“So,” the old grandfather said, and the children bent near him. Even that word begins a fable. In response to the Word of the Day Challenge fabulous.
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The Tithe, Haiku 12-8-2019
Wide sky, sunfull, brisking air! from thicket sparrows chittering, water glint. One dime enough? In response to the Ragtag Community prompt charitable.
The Branding
The way Jody decorated for Christmas is she took a couple of horseshoes and hung them over the doors. She arranged them to suit her moods and tastes, which usually changed a couple of times in the four or five days between their first placement and their removal. On this particular day in late December, … Continue reading The Branding
Haiku 12-5-19-2
“How early light goes,” he thought. A nurse comes and goes. Snow rattles on the window. Posted in response to the Word of the Day challenge, twilight.
Lavatory 6-5-19
At the mirror adjusts tie, shrugs coat, nods. Mop-man, wrinkles nose. Posted in response to the One Daily Prompt ostentatiotious. This poem is also inspired by a Japanese painting I found a long time ago, but have not been able to find to hang on my wall to remind me we all are made of … Continue reading Lavatory 6-5-19
Haiku 12-4-19
He sees God’s hand, the way grasses lean north. She knows: autumn wind. Posted in response to the Ragtag Community Daily Prompt enchanted and the One Daily Prompt prediliection
Managing Dinner at Larson’s
“All I know is he’s an engineer.” Dell said. He was a thick, sprawling man whose hair was beginning to gray. They (Dell, Kit, Amber and Dee) were on the way to a dinner with Larson, a colleague from work, and Dell was driving. He leaned over the steering wheel. He was seriously wondering how … Continue reading Managing Dinner at Larson’s
Winter is Here
Winter is here, but it isn’t on the Cape, hot and clear seventy-two with patches of sun, no snow, the seagulls from Seattle have moved in and settled to share the festivities of krill with wayward penguins sunbathing on the beach. Winter is here; but not on the Cape of Horn, forties and fifties with … Continue reading Winter is Here
Facing the Day
Coffee eyes watch over dark snow for the languid unlidding of the sun
On His Belly Shall He Go
Danny Ossuress was a slitherer. He slunk into the party, gliding around the cracked-ajar door, and slipped along the walls, to the punch bowl. He ran his pink little tongue around his lips and dipped a sip of the sauce into a plastic cup. Then his eyes guided his head with cold blooded precision around … Continue reading On His Belly Shall He Go
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