Pause from busyness. Your world needs you whole and hale. Rest your tired body. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefueille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: pause.
A story written for Tale Weaver #240 from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie prompt: Wading. Includes the September 2019 Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: Orbiting Halos. Frances had come to the Caribbean alone, still reeling from the sudden death of her best friend, Maya, who was supposed to share this island adventure with her.... Continue Reading →
Heart heavy with pain. Sadness ushers in the night Morning will soon come. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: sadness.
Peace everywhere. Holy in its sheer beauty. Man can't duplicate. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie from September 4, 2019: Holy Isle or Holy Island.
Watching the aftermath of Hurricane Dorian, The utter destruction in its wake. I feel the Earth groaning beneath my feet, Asking, "People, what more will it take?" I don't know how to answer the question, As I contemplate the electric sky. Research is seen as liberal gibberish, Not believed, no matter how hard scientists try.... Continue Reading →
Jesse feels like prey, as she lies motionless on the bed, trying not to awake her tormentor. Just the roughness of Carl's voice causes her to flinch. The decision to leave, to go back home to her family, has been spoiled by her sister's trivializing of her dilemma. Kathy elides the fact that those volcanic... Continue Reading →
“I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout.” Robin read those words and thought that they were the appropriate ones for her epitaph. She had never learned to be organized, to have a place for everything and everything in its place. Her mother, Kathryn, tried to instill on... Continue Reading →
Abundant waters! Flow from my belly this day! Waterfall of love! Written really late for Heeding Haiku withChevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, August 28, 2019: waterfall. When I saw the photo above posted, I immediately thought of Jesus's words in John 4: 13-14. The thought of living water, the Holy Spirit, flowing from me to others,... Continue Reading →
The beauty that should capture one's soul Comes from within a person, one who knows How to make others feel valued and of worth, That our very presence is a gift to the earth. This beauty is infused by the wondrous light Of one who has learned through their plight That we all share a... Continue Reading →