A Senryū hippopotomon- strosesquippedalio- phobia is crippling
Sesquipedalophobia, or: By any other name
Tag: Fear
Online, or: Oncologist
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
Worst enemy, or: Mostly harmless
A sijo Gleaming through the color of night, A burst pierces dark heavens; On battlefield Earth, humans war, Swept away by fears and greeds; Ruptured, dying, the planet whispers: I... I know who killed me. 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… Continue reading Worst enemy, or: Mostly harmless
To brave the cold
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
By a thread, or: Knife’s edge
A Choka the madman after the madman scares the living daylights out of me the madman's digit hovers over the button while anonymous madmen crack hollow knuckles excited by the prospect of spreading their own madness version two point oh from the skies throughout the Earth Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading By a thread, or: Knife’s edge
From the Hallowed Way
Once the humblest and simplest of the Goddess' disciples, Vera had long been on the upgrade, known far and wide by other acolytes for her unnatural lack of fear. Never once had she oscillated from the Hallowed Way, even when faced with the most challenging of paranormal rituals. She belonged, body, heart and soul, to… Continue reading From the Hallowed Way
In the lights and shadows
In the lights and shadows before the otherworldly giant, fearing battery or worse, Markos rummaged for the medallion with trepidation. The scene exceeded his imagination. "Organization isn't my strength… Quite the opposite…" Accepting his tribute, the giant opened his maw, revealing a cobblestone pathway. “Inner Beauty”Photo by Thomas Barbey This piece of flash fiction was… Continue reading In the lights and shadows
The bridge, or: The voice
A 'Bridges' poem Before me, one way to go; stone spread, long and straight. There, I uncertain linger, hand upon steel gate; An eerie scene. Fir trees dull grey, reflections black, pale bridge ghost white; Feel nary weak breeze waft... chest- straining, tight... 'Tis too serene. Somewhere, time-stopped stillness hints at love and loss; Turn… Continue reading The bridge, or: The voice
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