This was written in response to Photo Friday: Frail (This week’s Challenge: ‘Fiery’. http://www.photofriday.com/challenge.php?id=1347) and In response to the weekend Trifextra, which asks that the writer use the same form of a word… Read More
Written in response to Trifecta challenge: Companion:3 a : one that is closely connected with something similar b : one employed to live with and serve another – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.qzKsNCHe.dpuf
This post is a “three-fer”: WeeklyPhoto Challege: Habit Studio 30+: Locked Trifextra Weekend Challenge: Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm. This weekend… Read More
This was written in response to the Trifextra Challenge: In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” Give us… Read More
I was home on that fateful night in April, 1989. My teenage daughter had given up on trying to stay awake to watch the championship game, broadcast “Live” from Seattle; so armed with… Read More
Picnic benches ‘Fall’ dormant, Tiny termite beasties nestle warm, ‘Tween redwood slats. Munching mulch aplenty, Awaiting, anticipating Wicked over-wintering. Unseen by humans far below, Cleaving ‘neath thermal wraps, ‘Round lakeside fire-pits. Your Trifextra… Read More
I keep it burning, day and night I keep it burning warm and bright It flickers now and then, but still Its flame will not be doused until You come home to me.… Read More
Written for Trifextra weekend challenge: This week we’re asking for 33 of your own words inspired by this classic song by The Rolling Stones. Good luck! NaBloPoMo October!
This was written using Trifecta prompt “Zombie”( a mixed drink made of several kinds of rum, liqueur, and fruit juice ), and for NaBloMoPo October (crunching leaves).
Stench invades our senses, Macerating mucous membranes, Rodents release their refuse into once crystal clear waters, producing putrid pools; Disease incubators disseminating deadly, dire moldy maladies. No safe harbor! No respite! Sandy’s aftermath!… Read More
📓*📓*📓 Fifty years ago today My marble notebook, open lay: Scribbled lessons, Homework sessions, Boyfriend doodles, Girlfriend toodles. Atop each gray-lined leaf, A simple sign of… Read More
****************** Suddenly, I’ve stopped tumbling through time. Suddenly, I’m witness to his silent moment of triumph. Suddenly, I see, that he hears only through pulsing stringed vibrations and deafened, thundering applause. Suddenly, I… Read More