Suns swirl, endlessly burning circular pathways as they slowly die. Once, I looked for the stars to predict my fate. Nevermore.
Home grown pineapple. Sing sweetly, golden colors bursting with flavor.
Mom hopped on a bird and flew far away to a place called Oklahoma City. If I find that bird, I’m going to kill it, eat it and scatter the feathers. But if… Continue reading
Time for Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness prompt. Today’s prompt is “pretty.” Pretty much, I don’t feel the least bit pretty, nor do I care if I feel pretty. The older you get,… Continue reading
Here I am, typing in the dark again and hoping I can get all of this out. I’ve had delayed reactions to medications before. I‘m contemplating the possibility that one of the side… Continue reading
This is going to be a short post and possibly unedited. I’m still having trouble looking at a white screen . I’m visiting family in the middle of the country in the USA.… Continue reading
My first attempt (about yesterday’s family gathering) didn’t have the words in it for Colleen’s challenge so I thought I’d write 2 tanka’s today instead. 🙂 The words below are for people who,… Continue reading
Blended families feast. Loves culture knows no repast, together joyous. Generations warmth captured, future’s memories frozen.
Follow your mind’s eye. Dreams dare to color the sky. Be your destiny. –Joelle LeGendre