Tag: pigs

Flash Fiction, Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Steve the Pig

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Dreaming of freedom.

Thoughts of bacon are banished.   

Steve drifts out to sea.

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photo by Jakob Owens via Unsplash

Thanks to Three Line Tales for this wonderful reason to write this haiku style short tale about pigs (which I love).

Short version instructions include

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

Haiku to Pork: The Pig Abides

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Yesterday was National Haiku Day. I missed it. Missing it sucks because I love a good haiku. I’m not saying that I write good haikus, but I do like to write them. Because it’s my blog, I get to do what I want so I’m giving myself a mulligan. I think that’s a thing, a mulligan, like a do-over. Right? So in honor of National Haiku Day, I give you…

“Haiku to Pork: The Pig Abides in Four Parts”

#1

Sadly, A Day Late

But Love for the Pig Abides

So, Haiku to Pork

#2

Pig in the Window

Ponders a life as bacon

Puts on a condom

#3

Pig in the window

Contemplates possible paths

Picks life as a ham

#4

The pig in the door

Disturbs the children at play

What’s for dinner? Pork.

 

Flash Fiction, Haiku & Other Poetry, Random Rants, tutto e niente

A Fable for Our Times: A Girl and the Pig in the Window

Tina Stewart Brakebill

I started writing this over a year ago. (I believe it was in the week or two after his election.) I got stuck in the middle and put it aside because I didn’t know how to finish it. Then we moved and it got forgotten until this week when I was cleaning out some old drop box files. This time the end seemed to write itself.  It’s an odd little poem / not poem but I like it. Maybe you will too.

A Fable for Our Times: A Girl and the Pig in the Window

One day the girl passed by a pig in the window.

The pig snorted and panted and wriggled as he stared through the glass and just as she passed he yelled: you’ve got a nice ass.

The girl thought to herself: why does that pig make those noises when I pass by his window? And why do I feel like I must let it pass?

Another day the girl passed by a pig in the window.

The pig snorted and panted and wriggled as he stared through the glass and just as she passed he yelled: you’d be pretty if only you’d smile!

The girl thought to herself: why does that pig make those noises when I pass by his window? And why do his words make feel so dirty and vile?

Another week the girl passed by a pig in the window.

The pig snorted and panted and wriggled as he stared through the glass and just as she passed he yelled: What the hell bitch – think you’re too good to even get a hello!

The girl thought to herself: why does the pig make those noises when I pass by his window? And why do I feel like I can’t just yell NO?

Another month the girl passed by a pig in the window.

The pig snorted and panted and wriggled as he stared through the glass and just as she passed he yelled: Fuck you! You’re a fat ugly cunt!

The girl thought to herself: why does the pig make those noises when I pass by his window? And I wonder, am I alone as I contend with his grunt?

Another year the girl passed by the pig in the window.

The pig snorted and panted and wriggled as he stared through the glass and just as she passed he yelled: I’m sorry you’re upset. You misunderstand. I’m really a nice guy.

But this time the girl brought sisters-in-arms and they all carried signs. #MeToo and #YesAllPigs and #TimesUpForYourKind. She no longer just thought to herself. Or felt all alone. Instead she exclaimed out loud to the world: Your time is over! All pigs must fry!

And as they passed by, for the first time in years, she walked with confidence and held her head high.