Tricia Sankey is a Freelance Writer and Editor who enjoys blogging at www.triciasankey.com and tweeting her micropoetry @triciasankey. Her writing can be found on sites such as Red Wolf Journal and 50-Word Stories. #armywife
The day came when human intelligence was captured and tweaked until it fit onto a tiny microchip inserted inside a bird’s brain. The governing lords wanted eyes and ears flying discreetly through the skies, to prevent any uprisings and bear witness to all crimes.
The One that Got Away
She was giving me the brush-off. I could tell by the way she twirled her pasta in loopy waves around her fork. She was biding her time. I smiled. “Tell me what’s wrong, Darling?”
The Last Drop
Parker Manning had a slow side to him. He would sleep the daylight away, snuggled up with his cat inside his father's old, red barn. His father pushed him to get a night job, somewhere with no physical or psychological exams. He eventually got hired driving cabs. One night, Parker asked me to ride along for company. He told me to toss out my fears and ride the wild horses. So I threw on some sweats over the top of my pajamas, and we cruise-controlled it all the way to the airport.
I took a journey through a galaxy not so far away I swam through starry passages
I watched you paint a picture every day, we created art that summer. The slow curve of your hand and tilt of your head
One Last Story
You stood outside the 7-Eleven, back when we were ten. My skin felt dry and tight, I itched my palms, you wiped the dirt from your knees. 1
you punctured my husk and like popcorn / I burst accordion groans / sequestered sighs picture the hourglass sideways / unsynced