Archive | June, 2010

Bluebeard Petroleum

8 Jun

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January 2002

In the day’s last light I watch a birthing,
life delivered in tremors, groans, contractions.
Molten streams spilled down obsidian thighs.
Steam plumes blanketed the harbor basin,
fingers curling up to catch new life in cupped hands.
Mother earth giving birth to herself.

April 2010

Night over the gulf delivers a fireball, explosion, tremors —
this basin a cradle for death.
A black plume rises, jetting thick and fast as a severed artery,
the fountain of our shame.
Appointed caretakers wring their hands and bicker
like siblings trying to pass off responsibility for a senile parent.
Will our minds prove nimble enough to save us from our ingenuity?

June 2010

In flickering light, on monitors around the world,
cameras deliver live feed.
Our dark side wells up,
as unstaunchable as Bluebeard’s key,
a spreading stain that can’t be covered with lies,
or washed clean in the spin cycle —
mother earth bleeding out.

Oiled Bird on Flickr – Photo Sharing!

Forgive us Mother, we know not what we do.

Nara Malone 2010

This was written in response to this week’s Carry On Tuesday prompt. See what other participants wrote here.



5 Jun

The Arches Glasgow on Flickr – Photo Sharing!

Corporations are a virtuality, that is, they exist, somewhere on the scale between the real and the virtual. If you’ve ever tried to get past a robotic phone system to solve a problem, you know it’s not possible to have a conversation with one. Like vampires, they are made from human parts, but have superhuman powers. They are born and they die, but you can’t shoot one. Once they have their teeth in your life, it’s hard to tear free.

Sarai chewed her lip and considered the closing of her paper. Maybe it was the
ghost of Bond’s tongue between her legs, but the parallels that had started with Krush
in the dungeon had expanded. Her relationship with Bond was a virtuality, moving between their real-world contact and the virtual world that kept them linked when he traveled. Pretend with real impact. How dangerous were the games they played? How
real did she want it?

Corporate bureaucracies feed on unquestioning service. Like hungry demons, they can seduce us, own us, and suck us dry. Or like good parents, they can shelter, protect, give us safe space and resources to grow. Either can addict. Good or bad they have their beginnings in our longings and their existence in what we allow them to become.

She sat back again, blinking at what she’d written. Uneasy. At least the paper was
done. She attached it in an email and sent it off to her professor before she lost her nerve
and deleted it. This wasn’t the glowing, cheer-for-the-team piece she was supposed to turn in. Her GPA would suffer. She hesitated over the idea of sending it to Bond. He would know she was talking about more than corporate power games. She closed her eyes and hit send, because she needed something real, needed his reaction.

From The Dungeon Gourmet by Nara Malone

I posted this excerpt as part of the Weekend Writer’s Retreat. See what other participants contributed.

How-to manual for finding a perfectly pluckable peach

4 Jun

Jackie Martinez #20883 on Flickr – Photo Sharing!

The good peach should have some weight, a heft in your hand. She should fill your fingers. Now, exert a light tension with the pads of your fingers on the skin, a tugging apart, fingers and thumb pulling in opposite directions, just so. If she’s ready, the skin will part to reveal glistening, succulent flesh.

~Le Marquis de Bond

From The Dungeon Gourmet, by Nara Malone

This is posted as part of G-Man’s Friday Flash 55. See what other participants posted here.

I’ve been so busy writing there’s been no time to blog lately. It’s almost peach season, so I thought I’d take a minute and share a possibly useful, if fictional, peach picking technique from one of my characters. Bond really was talking about peaches. What he had on his mind…that’s another matter.