Author Archives: justbrinkley

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.

In the Time of Pandemic

The reception line presented like a coiled snake settling in for the strike. Like the rings of red, yellow and black on the snake’s back – The men, women, and even a child or two, are distanced apart as prescribed … Continue reading

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Parallels

Those who cannot remember the past are doomed to repeat it – George Santayana 1918                                       2020 Pandemic                            Pandemic War                                        Unrest Suffrage                               Suffering  

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Pink

Blank heavy bond papers bound with spirals to keep them collected A box of twenty-four colors – most of them still unused A young, very young, imagination “Draw with me” Doughnuts with sprinkles Fairies with wings Unicorns with rainbows Elephants … Continue reading

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Gracie

The wetness of her black nose and The warmth of her brown eyes Tells me she is fine and Challenges me to deserve her trust

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Privilege

I try to live in peace Acknowledging the privilege I inherited by the color of my skin. My faith asks me to do to others as I would expect them to do to me. I work hard on this. Every day. … Continue reading

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For better or worse

Sheltered together After thirty-seven years Is challenge to truth

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3 North

Elaine sits stoically at the chipped pentagon shaped table in 3 North. One floor above, in 4 North, her daughter paces a walkway – also chipped. Astonishingly, her mother is also here – in a brick and mortar wing reserved … Continue reading

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Virus Verse

Alone I continue to be in self-quarantine, nothing more to do than some verses glean. Using the words neglected thus far, I hope to pen a poem that raises the bar. Last night in the wee morning hour I penned … Continue reading

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Fall Leaves

Leaves explode from tires Like shot from a 12-gauge gun Scatter the pavement

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Under the Bridge

Ensconced under the bridge in makeshift shelters of salvaged rusty metal like rolling stones that gather no moss No roots Free Careless Avoiding responsibility Nearby moss appears as an innovator attached to buttresses supporting the weight of the world above … Continue reading

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