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!
in silence he waits his heart captured by her love faithful till the end It wasn’t my intention to double up prompts for this challenge but both images conjured similar feelings for me. As if they are two warriors on opposite sides of a battle, patiently waiting for that moment when they're released from their… Continue reading he waits
golden eyes glimmer holding sway, their gaze pierces penetrating me Thanks to Susi at I Write Her for her great photo inspiration.
Reposting in honor of Fandango's Friday Flashback . Sadly, just as relevant today. Deniers imagine the world not an abstract perception melting as we klatch Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Art Universe @ Instagram. And for today's FOWC with Fandango