Haiku & Other Poetry, My Random Thoughts and Misc Ramblings

Spinning Chaos

Rising wall of blue Chaos spins from his still eye Exodus denied Thanks to Susi at I Write Her for a great photo challenge. I live in Florida, so obviously Dorian has been on my mind for the last week. Feel free to interpret this piece as a statement on that bitch! Thankfully, we got off pretty… Continue reading Spinning Chaos

Haiku & Other Poetry

Harmonic Echoes

feeling gratitude for harmonic convergence and tranquil echoes In the current world context in which everything SUCKS, I’m trying to practice gratitude. I’m not very good at it! Thanks to Sue and Ronovan for (at least) reminding me to try! Sue's Write Photo Challenge Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge

Haiku & Other Poetry

bones of our past

to defy ennui a message in a bottle washed ashore today bearing the bones of our past as starkly bleached harbingers This bleak message was written as a response to the image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay courtesy of the wonderful Colleen's Tanka Tuesday Poetry Photo Challenge. Click for details and other contributions. For some reason, this week's… Continue reading bones of our past

Flash Fiction

TWBB* Strikes Again

Ben was patient. He could wait. No couples or guys. Girls or little kids or moms were best. He could outrun them. His back ached but he’d wait. For the perfect target. SPLAT! Shock. Fear. Relief. Then anger or laughter. Run or bow? That space of unknown. That moment. Perfection. This 280 character tale about… Continue reading TWBB* Strikes Again

Flash Fiction, My Random Thoughts and Misc Ramblings

She Used To Worry

She used to worry. Why was she so unhappy? He gave her everything. Every day his people came. They made sure that every part of her body was taut and sleek and limber. Masseuses and yogis. Stylists and waxers. Doctors and manicurists. Poking and prodding. Smoothing and stretching. Watching. Then they’d go. And she’d be… Continue reading She Used To Worry

Haiku & Other Poetry

When the Moon Beckons

When the moon beckons Let yourself rise in the light Uninhibited Uninhibited Let yourself rise in the light When the moon beckons When the moon beckons Let yourself rise in the light Emancipated Not sure if this is any kind of actual poetic form or just three separate haiku strung together but I like it… Continue reading When the Moon Beckons

Flash Fiction

The End: Metaphor or Simile?

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?