Albadawi picked at his food, not reacting to Baba's saturnine work story. To his left, Jada entertained his baby sister with boring folklore. Turning inwards, the youngster filtered out the family's endless chatter, imagining himself soaring freely above the foaming clouds, mounted atop a massive flying fish. This piece of flash fiction was written in… Continue reading Above the foaming clouds
"When does winter begin?" my seven-year-old asks me this evening. "Well," I smile, "technically, it starts in December, which is just around the corner." Funny thing is, she already knows this - but she likes to talk just for the sake of talking; and she likes to get others talking too. The on-again-off-again rains in… Continue reading Seas, or: Sees
A Waltz Wave An ekphrastic poem there stands 'tween sky and earth, amidst lush treetops, his muscled legs rooted 'neath heaven's soft cotton quilt, watchful, one intent upon the capture of living grace #TankaTuesday Click for full size The above Waltz Wave was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt. Poets were prompted to… Continue reading Sky, or: Earth
A haiku cloudless cold cloudy warm water spoons slipping #TankaTuesday The above was written for Colleen M. Chesebro's 'Tanka Tuesday' prompt: Poets are to write haiku.
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