Blow Me Down

Restless travelers, Summer winds whistle and whip, Westward journey ends. I may be going a little crazy with the ocean scenes and birds lately, but the gulls in this image were screaming the word “whip” to me. Can you here them? Anyway, we’re in the middle of a heat wave here, so anything that resembles […]

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Say what?

The dictionary is my friend, I’m never without meaning. The thesaurus is a wizard, Turns “picking” into “gleaning.” And when I’m feeling feisty, Schmutzwortsuche’s how I play it. I’m never at a loss for words, I just don’t know how to say it. Word of the Day Challenge: Schmutzwortsuche (shmootz-VOHRT-zoo-che)Verb: Looking up rude words in […]

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Imperfections

Aging ivory goddess,  Edges decomposed,  Perfect imperfections,  Unguarded and exposed. Vulnerable and brittle, Beauty fades to rust, Love remains eternal, Body returns to dust. I’m getting to that age. The age when you realize that your petals are falling. Ha! Or the structure is weakening. I’m not fretting over it though… I’m seriously embracing every […]

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Fragments

As wings touch the sky, Fragments of eternity, Scatter ‘cross the sea. I have to admit that I’ve already visited my thesaurus twice today. Don’t ask me why I feel the need to confess this… it just feels right. Plus it explains why my haiku—written for Ronovan Write Haiku Challenge: Meet & Part —contains neither […]

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In the Beginning

Let’s start anew! After 3 years and 10 months of being on this blog, and while suffering from COVID-itis (also known as having extra time and trying to make good use of it), I’ve decided… WHAT THE HECK, let’s go back to the beginning. Something I’ve realized is that our stories get old. They become […]

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Lucky Horseshoes

PART TWO. “It’s time for bed you two.” Aurora shouted from the kitchen. “Five more minutes.” Davey said, making a face as he pulled the covers up over his head.  “Please mom,” Ethan pleaded, “Grandpa’s telling us a story.”  Aurora was smiling at the doorway now, drying her hands and nodding permission. “OK, but lights […]

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Lucky Horseshoes

A SHORT STORY, PART ONE. The old man started coming around the day that Billy Clyde knocked me out. It was the end of third grade, right before summer break. School let out early and it was too muggy to take the bus. Burt, the driver, always sweat real bad and on days like this, […]

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Pigeon Play

Aristocratic urbanite,  Invisible ruler of the air, City dwellers and sophisticates, Ne’er concede that you are there. Peristeronic transient,  Lurking in the shadows,  ‘Neath the underpass. An epicurean scavenger, Devouring feasts, Foraged from the mass. Metaphoric peregrine, Prophetic symbol,  Sent from above. Your ancient meaning,  Oft misconstrued, Luminous messenger, Of luck . . . And […]

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CoLoReVolvE

It’s official. The world revolves. Or is it evolves? For the last four and one-half months, I can literally use my fingers to count the number of times I’ve left the house to do something fun, interesting, or worthwhile. It wasn’t until the past month or so that the situation started to affect my mental […]

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Dangerous Lies

Secrets encrypted, Lies decoded and exposed, Message self-destructs. Well that was an interesting prompt! And I may have just summed up 2020. So far. What is real, and what is fake? It’s so hard to say, but—as the haiku alludes—don’t look to the media for answers. As you will see in the credits below, the […]

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Love’s Poetry

Nuances. The rhythm slows, Lights flicker, A room once bright, Is now dimly lit. Hearts ache, Bittersweet, The pieces laid out,  Never seem to fit. The clock races, Time stands still, A story ends, But will never quit. Weekend Writing Challenge: NuanceWord Count: 38 Image by Myriam Zilles from Pixabay

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Self-Talk

Stop all the babbling,You big baboon. Just shut up…And kiss me you fool. A humorous reminder to talk nice to yourself today… Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Chimpanzee & Kiss Image by Andre Mouton from Pixabay

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Free at Sea

Day after day, He drenched her with love, And she was nothing but cavalier. He tried and he tried, But to no avail, Until his breaking point was near. She woke one day, To find he had gone, She had driven him from his turf. He stood and he stared, As the waves crashed down, […]

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Chiseled Thoughts

Positivity, Thoughts chiseled with good intent, Like an open book. Greetings everyone! I’ve been experimenting with some techniques to create some new forms of visual communication. I was inspired after looking at graffiti and wall murals, and I started wondering what it is that I love about them so much. I think that, for the […]

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I Choose Peace

Image by Patou Ricard from Pixabay I’ve been hemming and hawing for weeks (or months), the pendulum swaying back and forth; from feeling as though it’s my responsibility (as a human being) to talk (or keep talking) about current events—to the polar opposite—thinking that it’s the last thing I should even consider. It’s been harder […]

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The 70’s to Today

A Life in Rap Gallivanting, and Bar hopping. Living it up, and  Hotel bopping. Race with the Joneses, Some name dropping. A 401K, and Wife swapping? Dieting fads, and Pill popping. Sucking it up, with Sugar free topping. Trade bra for a mask,  Boobs flopping. Zoom meditation, and Online shopping. Word Count: 46 Weekend Writing […]

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Shelter in Place

Storm intermission, Seductress teases through glass, Fragile barricade. Greetings everyone! My new PC is finally here, and I am back in action with Photoshop—and a few other new and exciting programs to get creative with. I’m feeling things out tonight, and I thought this somewhat serene image would go well with Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: […]

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Red Solo Cup

Country songs, red solo cup— Metaphors for simpler things. Faded Glory, holding tight— To the memories that they bring. I wanted to try something creative tonight. I’ve had a couple of long days and it’s nice to take a pause, and stop (over) thinking. I took this photograph at a country music festival some time […]

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Late Night Fiction #7

Franky with a “Y” For anyone just joining, this is an ongoing short story that I’m having some fun with. Previous scenes can be found HERE, if you’d like to read them. This scene won’t make much sense if you don’t, but you could certainly give it a whirl. I hope you enjoy! SCENE SIX Noah’s […]

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Late Night Fiction #6

Franky with a “Y” For anyone just joining, this is an ongoing short story (that is slowly becoming long-er). It was written in my Creative Writing class a year ago, and I’m sharing (and editing) it now… just for fun. Scenes One through Four can be found HERE, in case you’d like to read them. […]

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Late Night Fiction #5

The beginning of this short story, which spans across several posts, has now been pieced together on one page. Scenes One, Two and Three can be read HERE. I’ll be adding the new scenes as well—once I’ve worked out any kinks—so by the time you read this the page may include this portion too. I […]

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Singing Lessons

LEARN TO SING, EVEN IF YOU CAN’T CARRY A TUNE! Weekend Writing Prompt #155: Tune (10 Words) —A Little Weekend Humor— Happy Saturday! Photo by Andrea Piacquadio from Pexels (text added by me)

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Late Night Fiction #4

I’m including a table of links to hold this story together. Continuing on from night #3 Asher turned to see the woman standing at the doorway, and then his eyes darted away. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. Her delicate frame was wrapped inside of his blanket, and the bottom swept across the floor […]

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Yes, Yes, Yes!

Yes to the rhythm, Yes to the beat, If you can’t stand the fire, Then get out of the heat! Yes to the lyrics, Yes to the tune, Swing to the melody, And dance to the moon! This is a celebratory piece for sure. I was procrastinating a term paper in comparative religion, and the […]

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Late Night Fiction #3

Chapter One Continued Asher stood frozen as questions flooded his mind. Was he going mad? Was it a dream? He pinched himself hard and yelped. Shards of glass crunched under his feet as his body shifted. With his eyes still glued to the window, he sidestepped to the broom closet. Suddenly something moved outside. It […]

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Late Night Fiction #2

Franky with a “Y” Continuing on with last night’s story… Chapter One: Scene Two Months later, and miles away, Asher struggled to assemble his router. He was ready to break his silence. He needed to make contact with someone, anyone, but who could he trust? Who would even believe him? The lights blinked as the […]

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