Tag Archives: Tales of the Fiction House

No. 84: EYES OF A LIFETIME, A BAYOU POEM

By Raji Singh Farewell to April and another National Poetry Month. And Farewell to Lucius Abel.  That last day with him, his Mama relives every day. *     *      * All is dark. Just one thing she sees – her son’s … Continue reading

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No. 83: THE TALE OF AN EASTER LILY AND A DESERT RESURRECTION IN POETRY AND PROSE

By Raji Singh April is National Poetry Month. For humans it is a time for Easter, Passover, and various human (‘two-leg’) celebrations. Plant, bird, butterfly, and creature (the ‘four-legs’) celebrate, too. They call it Transformation: The Time of the Great … Continue reading

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No. 82: HALF-HUMANS/HALF-BEASTS, A POEM

By Raji Singh April is National Poetry Month.  We at Fiction House Publishing celebrate all types of poetry. From Deep in the Bayou, comes this warning from Turt, our fin-clawed hero in Tales of the Fiction House: Turt’s thoughts are … Continue reading

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FROM THE THRESHOLDS OF HELL

By Raji Singh Rescued alive!! 33 Chilean miners trapped underground for 69 days in 2010. Antonio Banderas, Juliette Binoche, and Lou Diamond Phillips lead a coterie of first-class actors in a new movie portrayal of the harrowing events. It’s titled, … Continue reading

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No. 80: A BAYOU GATOR’S REMINISCE – A LIMERICK

By Raji Singh  Just one of the 1,001 Tales residing for all eternity in the Fiction House. Last Week: An homage to butterfly beauty. This Week:  Their nemesis, the gators… *     *     * See purty buttahfly – see dem flits. … Continue reading

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No. 76: BEST ACTOR AWARD

by Raji Singh     Esteemed resident of the historic Fiction House, Kunta Kinder, is world renowned for his artwork – painting, carving, sculpture.  His dangerous pre-Civil War work as an African-American Abolitionist ‘Conductor’ in the slave states demonstrates his acting … Continue reading

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No. 75: THE LEGEND OF THE SCARLET TONGUED, BLUE MOUTH DEMONS

By Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus ‘Blackjack’ Fiction – a true Fiction.  Typhoon  tears me from my parents.  I alone survive.  I become an orphaned foundling, taken in by new loving parents, Dr. Ben and Indira Singh.  Now, I … Continue reading

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No. 74: VALENTINE, COME WITH ME TO THE KISSING TREE

by Raji Singh Who would ever think? A broken furnace boiler leading to my first real kiss. Oh, there’d been plenty on the cheek – by mother, all the aunties, by my imaginary muses, Rrrose Heather, Mama Lucy, and yech … Continue reading

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No. 73: OLYMPIC GLORY – GOING FOR THE PYRITE

  by Raji Singh A curious letter to the editor appeared in the Moscow Times-Oppressor on May 1, 1895 under this banner headline: ‘BRAMBLE SURFING FOR SUMMER AND FUTURE OLYMPIC WINTER GAMES?’      The query by my great grandmother, Shelva … Continue reading

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No. 71: USE YOUR IMAGINATION TO FIND YOUR PASSION

by Raji Singh I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction.  Typhoon tears me from my parents.  I alone survive.  I become an orphaned foundling, taken in by new loving parents, Dr. Ben and Indira Singh.  Now, … Continue reading

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