Saturday, May 2, 2020

Poetry in a Time of Hyperbole. By E.F. Schraeder


There’s a right way and a wrong way.
Fold the towels, wash the dishes, cook the dinner, plant the garden, cut the lawn, take a pill, feed the cat, walk the dog, read a book, pay the bills, go to work, go home, take a shower, call in sick, get married, have a child, have two, go shopping, call the parents, pour a drink, pour two.

A Wrong Way   
gets lost, stumbles, asks late questions, worries, finds a tragedy of unexpected gray area answers, gets sloppy, slips on the unimaginable cliff of doubt, forgets, fails, tries, forgets again. Pick that mess up or you’ll never be the same again.

Obey or fight, win or lose. 
Your choice. 

The Right Way or 
the worst ever unprecedented consequences.

Either The Right Way
or not.

Either way 
or not.

Choose.



   




                                                                                             

Schraeder writes poetry and fiction that is  often inspired by not quite real worlds. Schraeder's work has appeared in Strange Horizons,
Pulp Modern, Mystery Weekly Magazine,  Birthing Monsters,
and other journals and anthologies. Author of Ghastly Tales of Gaiety
and Greed (Omnium Gatherum, 2020), E.F. Schraeder is
an admirer of strange wonders and sleights of hand.

      

1 comment:

  1. "asks late questions, worries, finds a tragedy of unexpected grey areas" :-)

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