Haiku & Other Poetry, My Random Thoughts and Misc Ramblings

Pondering Happiness

happiness unfound awake, we dream of the day when dawn returns joy Questions that occur to me as I ponder happiness: Can happiness be “unfound”? And if it can, does that mean it’s been lost or just remains unknown? Is ignorance really bliss? Is happy is as happy does? And is there really such a… Continue reading Pondering Happiness

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