Resting atop her horse, Susan sighed. Following Pa's funeral, she didn't want to exacerbate the family conflict, but the mutual disdain was hardly ephemeral. Her brother couldn't live without his housekeeper or pretentious silk ties, whereas social standing didn't factor into her equation. Image: 'Taking a Snooze' by Todd Klassy This piece of flash fiction… Continue reading Pretentious silk ties
Poem: Pale sun glow, winter solstice light fades. The shortest day—darkness descends, wraps me in a blanket womb of warmth next to you. Frosty morning squinty-sunshine breaks over the treeline. Hot coffee, dark brewed, reminds me of the scent of rich fertile fields. Together, we drink to face another day. The calm before the storm.… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Weathering the Storm of Life’ by Colleen Chesebro
A 'Waltz Wave' poem Image credit: Terri Webster Schrandt the florist knows I speak broken Ar- abic; "Sabt shalum! Shu bidak ilyom?" he asks; "Hadol, lau samaht." but he al- ready has lilies read- y for me. #TankaTuesday For Tanka Tuesday, Colleen offers us the above image by photographer Terri Webster Schrandt as inspiration to… Continue reading Lilies, or: Sillilies
A Limerick Squabble broke out between Beast and Beauty; Much insulted, he thought her quite snooty, As at a sumptuous feast, She'd claimed he(!) was the beast, But 'twas not he with that small, bony booty! W3 poetry prompt This poem was written for Aishwarya's W3 poetry prompt, which is to write a beauty-themed poem… Continue reading Beauty, or: The Beast
A limerick For the umpteenth time, Jack sent contrite verse, But to excuses Jill had grown much averse; He'd changed since hitting his crown, Swinging his pail around town... She'd come to yearn for a man loyal and terse! Image credit:Leighann Blackwood (Unsplash) What do you see #177 For WDYS #177, Sadje invites us to… Continue reading To fetch a pail of water, or: Tumbling after
A 'Drabble' Image credit: Nan Goldin’s "The Ballad of Sexual Dependency" She stared at her wiry miner as he sat smoking silently at the edge of the bed and admired his back muscles. This image would replay itself in her dreams for weeks until next time. God, she loved him. Despite George's irregular trips home,… Continue reading Marooned with her fantasies
I recently received some very rude comments on my blog from somebody whose blog post I'd clicked on, simply because I'd clicked on their 'like' button. I'd never had any previous interaction with this individual; and this experience brought on the following reflection. First of all, what was their criticism? Let's get into that to… Continue reading In defense of the ‘like’ button
Poetry Partners #154 'Generations', a poem by Cassa Bassa of 'Flicker of Thoughts' The children left home for the city neon lights Faces filled with endless enthusiasm Brushed off sandburs that caught on their jeans Covered tree scratched wrists with tailored shirts The bell birds by the river sang their farewell They never looked back… Continue reading Generations, or: Learnings
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