Reflections in the glass, and the shadow of each leaf had a different story to tell – about the visitors to this side of town. It was not a very busy street now, except for that fateful night. An army stormed in to destroy all human life in sight, but took nothing. Did they come … Continue reading Shadowy deeds
You are like the breeze – always with me not leaving footprints, but I can see She sang on the recording device she always carried. The guy watching her from a distance thought that the footprints visible were too big to be hers. He looked around, but strangely, saw no other people or footprints on … Continue reading Strange
it draws me in deep then springs a dark surprise Curiosity exploration excites shallowness disappoints In other words, explore at Patricia's Place
“We were all picnicking together, and moments later, he had pushed her in the sea to drown. He was well aware that Amy cannot swim…. ” the lady being interrogated by the police was visibly shaken. “What do you think could be the motive? Did you try to help?” “The blueness of blue, hardness of … Continue reading Suspect
patience demonstrates perils of cooling down angst of lava rocks Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
when, how, where and why the wild story began pleasures to enjoy on life’s roller coaster pulling all in adventures unplanned, hitherto unseen #Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge - Week 106
presuppositions falling to pieces - grounds unfamiliar Colleen's Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Prompt
While others calculated my half-life, I made full use of the other half to blossom. There is no water in the pool, but I’m not a mermaid anymore. I’ve metamorphosed into human form, and developed a pair of legs. I can run and escape, before the half-life ends. full and final or still in transition … Continue reading Half-life
For me it was a room with a view – into the minds of writers. For all others, it was my grandfather’s dingy, old library with just a wall-mounted fan whirring away in sultry summer months. I remember neatly stacked books arranged on the shelves. A few of those challenged me with their Urdu script, … Continue reading Curves and Dots
