Looking at the Adriatic Sea in Montesilvano, Italy On the seashore, looking at the sea, A desire to be on the water took ahold of me. Something like a zodiac boat, not big at all, Skipping across waves, answering nature's call. Rejoicing in mist-covered shrouds, One with water, winds, and clouds. Written for the Weekend... Continue Reading →
Waking in the night, as hungry as a bear, Opened the fridge, and found nothing there. Nothing that would satisfy my sweet tooth, And if you want to hear my sordid truth, Unless I see plenty of cookies, cakes, or pies, I don't find that my great hunger will die. I know that beggars can't... Continue Reading →
Like traveling vagabonds, on Tuesday, Douglas and I made our first long-distance foray, a two-hour drive (both ways) to see the remains of a Roman city. The excavation is ongoing, but what was there was worth the drive. Thankfully, the rental car included a Garmin GPS that was accurate. We finally figured out why it... Continue Reading →
Spectacular hues. Beauty of the sunrise feeds. My soul is nourished. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, May 15, 2019: Mountain Sunrise.
Slipping and sliding. On the icebergs of this life. Look beyond the tip. Written for this week's RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: slip and tip.
When Delia was about age 14, her mother and aunt decided she needed to wear makeup, if she were going to attract a young fellow. They powdered her face, applied rouge, and the reddest lipstick ever produced. Looking in the mirror afterwards, Delia hated the face staring back at her, for it was not someone... Continue Reading →
You know when you travel that not everything is going to go smooth, and it is no less true this trip. We expected me to have health problems, but it is Douglas who has come down with a cold. I think he may have been already incubating the illness, because he got sick yesterday. Neither... Continue Reading →
Answers for the questions for this week's Share Your World Challenge from Sparks from a Combustible Mind. What social stigma does society need to get over already? There are two stigmas that I believe need to stop, to protect women and men. First is the stigma of women who are experiencing domestic violence. The phrase,... Continue Reading →
Watching waves tumble. Don't tinker with perfection. God creates order. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: tumble and tinker.
https://sundayphotofictioner.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/spf-10-28-8-fandango-4.jpeg?w=1440 Photo credit: Fandango As Ginny walked the red-berries covered path to her dead mother's old house on Mother's Day, she hoped to learn something about her mother. She found a picture of her mother as a cheerleader! How beautiful she was and so full of life! What had turned this vivacious young woman into... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 
