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Metaphor? Simile? Musing as she stared. The future is a swirling suck hole. The future is like a swirling suck hole. Same diff. Either way we’re doomed. Metaphorically tipping her hat to end-times, she cranked Bikini Kill. Drowning out the lie. “Fear not we come in peace.” I clearly am reveling in the dark this… Continue reading The End: Metaphor or Simile?
searching the night sky one pair better than just one alone together Inspiration for this haiku challenge comes from this great illustration: “At the Window” – Juliana Kolesova provided by Susi at I Write Her.
Spiders from Mars. That’s the first thing that came into her head when she saw it. Thinking of Ziggy Stardust made her smile. She’d always loved Bowie. But that thing—whatever that thing was supposed to be—most certainly did not make her smile. The assignment had been simple enough. Create an original art piece for her… Continue reading Star Crossed Lovers & The Spiders from Mars
The probing light didn’t break her desperate silence but it did reveal her silent secret. This 15 word story was inspired by the photo prompt from Ronda Del Boccio courtesy of Rochelle's always fun Friday Fictioners Challenge AND Sammi's challenge to write about "silence' in exactly fifteen words. For me, the photo and the idea of silence seemed a perfect match,… Continue reading Her Silent Secret
Dark seeps through the rift. The creator of days persists Still, the shadows grow. Not feeling particularly hopeful or cheery tonight, but thanks for the inspiration go to Putting My Feet in the Dirt and Sue's #WritePhoto Prompt Check out their sites for other great writing. And as an FYI, the super gloomy shadow shot is mine.
weep for polar bears sacrificed for avarice as truth is denied When I first saw this pic, I thought it was a sad polar bear looking down at the mess we've made. So here's my second contribution. Thanks Sue!
ripples stir the calm as indigo shadows fall rising, she stands guard I think the current craziness of my life is reflected in the direction (away from tranquil!) this haiku traveled! But much thanks to Sue for the photo prompt. It felt good to write a bit of something! ❤
Resolute they wait Imprisoned in time and space Anticipating Thanks to Sue for the photo inspiration. Find details on her #writephoto challenge and other interpretations here.
Mom always hated grandma’s house. She complained constantly. “It’s like living in a funeral parlor. Flowers everywhere and all that ridiculously ugly gold crap. Hideous!” Thankfully. Gran refused to change a thing. Everything was old and kinda tacky but real. That’s what made it special. Her too. She was my safe place. A counter to… Continue reading Keeping it Real
Looky there! Do ya think someone’s sleeping in that wigwam thing? It’s not a wigwam. It’s a tipi. Tee Pee. Wig Wam. Pig Sty. Whatever. Don’t whatever me. They’re not the same thing. Wigwams are curved. And they’re hard to move. Who cares! I do! People are too casual with facts these days. There’s no… Continue reading The Tipi
