Caroline looked out of the window of the old farmhouse. She lived so far away from her nearest neighbors that she always felt such an emptiness in her heart and in her life. The loneliness of seeming to be the only person in the world robbed her of the joy of looking at the beauty... Continue Reading →
Smitten with the pink, Fields covered with pure beauty. Nature spreads her love. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, February 14, 2019, from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: cherry blossoms. Word of the Day Challenge is Smitten.
She always struck me as the epitome of good sense, a no-nonsense kind of person, and she was my favorite teacher when I was school age. She was tough, but fair in her grades and in her praise. So, I was surprised when she adopted the black grimalkin that she found hiding among the billowy... Continue Reading →
Not many people would consider a comb and brush set as the tools of a superhero, but they were for me. I was in the fourth grade, all of nine years old, and my mother worked through the night, never home when my sister and I left for school. We had to get dressed by... Continue Reading →
After ten hours on a plane, all Jonathan wanted was real nutrition, food that had not been processed within inches of its life. The long road to his home was a twisting snake with no visible end, and his appetite grew with every mile. Just as he pulled into his garage, he remembered hearing of... Continue Reading →
Glancing through the trees, Carla and Jan saw the bridge where their friendship had come to a premature end over a boy. Trying to rebuild their once special relationship, they discussed how Jonathan had used them both, utilizing their jealousies and insecurities for his pleasure. What pain they could have avoided had they remained true... Continue Reading →
Silence found The colorful sky at sunset-- Cicadas sing Peace floods into my tired soul, Another day ends in joy. Written to complete the Tan Renga for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, February 6, 2019: Sundown. Add two stanzas to three first 3 lines, only 14 syllables.
In the midst of sadness and despair, Possibilities abound for us to change. We can alter the labels others give us, Or we can choose to let those ideas remain. But, when you've been the victim of oral violence, And someone has declared that you have no worth. Rather than believe it and let it... Continue Reading →
"I thought we agreed no more secrets," said Calla's mother, Joy. Calla knew that inevitably one of the children would spill the beans to his or her parents, and Jeffrey would have to "go away," an adult euphemism for his being killed. As long as he remained one of the secrets only the children knew,... Continue Reading →
Once I believed the very old saying I learned That Necessity is the mother of invention, But as I walked the aisles of the big box stores, It's more likely that Profit is the father of intention. So many geegaws and whatchamacallits to buy, What are the necessities that drive their demand? For, as I... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 