Quit staring at me! You’re starting to give me a complex! Don’t blame me if people are looking at you. What do you expect!? I expect people to mind their own damn business! But seriously Sue, what’s with the monkey face? These 41 words of sheer fictional genius (ha ha) were inspired by Sammi's Scribbles challenge… Continue reading talking to the monkey in the mirror
the valley hidden we laugh as we reach the peak denying our fate Thanks for the inspiration to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
Her, barely breathing And him, heart barely beating Become them, barely Thanks for the great inspiration Word of the Day Challenge
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
Enflamed and engorged My heart beats a bloody red Echoing desires For the delights of lost nights Or the release of found days This Tanka was inspired by two separate challenges. First, I love the phrase “echoing desires,” which was our challenge phrase from Putting My Feet in the Dirt. Secondly, Reena’s… Continue reading Desires: Lost or Found
Capture the moment: The calm between the beats bestows beauty too Working on appreciating the "now." Thanks for the inspiration. Written for the Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge. Our words were quiet (for which I substituted "calm") and beauty.
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.
What would he say when he saw them? Sparkly and pink, they matched her t-shirt and her lip gloss. Or would have, if she’d been brave enough to wear lip gloss. Baby steps. That’s her plan. Painted nails today. Maybe painted lips next week. What was she so afraid of? She needed to live her… Continue reading Born This Way
taste my bleeding heart its sweetness drowned in fury battered by the fight In the words of the fabulous Dixie Chicks I'm Not Ready to Make Nice so (try as I might) not even the word prompts of sweet/heart could quell my rage. But thanks for trying Ronovan Writes.
the battle goes on but we've already lost as bullets rain down This month marks the the anniversary of the Kent State and Jackson State killings. This week, another shooter shot up another campus and the week before that another shooter shot up ... and so on and so on.... Plus, I live in Florida… Continue reading Already Lost