In the Jungle
I am queen
beats for me…
Peter draws a skinny little boy named Tony and puts him in a cell.
Tony is more like his Mother than his Father.
Tony is more like his Mother than his self.
A doll’s eye fades to black.
Tony’s cell is really a nice little house in a forest of pink trees.
These things sometimes happen:
A garden of morning glories never opens.
A dead bee stabs the sole of your foot.
A giant toad leaps on your chest at midnight:
all the months of August in a row.
Rob Goldstein 1985-2019
One orange, one Styrofoam cup, one opened
can of tomato sauce, and, used as a pillow,
one King James Bible.
(c) Rob Goldstein 1984-2019
Each month Diana Wallace Peach issues an image as a prompt at her
blog, Myths of the Mirror. This is my SOC mashup of a response.
Anjana the elephant wanted to know who caused the snow.
He hated snow and wanted it stopped.
In the distance, he saw a house resting lopsided in a baobab tree.
“Is that house crushing my tree?” Anjana muttered to himself.
He lumbered through the snow until he reached the house and peered
A little girl sat cross-legged on the floor with a notebook and pen.
The little girl looked up and smiled at Anjana.
Anjana stepped backward and bowed.
“I am Anjana,” he said.
Trina wrote his name in her notebook.
“Are you a munchkin?” she asked.
Anjana scratched his head with his trunk.
“No, I’m a demigod.”
“I see.” Trina smiled. “If you had fingers you could snap them
and fix my house.”
“I don’t need fingers to fix your house!”
Anjana lifted the house from the tree with his mighty trunk and
set it gently on the ground.
“Oh thank you!” Trina said. “Where am I?”
“Do you have other powers?”
“Well…No. I used to hold up the World, but that was when it was flat.”
“Silly elephant! The World was never flat!”
This annoyed Anjana. “People thought it was flat, so it was flat!”
“That’s a good point!” said Trina.
Then she stood and shook her pen until it stretched and became
“Shall I stop the snow?”
Anjana stared at Trina with wide eyes and slowly shook his head yes.
Trina waved her wand and shouted: “Snowmobilus! Stoppus!”
Anjana looked way from Trina and watched in awe as the snow slowly
When he turned to thank Trina, she and the house were gone, replaced by
seven white mice dressed as elves.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2019
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