Alena Caranova
Bio
I’ve never shared my work before. So this is brand new for me. I’m hoping that by taking on some of the challenge prompts I can work regularly on developing characters. Maybe even write a few poems, confessions OR add some Potent content.
Stories (5/0)
Intricate Incisions
Impatient in inspired interest. intentional instruction. Isolation insulates industrious invention. Impending ills Indoctrinate identity inscription. Illustrious, incorrigible: ideal incidentals. Increasing ifs illuminate inside immoral isms.
By Alena Caranovaabout a year ago in Poets
Wisdoms to seed.
This movement I feel is so incredibly spiritual. I think often of the wisdoms revealed through life. Wisdoms to seed. Wisdoms to share. A thousand thoughts burst into the light, each vying to break the barrier of encampment. If in divine wisdom we are to take our thoughts captive,
By Alena Caranovaabout a year ago in Poets
A Place I Ain’t Never Been Befo’.
The waters of the Louisiana bayou had warmed enough to bring out quite a crowd. Boats were streamin’ in all mornin’. Oh what a sight it was to see the dock full of raucous customers. The fishin’ guides were packin’ in tourist families. The fisherman were bringin’ in their crews. I could hear the hum of the accordion and harmonica all the way from Pete’s Road. I like to walk to work. Breakin’ a sweat, seems to earn me a few mo’ tips ‘round the bar. The boys around here ain’t lookin’ for no Vanna White. They want somethin’ else. The full truth is what they seek. Authenticity really. So I give ‘em high waisted short shorts and most days I forego a bra altogether. The boys like my slightly nippin’ buds. I lace my brown leather moccasins up to my ankles. That way I can pile high the beaded bangles over the leather folds. I know that each step tinkin’ those beads draws they eyes from my face to the floor. I like givin’ ‘em good reason to admire. Startin’ each shift with a shine on my shoulders and a little sweat on my chest ensures my customers all linger longer. Enjoy the view. That’s what I say. I want ‘em to smile every time I come and then love to watch me go. That keeps ‘em hangin’ in the bar. Salivatin’ ever so slightly as they anticipate my return. And service? Well, that’s my bag. Ms. Beulah say that service is my ‘forte.’ When you come to Beulah’s, I’ll treat you right. Of course your pint will never run dry.
By Alena Caranova3 years ago in Fiction
