Greetings! Another Project 27 poem for you here. Not sure what I’m at by now 😉 Probably more than 27. Today’s poem is named Goalposts.
Here I stand
I can go no further.
Well, literally not, there’s a swamp of mud
between me and the net.
Sweat pouring down my neck
waiting for the ball to roll closer
through the mob of children kicking, shoving,
falling onto the damp grass.
I squint, eyes narrow.
Arms spread, knees shaking, praying
Please don’t shoot
the sweet, terrifying thwack
of a hard kick.
I take the photo.
Out slides the instant film.
A curiosity, attention grabbing, new-fangled thing
“Take my picture!”
Contrasting reds and blues, hues of green
Deep looks into eyes
that you never
What do these snapshots reveal?
What do these brief windows show?
Drawing close to the end
but holding on perhaps
for one more summer day.
Greetings! Here’s Part Eight of the Border. If you’ve missed the first seven parts, I’ve compiled them into one hand post here. To summarize, this short story follows the attempts of two men, one Eastern Roman, one Western Roman, to work together to defeat a barbarian raiding party with a scant amount of men and materials. Things get interesting from there. Enjoy!
About two years (three years!?) ago I started typing up a short story called “the Border.” With the completion of Laurel Emperor, I figured it was a good time to finish up the short story so that I could include it in a future anthology of Romanpunk and Alternate History tales. As I’m working on expanding it now, I figured it would be best to go back and do some brief improvements, before resubmitting it for your enjoyment. So here’s the series so far – Parts 1-7. Be on the look outs for parts 8 – 10 in the next few weeks.