An hour run in the neighborhood before sunrise is peaceful. Brings peace. Peaceful power. The power of peace. An hour run in the neighborhood before sunrise. Before cars. Before school buses. Before dog walkers. Before striving. Before the sun. The road. The breath. The moon. Before the sun. Before the sunrise Road Breath Moon Run […]
Umbra or Umber
Blank page White page Gray sky Variegated sky Brown table Grained table Ground coffee Black coffee Yellow violet Clay pot Umbra pot What is umbra? Okay, dull red pot Blue coffee cup Blue coffee machine light Grinder Roaster Rooster Percolator Booster Mooster– the rooster with the mooster put some bread in the tooster his cousins […]
RonovanWrites weekly haiku poetry prompt challenge #246
Singing spring awake With their narrow minded songs The sun and sparrow
Purple Glass/Sabi Saturday week 2
My mother collected purple glass. Let me rephrase that. My mother COLLECTED PURPLE GLASS. The mantle was full of bowls, carafes, vases and chunks of purple glass. There was too much purple glass for just the mantle, the stuff was lined up on a desk next to the fireplace. Some glass was new, some antique, […]
Haibun Road week 4
Sometimes a bird flies through an open window and is difficult to persuade to leave. The bird and you flap around the room in confusion forgetting in your preoccupation that it would be better to settle down in sparse miracle. Sparrow in the house Flapping kitchen confusion Miracle of flight
Sabi Saturday week 1
This Christmas cactus is Papa’s Christmas cactus, named because I adopted it when we cleaned out his house. It was one of the few items he tended to with regularity, bringing it one plastic cup of water each Saturday. My grandmother brought it to the house when I was in seventh grade, so it […]
Haibun Road weekly challenge
To the left of the door a pale purple crocus shivers in the midst of seven days of rain. Rainrainrainairrainrainrain. Even the mud drowns. From his car, half in the driveway and half in the street, my husband calls, “come look at this dog!” The dog has muddy paws and a wet belly. A black […]
Anagrams and Minutes
I notice a number of sites inform you the amount of minutes it will take to read the post. Minutes. The time on a page, the lines on our forehead or some anagram for words. Yes, sword, but the other day I read canyon as crayon and the day after that I read diagnosis as […]
