Where Did I Lose My Name? #poetry #travel

 

Somewhere between LAX, Charlotte  and Baltimore

I lost my identity

in the airplane engine’s intake

(or in the Starbuck’s line)

I was sucked in

spun about

spit out on a cup

what remains are three letters

that don’t belong to me

I finger them

striving for meaning

squinting for an answer

“L” always a sexy letter

that looks better curvy

saying “linger on my loops”

“I” is almost floating away

in a cloud of after thought

at 30,000 feet

“Z” a backwards s

the sound buzzes through your teeth

rather than hisses

and where am I?

Drowning in remembrance

attached to another name?

or talking in strange tones

after too much helium?

gather up your bags

whoever you are

there is  another leg to life’s journey

regardless of the name

Ever had your name spelled wrong? Been called something else? How do you respond?

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The Possibilities with Time Travel #flashfiction #amwriting

“And there you are” my tour guide said as we stood on a field, in who knows where, facing three doors.

“Really,That’s It?

We only travelled to Paris during the French Revolution where I almost lost my head. (my eyes narrowed)

Stalingrad during the siege of  42 – 43.  I got frost bite (gritting teeth)

Kilimanjaro  was a cheat because we didn’t start at the base. (throws up arms)

What about the blue door?

Intergalactic? No oxygen? A minor technicality. No gravity? We’ll bring the door.  No Starbucks? What kind of second-rate travel agency do you work for anyway????”

And here we are at the beginning of this week’s travel in 100 words through Flash Fiction with our guide Rochelle Wisoff- Fields. Enjoy the journey!