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Lynne Bond's Writings

Short Story
Mar.26.2009
  PART I: Discovery Michaela's petite feet, aching from the three-inch black pumps encasing them, created eddies of dust and left perfectly formed imprints on the attic floor, evidence of the room's declining use since her mother had played here as a young child some forty plus years ago.  Sticky, pasty white cobwebs and a settled layer of fine powder covered...
Short Story
Mar.26.2009
       Evelyn’s gloveless hands were raw from the cold as she attempted to hail a cab at the corner of Bleecker and 4th Street that morning.  The temperature must have been somewhere in the low teens.  She wasn’t being sadistic by not wearing any gloves; she just couldn’t bring herself to wear any other gloves but the gloves.  When she had put them on she felt...
Short Story
Mar.26.2009
 Cassandra When her feet hit the floor that morning, she screamed and quickly pulled them back up onto the bed.  The floor was like ice.  She shook her head as she glowered at the radiator in the corner, making feeble attempts to heat the room by clanging loudly and spitting scalding water onto the wall.  She reached down under the bed and pulled out one house...
Short Story
Mar.26.2009
It was a cleansing deluge of biblical proportions. Her clothing clung to her shivering body and pulled her down by the shear weight of the accumulating water. She watched as the rain expelled the offending stains from her body. The deep crimson faded into a pale rust only to collect and concentrate into a pool beneath her, mixing with the drowned earth to form a...
Poem
Mar.26.2009
When she was three, she used to dream of a pair of large, masculine hands throwing her into the air so high she couldn't breath, grasping & clutching for little puffs, hacking and sucking like a dog hanging himself on his own leash, trying too hard, impatient to...
Poem
Mar.26.2009
Once upon a time, on a night long ago… Staring through a 2nd story window that looks down on 3rd Ave., I watched the cars meander by. Awash with fear… awash with exhilaration… I felt a pull from that unknown force that is The Story Teller. So I followed her out into the shadows of the eve lit by streetlights of varying shades -- starlight stone, antiqued amber,...
Poem
Mar.26.2009
Walking home the other night through that snug, smug, snobby slab of affluent similitude, that will remain nameless, in L.A., I passed a vacant tract of virgin earth amidst the overgrown, unnecessary wealth. Bound on all four sides by chain link, rusted in spots, like an ancient chastity belt used for torture, I wanted to climb like I did as a kid, kick off my...
Poem
Mar.26.2009
The body lay lifeless on the shore. Gentle waves lapping at the foot engulfing it, caressing. A hopeful prod from the shock of the ice water, as if to revive, or perhaps apologize. No remnants of the night's anger -- when our most precious Lady, disturbed, enraged, had lashed out. She pulled herself up to her greatest height and frothed volatiley at the mouth....
Poem
Mar.26.2009
through the eyes of the sufferer watch the masses descend with orders to coddle and wash away sin with messages of fire poisoned words to defend mirror images lined up for the kill seeing the thoughts speaking the will destined for greatness on some distant hill the cherubic child all dressed in white tender lips upturned eyes burn with the light she'll kiss you...
Poem
Mar.26.2009
You wanna run You gotta get on home But you can't get out You're in the red-light zone City on fire, hell at your heels If you wanna know how justice feels Put your neck in a noose hold the torch up high This is America Where you're born to die As the trend's increasing And the curfew's got you freaking From the shutters, lenses peaking Is it at you they leer?...