Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Yesterday, Pure Haiku posted another one of my pieces. It may be (a bit?) dark, but I’m (a bit!) happy and proud.
It’s a great site if you dig haiku as much as I do! So check them (and my little piece) out by clicking here: Pure Haiku
Dropping to My Knees
To Sow Seeds of Solitude
The Dry Earth Makes Way
Writing Inspired By FOWC and Scotts Daily Prompt and Putting My Feet in the Dirt
Once upon a pumpkin
The harsh weight of the blade fell
Oh! Jack O’ Lantern!
Whimpered the zucchini squash
Am I to be the next slice!
Halloweeeen! inspiration from dversepoets and FOWC
I haven’t felt much like writing the last few days. Too much … too much sadness and badness and hopelessness. No doubt that’s why when I WAS inspired to write today, it’s a bit dark. Doubly dark. So it’s a two for one today: flash fiction AND a haiku.
PART ONE: FLASH FICTION
It had always bugged me. That door. It wasn’t in the center! And that blue pane. It wasn’t in the center of the door! Day after day I passed by. Trying not to let it eat at my brain. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. Mother had told me (over and over and over again) that I was being obsessive. Then she’d nag me about my pills. I didn’t think she needed to know. I was on strike. No more pills for me. They made me docile. But without them, I could march up to that door. And demand to know! But now I stare at that blue pane from the other side. Hunger gnawing at my brain. And I wonder. Was it ever really off center? Or was it me?
PART TWO: HAIKU
words strike the blue pane
hunger gnawing at my brain
opening the void
131 words FLASH FICTION written for FFfAW
Photo Credit to Jade M. Wong
Further inspiration from FOWC
And with RonovanWrites
my broken heart bleeds
flowing red where once it throbbed
a drum’s waning beat
Word of the day (heart) courtesy of FOWC
Tina Stewart Brakebill 