDES OF MARCH (AND MRS. GRISWALD'S PITS)
Fact & Fiction: "There she stood, arms stretched heavenward, waiting for a standing O, while the class sat there repulsed by the sight of her hairy pits."


DANCING WITH ANDY GARCIA
Fiction: It's another one of Janet Reid's flash fiction contests !!



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