Steve Shilstone

12:49 pm · November 24, 2020

WHEN THE DREAM BROKE #dada #poetry when the dream broke he awoke in purple lush by yellow gush and still his car keys were nowhere to be found pic.twitter.com/hIrk2OI1TH

12:00 pm · November 23, 2020

THE WOLFMAN KWIZ #dada The wolfman is in the process of taking flight from: a. an enraged Deanna Durbin. b. the Lollipop Guild. c. Mrs. Wolfman. d. his arch rival, Penmanship Matters Man. e. all of the above The correct answer is, of course, e. pic.twitter.com/MUmP0nLHl4

8:44 pm · November 22, 2020

4 of 5 stars to The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë goodreads.com/review/show/36…

12:53 pm · November 22, 2020

WAKE UP! pic.twitter.com/VhgBubpNTW

1:22 pm · November 21, 2020

@selfstyledsiren The Umbrellas of Cherbourg wins the uniquely gorgeous title.

12:52 pm · November 21, 2020

GEESES #wordplay 12 young geeselings incommunicado strutted about with concealed bravado these gooselings knew that on their walk they’d be unobserved by some flyby hawk those goslets all went safely home where they planned with pride their next day’s roam

insects. Around here she’s considered to be a lucky charm of sorts.’ # She couldn’t help but notice the pair of knights regarding her with subservient awe. She nodded regally in their direction, then raised her perfect chin to a noble expression of supremacy.

mouth of a cave in the canyon wall. ‘Oh, nothing of any concern,’ said the other, a farmer from the verdant plain spreading out from the mouth of the canyon. ‘It’s only Mad Mag, the Ragged Hag of Oin. She wanders about in rags like that, grinning and posing. She eats bats and

red satin gown. Could her hands be any lovelier? While gazing at their shapely perfection, she thought not. # A pair of travelers moving along the stream flowing through the canyon of Oin paused. ‘What’s that there?’ said one, a stranger from a distant land. He pointed up to the

THE MAGNIFICENT WITCH OF OIN #flashfiction ‘I am so lovely,’ said the Magnificent Witch of Oin. She smiled at her image in the pearl encircled mirror. She shook her head softly side to side to watch her lustrous tresses sway. She sighed at the glorious sheen of her draped red

saved. And where Tamitha lived the birds sang sweetly and the garden grew lovely flowers. pic.twitter.com/mw7laO9CYi

her father’s forge were for Tamitha a comfort. ‘Three,’ said Tamitha. Green flash of cloak, thunder clap, a fiery number 3 raced from the sky at Tamitha and consumed her. The storyteller left. The villagers mourned the lost one, gave thanks for the

with a cackle. ‘One of three Wishes I offer thee, the Wish of Ice, One, the Wish of Wind, Two, and the Wish of Fire is number Three. Choose your story wisely.’ Tamitha thought hard. In icy winter the stream froze. Fields of grain waved wildly in stormy winds. The ember glow at

smile revealed the razor teeth. ‘You?’ asked the storyteller, voice flavored with scorn. It must be said here that Tamitha, the only child standing, was small and thin. ‘Me,’ said Tamitha, arms folded across her chest in defiance. ‘Very well,’ said the storyteller with a

‘Who will answer?’ cried a cracked voice from beyond the village wall. “I will!’ shouted Tamitha in reply. Bony hands, green flash of cloak, drooping cap, withered face, scraggly white hair, these appeared all of a moment on the path at the head of the square. A wide crooked

her try to scare me with some silly story. Ha!’ The huddled children exchanged glances, eyes flaring up with the tiniest flickers of hope. For you see, they all knew about Clever Tamitha and how she was smarter by far than anybody ever had been in the history of Wheatfield.

She had heard about the so called ‘horrible’ storyteller, of course, and now she was eager to see her. ‘Finally,’ she announced to the crouched, huddled together, and quivering children of the village, ‘we get to hear what this scary storyteller woman has to say. I’d like to see

nearby stream, were gathered in the square awaiting the arrival of the storyteller. They were all quietly terrified, never before having experienced a storyteller visit. That is, all save one were terrified. Clever Tamitha, the blacksmith’s daughter, wasn’t the least bit afraid.

square while they themselves hid away in cellars, not making a sound and hardly daring to breathe. And when she left, the villagers would mourn for the lost one, give thanks for the saved. And so one day it happened that the children of Wheatfield, a village serenaded next to a

THE THIRD WISH #fairytale Once during a time of uneasy peace, a storyteller roamed from village to village. This storyteller wore a tattered green cloak and a drooping gray stocking cap. When news of her approach arrived, the elders would send all the children to gather in the

12:05 pm · November 18, 2020

GREMLIN LIMERICK #limerick There once was a gremlin named Bill Who did nothing but sit on a hill ”That’s no way to act!” Cried his sister, Marge Dact But he shrugged, and he’s sitting there still

12:42 pm · November 17, 2020

TIMOTHY BODFELLOW #nonsense #poetry timothy bodfellow went to bed hundreds of earwigs danced on his head timothy bodfellow rose in alarm fled from the inn and returned to the farm he dug in the mud and giggled a lot earwigs victorious, timothy not

12:43 pm · November 16, 2020

DADA MAMA POEM #dada a poem from the pen of edna st. louis missouri: * ides hides destiny rides on antlered foal wind be gentle my fragile soul nickers shyly oh sweet stab

5:06 pm · November 15, 2020

3 of 5 stars to Another City, Not My Own by Dominick Dunne goodreads.com/review/show/36…

1:09 pm · November 15, 2020

THE IGUANA #fable "Who’s who? What’s when? Where’s why?" said the iguana to the tarantula. "Shut up," said the tarantula, and she sank her fangs into the iguana. She dined on iguana haunch off and on for the next few weeks. Moral: Never question a tarantula.

12:49 pm · November 14, 2020

POA TREE #poetry #dada twigged limbs slender sleek, not tender sticky sap leaking perfect for beaking leaves rattle rustle cattle captured hanged tree from tree a lesson for you a lesson for me

12:50 pm · November 13, 2020

MADAME KLUZINSKA #dada When Madame Kluzinska donned her leafy hat, mountains trembled, elephants spun in circles, and the future leapt into the past. When she put her leafy hat away, penguins and most hyenas were confused to a standstill, but the mountains and elephants relaxed.

12:53 pm · November 12, 2020

DOCTOR POLITICIANS EXPLAINED #limerick There once was a politician who used to be a physician. When asked why he changed, he said, ‘I’m deranged, which is why I sought this position.’

11:54 pm · November 11, 2020

@sistercelluloid She's a favorite of mine. So versatile. From Danny Kaye fluff to this to Cagney's moll in White Heat, etc.