An Arkquain Swirl our fateful first meeting rewrote our lives circumstances were such that I was privileged; the first of your parents to meet you in person; my distraction was due to concern for Mama's well-being after your birth; so, that privilege was totally lost on me~ I was wondering whether we were two or… Continue reading Fateful, or: Not this
A sijo good friends, wine, conversation, roses; a lovely gathering; forgoing birthday presents, she'd asked for donations to Ukraine; her sad smile hinted at heartache; her mind away at war Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables. Each line contains a… Continue reading Guns, or: Roses
A haibun A WordPress friend informed me last night that she has been diagnosed with ovarian cancer, which has spread. Her oncologist will give her a surgery date on Tuesday. Subsequent treatment (chemo, radiation, etc.) will be determined after the surgery. She is in a state of fear and disbelief, and as she wrote to… Continue reading Online, or: Oncologist
There is a chill air surrounding those who are down in the world, and people are glad to get away from them, as from a cold room. -George Eliot (1819 – 1880) The quote I've selected for this week's WQW encapsulates something that we all know to be true; and if we're honest with ourselves,… Continue reading To brave the cold
Jackie was no expert on birds, but the tiny, timorous creature by the foot of the tree looked spare and pitiful; its palpable distress gave the child a case of the collywobbles. Tenderly, the schoolgirl leaned down and scooped the bird up in the palm of her hand and looked at it carefully. Perhaps it… Continue reading A case of the collywobbles
An 'Amanda's Pinch' poem Her daughter, a doctor, stays always by her side. A collapsed lung has landed her at hospital. Please, let it be pneumonia, we pray, Though cancer consumes her body. Though cancer consumes her body, My aunt cherishes every single day. Her will's not been whittled, not even a little, Constantly fighting… Continue reading Cancer consumes, or: Clear-eyed
Tjandamurra had caught the avian in Coastal Mambakoort for cremation. Supposedly, black swan ash was advantageous for 'omen-seeing', which he'd neoterized. Expecting tragedy, Jedda absconded with her new friend. This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #226; Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'abscond'; Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'ash'; Word of the… Continue reading Black swan ash
An American sentence: An old man lies on a bench, hand stretched out, cupping a pile of loose change. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17… Continue reading Loose change, or: Nothing changes
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