I’m bought and worn, but
I ain’t no dupe to trick, so
mask on, show up, vote
No one’s coming to save us so we must save ourselves. MASK ON. SHOW UP. VOTE.
Thanks to MindLoveMiserysMenagerie for giving me a forum to vent.
saving ourselves
Category: tutto e niente
Monday’s Child
dawn shines her first light
and Monday’s child, fair of face,
casts her eyes downward
Obviously my little haiku owes a thanks to the unknown writer of this 19th century children’s poem:
Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
Wednesday’s child is full of woe
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
It was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw Fandango’s Monday prompt. Or maybe the second or third. I also thought of the songs “I Don’t Like Mondays” and “Monday, Monday” but I was trying to avoid super depressing stuff. Plus, the adorable monkey photo cinched the deal. I LOVE monkeys. They ARE “fair of face.”
So happy Monday to all. Find a bit of joy today if you can. And thanks also to What Do You See challenge for the wonderful monkey photo and to Ronovan’s Haiku challenge words (eyes and light).
about last night …
Smickering strangers:
A prophesy for shame or
Arbitrary love?
Thanks for the flirty inspiration to Fandango (arbitrary) and to Tales from the Mind (smicker)
And for those of you (like myself) that need to know, one of the the definitions of smicker is “to ogle and smile amorously.” So go forth and SMICKER! You never know were it might lead 😉
Someday I’ll Get There
“Someday I’ll get there.” No one could hear her, but she screamed the words. Trying to drown out the cynical voice in her head.
But that voice always echoed louder: “You’re making a fool of yourself. Just stop. Stop painting. Stop running. Just stop.”
She knew that voice was right. Everyone was gone. Not hiding out in Atlanta. Not waiting for her. Gone. All of them.
Still … she almost had captured his essence. She just needed to finish before she forgot his face. A few more strokes. That’s all. She couldn’t stop. Not now.
“Someday I’ll get there.”
This 99 word bit of optimistic delusion was inspired by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge (photo credit to her as well) with a cynical boost from Fandango’s FOWC and a great opening line from Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
the monkey*
the monkey gazes
adoringly at himself
as they kiss his ass
Views are my own but thanks for the inspiration to Ronovan Writes and his challenge to use chimpanzee (which I subbed in monkey) and kiss in a haiku.
*My apologies to actual monkeys, apes, chimps ….
Cover Illustration by Tim O’Brien for TIME.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 