On Edge
Day 218 prompt: Metals silver in my molars and in my earlobes too but sharpen knives around me and I’ll go through the roof
Ten and Ten
Day 217 prompt: Ten head longs to fall backward neck so tired from hours of strain but searching eyes pull heavy skull to scan for proof that all is well tiny […]
Jude and The Prude
Day 216 prompt: Mood I know a dude Whose name is Jude. His mother stewed Over his bad mood. She came unglued At how he chewed Then spat his food. Just […]
For Vinnie
Day 215 prompt: Interaction a salesman comes to the door three hours later he leaves and I am poor
Eye
Day 214 prompt: Eyes round rim of gray-green trades width with black center whose span responds to sun and shade
Short Vacation
Day 213 prompt: Vacation Some people need a week at the beach Others recoup with three days out of reach Renewal can come from a Sunday spent still Or even a half-day to […]
Garden | Paul’s Vision
Paul, our wood carving brother, brought thought and ideas to our discussion of the prompt “garden.” “When I think about garden and my carving, I go right to a Grinling […]
Garden | Norma’s Words
Garden Gift My parents gave me a garden. The plot by the door of daily passage Became my floral cutting bed. My parents bought me books, Containers, Floral frogs and […]
Garden | Beth’s Essay
When I was a little girl, we had a huge garden just west of the front yard. It felt, to me, as big as a football field. Probably it was […]
Anatole France
The finest words in the world are only vain sounds if you cannot understand them. Anatole France, novelist, essayist, Nobel laureate (1844-1924)
Peek-a-boo
Day 212 prompt: Translucent Opaque So dark and thick I can’t see through Translucent I glimpse a form But can’t tell who Transparent All obstacles clear And I see you
The Sanity of Disorder
Day 211 prompt: Disorder Craving order That never comes Seeking control And just getting some The total assurance I work to impart Fades when my head Fights with my heart Here […]
Visit with Grandma
Day 210 prompt: Textured thin, wrinkled skin puckers over bent knobby knuckles ropey veins like exposed tree roots converge at toothpick wrists all but lost in the lettuce leaf edge of […]
Children
Day 209 post: Children Was one Watched some Wanted none Changed my mind Had one Lost three Had two more Changed my life Met someone Married him Gained three more Changed […]
A Walk at Dusk
Day 208 prompt: Dusk (a haiku) after-dinner stroll veers to frantic race for home spooked by dusk shadows
Beth Nyland 