Toxic Love

Sugar to the lips, But a bitter aftertaste, Your love is toxic. —JanetHaiku #8 Written for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku: Sugar, Bitter & Word of the Day Challenge: Toxic Honestly, I’ve been playing with this Haiku challenge for longer than I should have. Bitter and sugar were tough… and everything sounded like such a downer. […]

Wool-gathering

—BAD DAY AT SCHOOL It required too much effort; Listening to his speech… Dreaming of tomorrow, Things just out of reach… “Learn anything?” he asked… As I exited the class, “Well…” I answered softly, “These chairs sure hurt my …” —Janet Weekend Writing Prompt #92: Wool-gathering (36 words) Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Anything RDP Saturday: […]

Gratitude Hour

Time can be a little deceptive. It’s been two months since the fall semester ended, and—to be honest—it feels like it’s been a year. I’m grateful for the “down time,” don’t get me wrong, but that old familiar feeling… that it’s time to get moving… has taken hold, and Tuesday can’t come soon enough. It’s […]

Balance

Rain taps the window, Inviting us out to play, Childlike dreams return, Cares melt away in each drop, Balance is being restored. —Janet Written for Your Daily Word Prompt: Inviting, and RDP Tuesday: Balance Rain is like macaroni & cheese to me; it’s my “comfort weather.” The fire goes on, blankets get piled high, and […]

Helter-Skelter

The midnight oil is burning. Scribbled words on shreds of notepaper litter the floor beneath my seat. I let out a yelp as the computer warns of pending doom: “Online storage approaching maximum capacity; purchase upgrade for more space!” Perhaps I shouldn’t write tonight. Shuffling through images from my past, I contemplate long and hard […]

Combined Wishes

Determined lovers, Souls merging into the night, Combining wishes. —Janet Well, this was my first Haiku ever so I hope I did it correctly! That was actually more fun to write than some of the rhymes I’ve concocted. I actually created the image for the word “combine,” by merging two dandelion photographs into one, and […]

Behind my Veil

Do I deceive myself? Does this thin veil protect me, From your copious attempts, To whisk me away into the night, Penetrate my covering, Steal my heart, And leave me vulnerable? Or do I deceive you? Hoping that you’ll instigate the affair, So that I can watch, As you search hopelessly, Allowing you to believe, […]

New Perspectives

Oftentimes I tell the people I meet about my transformation; how much I’ve changed since entering recovery and coming to believe. The way I usually describe it is that all of these changes are internal… they can’t be seen. Well, aside from the fact that you won’t “see” me drinking anymore. Sometimes I refer to […]

My Mind’s Eye

It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else. Erma Bombeck I’ve been feeling off today. I found the above quote when I was looking for inspiration, and it hit the nail smack dab on the head! Sometimes, when I’m working on my writing, photographs, or art, that little obnoxious voice […]

Keep Dreaming

My dreams are vivid, they’re bold and alive. The colors run deep, as they spin and they jive. Often they fade, to black, and to white— Others appear in magnificent light. Sometimes in shadows, or a dark silhouette— They wait as I cling to the fear of regret. One dream can splinter, into two, even […]

The Shack

Far beneath the jagged cliff … Where men are seldom seen, A dilapidated shack … Lies in the dark ravine. Beaten by the fog and mist … Its coverings worn thin, Things were said to go awry… When Enmity moved in. —Janet— Three Things Challenge: Mist, Shack, Cliff Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: Enmity I’m really enjoying […]

The Monsoon

—Photo Memories This photograph was taken when I lived in a mobile home for a few short months, in a town called Catalina… in Arizona. It’s about 20 miles or so from Tucson, and those are the Santa Catalina Mountains in the distance. My best guess is that I took it a little over ten […]

Ghost Town

Facades and foundations are all that remain, Of the city from which her spirit once came. Underneath the dust, and the rubble there lay, Narrow streets lined with gold… least that’s what they say. During one summer, when the moon shone just right, A man’s said to have seen her, There dancing at night. It’s […]