sitting at a faux wood desk
barely big enough to
accommodate my frame
crossing out colors on the
bossy art instruction sheet
replacing them with
my own swatches of fantasy
retrieved each corresponding
waxy pigment stick
childish styluses of wonderment
color-by-color
I filled in the matrix
to my own inscrutable ends
the others lost in a Crayola haze
gasps and giggles of palpable excitement
gazing into my rainbow magic eye puzzle
a whirlpool of color
slowly revealing a hidden image
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
By K.B. Silver Exclusive • 7 days ago
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
Comments (3)
This imagery is stunning! It’s giving me major coloring vibes—especially in those dreamy purple and blue hues.
I love your imagery here! It also really makes me want to do some colouring in purple 💜 💙
Coloring everyday a little, makes me happy.