Sample Sunday: from Kaleidoscope

The fox and the mole



Let’s rob a bank
Said the fox to the mole
I’ve got mouths to feed
And I’m feeling the need

Ok, said the mole
But you know I can’t see
I can burrow real deep
But I might fall asleep

Well, said the fox
I can offer my cunning
I will find a way inside
And to you I’ll confide

Wake me up said the mole
When you discover this
As I’ve got a hunch
We’re in a credit crunch

So the fox went off thinking
How to rob the bank
And came up with a plan
While eating a cherry flan

Well then, asked the mole
What do you suggest we do
To steal all the money
But not do anything funny?

Aha, said the fox grinning
I’ll tell you what to do
Just burrow under the bank
While I drive up in a tank

Oh, said the mole frowning
I never thought of that
I didn’t know foxes could drive
Have you told this to your wife?


No, we have to keep this secret
Said the fox to the mole
As she’ll have my guts for garters
And that’s just for starters

So off went the fox and mole
To begin their bank robber life –
They rivalled Bonny and Clyde
Living it up, the law they defied



copyright Vickie Johnstone 

Review of Circle City Blues by Susan Wells Bennett

I really enjoyed this book. It was a happy read. I had a feeling I was going to like it when I laughed about three times on the first page and I wasn't disappointed. It is nicely written and travels at a good pace. The people in it are fun and interesting. Mac is a solid central character and you are interested in what happens to him. I couldn't help thinking that some of the other characters could have their own spin-off books too, not mentioning any names! This is a good and funny book to escape into. Perfect for a long, boring train journey as you won't be putting it down. And the ending doesn't disappoint :)

Sample Sunday (22 May 2011)

Sample poem from Kaleidoscope
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We ride in cars

Slow to ride

Our comic days

All drowned in wine

In the stifling heat

We ride in cars

With windows down

Singing to strangers

Who cannot sing

Hold the tune

Against the summer breeze

With the dog’s head bobbing

He laps it up

The speeding cars

And the lingering lights

The ripped out trees

Shouting our sights

We ride in cars

Chase the tyre tracks

From dawn til dusk

We hold our fire back

And we scream and laugh

In the silencing

As the dark draws near

And we pretend to sleep

Keep the fires burning

As the dog nods on

In the piercing light

Of the summer sun


copyright Vickie Johnstone 

Showtime

Flash fiction for a group project with Facebook Book Junkies... 

more details on the project to come....

Title: Showtime

Applause slapped her face as she strode on stage, kickiing her heels with that insouciance they loved. They craved it. She relished the attention. Cue music. Cue song. They roared and she blasted it back, carrying every tune they cried for. She... gave them her life in one hour. And they left satiated. When the lights sank, she stared at the face that had stared back below these lights for so many nights. Reaching up she pulled off the long, red wig. Wiped away the make-up. Said goodbye to the plush furs. He was just plain old Dave again.

 

copyright Vickie Johnstone 

Sample Sunday: from Kaleidoscope

Take flight



I have always wanted to fly

In the yellow-orange glow of the setting sun
An eagle soars above the snarling sea
Where mountains tug against the bluest sky
He woops and sails on the rising draft

A view of the Earth few will ever see
Shadows rise between dots of people
We are so small against the wrath of nature
That rises and falls on the whim of the tide

In the yellow-orange glow of the setting sun
We live our dreams and drown in them
Where the eagle turns and flits and soars
He shows me why my dreams cannot be still

I have always wanted to fly


copyright Vickie Johnstone