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Poker Tells

What are the odds the purpose of this blog post is to give you the skinny on where you can purchase my latest publication? Dead even, I’d say, and I should know—I’m the one writing it. Yes, it’s the best of times here at the homestead slash writing castle since I am once again able to announce a story I wrote has gone to press. No, not the ironing kind of press, though flash fiction: Poker Farce is a part of an anthology you can dogear, should your taste run to hardcopy, and also download for virtual Kindling if you prefer the PDF format–which any tech-savvy reader will tell you stands for potential digital fire.

Which this journal ison fire. All kidding and kindling aside, I am gobsmacked honored to be included in the 2nd edition of Oddisms, a collection of fabulous weirdness and short stories brought to you by FTB Press. Yes kids, discerning editors dba liked my “once upon” well enough to publish it all the way through “the end”, despite a glaring lack of trolls, breadcrumbs, and distressed damsels in between. More than a play on the hit GaGa song,  Poker Farce bluffs its way through a board game, a ghost story, a hand of 5 Card Draw the likes of which you’ll like plenty.

Or will you? The only way to know is call my bluff, and buy a copy of Oddisms. Available at Amazon and other nearby rainforests, this author keeps company with so many other great authors the stakes are raised exponentially. Authors such as: Poe, Steinbeck , Danielle Steele, and Dear Abby to name a few…or do I? With deuces through one-eyed jacks wild, it’s anyone guess, so book your flight to Brazil today—drop by Amazon, pick up Oddisms, and deal yourself into this winning hand.

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Tastes like Chicken

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dentist

Dr. Hamfist

Damn, he’s good-looking. Twisting cinnamon-flavored floss through his veneers, Dr. Suave’s admiration flicks from his blindingly white teeth to the ripple of sinew in the muscles of his spray-tanned forearms. Rings glint from every one of his fine, slender fingers—healing hands, Mother calls them—and sparkle pin-points of reflected light in the vanity mirror above the spit sink. A cosmetic dentist of the first order, he above most knows the importance of good dental hygiene; particularly for the handsome, as Dr. Suave himself was, and—

bzzz—bzzz

     “They’re waiting for you on 3, Doctor.” a tinny voice chirps from the corner of his fashionably upturned lab jacket. He ignores the plastic pager, carefully working the weathered strip through the back set of molars before dropping the string to the floor. Smoothing an errant hair, he smiles at his reflection, locating and pushing the neon green button by feel rather than looking away from the mirror.

“Did you reserve the two o’clock Tee time for me this afternoon at Privileged Putts?” he asks his collar, turning to view his profile from the left.

“Of course, Doctor Sub-Par.” the disembodied voice replies.

“Did you pick up my Armani from the cleaners?” his head swivels to the right.

“It’s been addressed, Dr. Squeaked-By. They’re ready for you on 3.” Dr. Suave frowns for just a moment, Botox preventing this foolishly impulsive expression from marring his visage. The new receptionist would have to work on her ass-kissing skills…

 Charrons Chatter dba Karen Robiscoe

     Intrigued? Wanna drill a lil’ deeper? Get a lil’ gassed? Not to worry. You don’t have to schedule a tooth-scraping appointment to experience all the fun of a trip to the dentist. You do not. Just click the following link

>>> Peachfish Magazine <<<<

to buy the rest of this story, and a cornucopia of others. (Just don’t get the cornucopia in your teeth) That’s right, blo-O-peeps, and peeps of a blog-free nature, my short fiction: Dr. Hamfist has been pressed, polished, published, and placed in waiting web-sites everywhere, or at least the above URL, and is ready for purchase. Available in digital format as well as print, Dr. Hamfist is accompanied by such fine titles as: Someone Else Wrote This One, and Not by Me, and relies on the universal yuks that all root canals bring to mind, while exploring the outer reaches of gum, too.

Yours for the price of a coupla’ lattes, it would mean a LATTE to me if you bought it. It might even afford me a parking pass next trip to tooth doc, and if you buy 2, I could close escrow on that house in the Bahamas.

Dig deep, buy 3, and I promise it will hurt less than an actual trip to Dr. Hamfist.

>>> Peachfish Magazine <<<<

Wordplays for Days!

Karen Robiscoe dba CHARRONs CHATTER

Click any of the banner menu categories to tease your brain & play with words. Scroll further here to get the scoop on where to buy other stuff I wrote.

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Steamticket Journal: A Third Coast Review features villanelle poem: Good Penny (digital/print)

Word Mosaics poetry collection (chapbook) through Fowlpox Press (digital/print)

Bohemia Magazine 12-poem verse sequence Fairy Tale Hive (digital/print)

Scary Story features 3K fiction: Silent Night (digital/print)

Dark Light 3 features flash fiction: Tossed & Found (digital/print)

Postscripts to Darkness III features 3K fiction: What Happens in Vegas (digital/print)

Handful of Dust features poem: Wash Day (free/digital only)

Spectrum Issue CLVIV features poem: Writing Egg Recipes

Spectrum Issue CLVV features poem: New Shoes

 

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