The Bluebird Word

An Online Literary Journal for Poetry and Flash

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My one true love is golden like the sun

25 June 2023 /

Poetry by Riley Davis

My one true love is golden like the sun
With specks of green like the fresh morning grass
Truly, for me you are the only one
That I will want forever in my grasp

I greedily want you all to myself
Since of you, there is not a great bounty
Although you are also selfish yourself
When I’ve had more than my fill, you hurt me

I love you when you are warm and fluffy
As everyone deems you should always be
I love you when you are cold and greasy
For I love you in all states, I decree

You nourish my heart and keep my soul fed
My true love for all of time: garlic bread

Riley Davis‘s eyes were first opened to the world of fiction with Harry Potter when she was eight, and they have not closed since. Although most of her creative work for her college career has been writing for games, she enjoys writing short stories and poems as well.

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The Swinger

29 June 2022 /

Poetry by Carl Hubrick

Although traditions have we many
and technical skills beyond compare,
despite our thoughts and ideas aplenty
stored in computers everywhere,
’tis best at times to just remember,
and to ourselves gently remind,
that following us close in evolution
swings the chimpanzee with his
bare behind.

Carl Hubrick has a Bachelor’s in History and English and post-graduate diplomas in teaching, including teaching the Deaf. He first worked in the television industry as a director and later in teaching. His teenage novel Target for Terror (2008) is still in use in many New Zealand schools today.

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The Package

4 May 2022 /

Microfiction by Kenneth M. Kapp

Bob was a joker with a permanent smile. If asked, he’d answer: “Told myself a joke and it’s a corker.”

Now a widower he lived in a small Milwaukee bungalow. A sign on his mailbox pointed to a milkcrate below: Please leave all packages here. Old and still smiling, he made his final arrangements.

His time was up. His cremains were delivered to his home and left in the milkcrate. A curious neighbor checked and discovered the package he had preaddressed. A cloud enclosed the return address: If unclaimed return to SENDER (a large arrow pointed up).

Kenneth M. Kapp was a Professor of Mathematics, a ceramicist, a welder, an IBMer, and yoga teacher. He lives with his wife and beagle in Wisconsin, writing late at night in his man-cave. He enjoys chamber music and mysteries. He’s a homebrewer and runs whitewater rivers. Visit www.kmkbooks.com.

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