Alex Stoddard New neighbors bought a tiny house Of less than five hundred square feet. I warned them that nothing that small Could all of their needs and wants meet. They chose not to listen to my wisdom, Constructing it with quite a loud hubbub. But, when they finished and needed a bath, They found... Continue Reading →
Cheery Trees in Bloom in Japan from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Cotton candy boughs! Beauty of nature displayed. Spectacular view! Written for Heeding Haiku in Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. The theme is cherry trees in bloom.
Yes, I wrote "whom" because Kasey, my beagle mix, was more like a human being than some of the people I knew! His bark was worse than his bite, but I think he liked making people think that he was fierce, howling when someone knocked on the door in the night. But, friends had only... Continue Reading →
I want to one day write short stories, so I thought I would try to pen one here. Any feedback would be appreciated. Sophia picked up the old red lunchbox and was disappointed to see that it looked quite ordinary for an object with supposedly special powers. As she listened to her mother's instructions regarding... Continue Reading →
I played hooky today! I didn't think my fragile ego could survive another student walking out of class during one of my lectures or showing up over 20 minutes late. I didn't write consequences for this behavior in my syllabus, not having dealt with it in other colleges and universities. So, I will have to... Continue Reading →
A simple decor. Modeled after her chaste life. Too bleak for my taste! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: chaste and taste.
She looked at the husband, the guy who had stole her heart so many years ago, and she knew that he would always feel like home. Written for the Three Things Challenge #144 from Pensitivity 101: home, guy. look.
I had to sit the world down to keep breathing. Since I was a little girl, I tended to absorb, just like a towel, the hurts of others. I found carrying the pain and sorrow of others the most desirable aspect of a life that seemed to have no other value. I would hug the... Continue Reading →
Tulip from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie An open flower. Harbinger of coming spring. My hope is renewed. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, February 12, 2020, from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: an open flower.
from Shichigoro Shingo I held out a flower to the lady soldier, Aware that she saw me as her enemy. It's rubbish to think that our differences Mean that we must always disagree. But, man hasn't always learned to love Others unlike him, much to my chagrin. Instead, they've let their differences Bring the world... Continue Reading →