A case of the collywobbles

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

Subtle airy chill, or: Nipples poke fabric

A 'Troiku' subtle airy chill her bare midriff draws glances taut muscles pull leash subtle airy chill drifts through my half-closed window rosy cheeks outside midriff draws glances tiny goosebumps on tanned skin nipples poke fabric taut muscles pull leash fastened to small dog's jacket oh- Autumn's arrived #TankaTuesday For Tanka Tuesday, hosted by Colleen… Continue reading Subtle airy chill, or: Nipples poke fabric

Proud as a peacock, or: In fine feather

A limerick Proud as a peacock, Birdie puffed out her chest. For her little chickies, she'd have only the best! Regardless the weather, She'd keep herself in fine feather; So, her human pet would feather their nest. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #148 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration… Continue reading Proud as a peacock, or: In fine feather

Eyes shining with laughter

Cassie wasn't worried; the pup always found his way home, as if he'd been equipped with broadband. Rex would return, eyes shining with laughter, carrying some stranger's property in his mouth. This piece of flash fiction was written in response to: The Sunday Muse #218;Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: 'broadband';Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: 'shine';Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing… Continue reading Eyes shining with laughter

Fields, or: Dreams

Poetry Partners #48 A senryū by Beka Tucker of 'bekatucker' Greyhound, sleek and fast. Sleep on my couch, safe and home. Adopted and ours. Beka Tucker: https://bekatucker.com/ A Cleave poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ (in the form of two senryū) greyhound, sleek and fast, delicate Bella,sleep on my couch, safe and home,running… Continue reading Fields, or: Dreams

Could you water the roses for me

The weathered old man sauntered slowly, painfully, as the kitten peered through the cracked window. He pushed open the rickety door, approaching the creature with a wry grin. "I'm dying, Sparky; I can tell... So goes the last human!" ... "I wonder… Could you water the roses after I'm gone, little friend?" Photo by Josephine This… Continue reading Could you water the roses for me

Eaten up with guilt, or: Gusto

A triolet Hey! Are you even listening to me? How on earth do I get through to you? I wonder ~ though you wag eagerly... Hey! Are you even listening to me? No! Get your big head off of my knee! Max, damn it! Did you eat my shoe? Hey! Are you even listening to… Continue reading Eaten up with guilt, or: Gusto