Free from care. Carefree. A cosmic joke or the truth? Only time will tell. Thanks to Sammi for an interesting prompt. Not sure my deep thoughts translated into a great 14 word haiku but I enjoyed the challenge.
I aimless and sleepy you idle the day away gathering wool thoughts II wool-gathering thoughts to spin daydreams for blankets indulging your mind III to indulge your mind and gather woolly respite will sustain your soul This 36 word ode to the awesomeness of idle thought is inspired by Sammi's weekend challenge to share our thoughts on… Continue reading Wool-Gathering in Three Parts or an Affirmation on Day Dreaming
Favorite Doctor? Converse high tops or bow ties? Bad Wolf or the Impossible Girl? Furrowed brows or wibbly wobbly time? Fantastic, Allons-y, or Geronimo? Sonic screwdriver or Sonic sunglasses? Still not a Ginger or I don’t want to go. WINNER! Linda's JusJuJan SoCS Challenge to write about television made me think of my favorite show (Doctor… Continue reading Doctor Who Fan Girl
She sat on the breakwater and hoped the sound of the waves would soothe her. His words hadn’t. “In between the clover and the dampened earth.” That’s how the minister described it. Sounded poetic. Nicer than “here’s where we buried her body.” But that was reality. Ma was dead. And no pretty words were going… Continue reading The Breakwater
as dark becomes dawn day reveals a new promise brilliantly composed Thanks to Sammi Scribbles (illumination) and With Real Toads (seizing the day)
She blinked at her reflection. Was she destined to always be cast in the role of “mother”? Hell she thought. Let’s rock-n-roll. Chopping as she stared at her old eyes under the new fringe. (34 words exactly) The Battle of the Bang. I know it well! I've spent a life time chopping and growing and… Continue reading Old Eyes New Fringe
The year I was five my grandfather left the house every day before dawn. My mom would pack his green cooler with food. He’d put on his boots, grab his yellow bag of tools, and then head out the door with his guide dog Bud and a cheery “Going to guard the castle.” Every day… Continue reading The Year I Was Five