Time has lost all meaning. Had it been one year? Twenty years? One hundred? More? She had stopped trying to count the days long ago. But she had believed--really believed--she'd be able to note the seasons. Hoping to mark the years. Imagining she’d be able to picture their faces as time passed. She had wanted… Continue reading Time
Rising from the sea Autumn’s sun turns the sky red as the palm trees sleep Thanks for the inspiration to Frank Tassone's Fall themed haiku challenge and to Travel Talk's Sunrise Challenge.
I am thrilled that once again Freya has chosen some of my work for her haiku challenge. Our inspiration was Elisa Choi Ang's beautiful Dancing Goddess painting. Please give it read (as well as the other chosen works) Pure Haiku
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… Continue reading Monday’s Child
Three days. It had been three days since they delivered the box. Technically, three days, four hours, and 37 minutes. But who’s counting. She knew he was there. The gate squeaked. It had been over two weeks since he’d left. Technically 15 days, three hours, and 22 minutes. But who’s counting. Or 14 days, 21… Continue reading Who’s Counting
no more comic books or picturing his first shave no more sneaking drinks or pretending not to hear two ten main street is no more Thanks to Fandango for the thought-provoking photo. It reminded me of the sad Covid-19 reality that some things may never come back. Not sure why my mind went to barbershops, but… Continue reading his first barber
“That’s effing awesome!” “Language.” “But ma. The diner car is up in the air.” Resisting the temptation to go easy, she suppressed a smile. “Don’t ‘but ma’ me young man. I’m tired and you know your dad doesn’t have any patience for your stories. Get your book. It’s math time.” “But ma!” “No buts!… Continue reading Day Three
memories held tight ‘til like a viper they rise unfurling like smoke I’ve been largely AWOL this past month for various reasons but I’m trying to reengage, so thanks to the following for inspiring me to do a bit-o-thinking and writing. Shout out to my always favorite haiku challenge at Ronovan Writes and to the MLMM… Continue reading like smoke
Dreaming of freedom. Thoughts of bacon are banished. Steve drifts out to sea. photo by Jakob Owens via Unsplash Thanks to Three Line Tales for this wonderful reason to write this haiku style short tale about pigs (which I love). Short version instructions include Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).… Continue reading Steve the Pig
shimmering and new too luminous to conceal dawn’s first light rises Thanks to Sue and her #writephoto challenge. New day. New hope!