These are the entries for our Fall Semester Writing Center creative writing contest. The contest only had one rule: the writer must start the piece with the words, “The hand pointed to everything…” We received some short poems, long poems, funny poems, serious pieces and some longer prose pieces. We are thrilled to have received so many quality creative works and hope that our next contest (coming soon) is even more successful!
Sincerely,
Scott Lutz
Vice-Admiral of Creative Endeavors
Monday, March 26, 2007
Good Times by Bob Zordani (FACULTY ENTRY WINNER)
The hand pointed to everything inside
Joe's bulging rear: a dead gerbil, a stack
of Popeye comic books, an entire rack
of antique Irish snooker balls. Joe tried
to deny the x-ray's painful story.
He shook his throbbing head in disbelief
and howled Oh God! He'd never felt such grief
or encountered anything so gory.
If only joe could wrap his mind around
last night's events. He'd had a slough of drinks
at some party and chatted up some minx
who slapped his face and swore her friends would pound
the daylights out of him for words like that.
He told her to stuff it and called her fat.
Joe's bulging rear: a dead gerbil, a stack
of Popeye comic books, an entire rack
of antique Irish snooker balls. Joe tried
to deny the x-ray's painful story.
He shook his throbbing head in disbelief
and howled Oh God! He'd never felt such grief
or encountered anything so gory.
If only joe could wrap his mind around
last night's events. He'd had a slough of drinks
at some party and chatted up some minx
who slapped his face and swore her friends would pound
the daylights out of him for words like that.
He told her to stuff it and called her fat.
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