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 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 →
It has been nearly 18 years since I learned to drive at age 50, and yet, before yesterday, when it rained hard, Douglas would take me to work. So, I had never really driven in a hard rain. The one time I found myself in a downpour, I was able to pull into the local... Continue Reading →
Leaving her comfort zone, Julia swallowed the lump in her throat. She hoped that the struggle to defeat agoraphobia would be realized this night. Focusing her eyes on the luminescence from the seemingly thousands of stars above, she draped a coat around her shoulders and stepped out of her home for the first time in... Continue Reading →
Don't follow like sheep. Create your own destiny. No weeping ensues. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #292: sheep and weep. If we follow our dreams, no regrets and no weeping in the end.
Help from Heaven 