She turned back to look at the building which had been her alma mater. She had attended the convocation ceremony with her parents. A sophomore had blossomed into a scholar here, and now she had to find her way in the world outside. Soon, the institution was caught in the whirlpool of the #MeToo movement. … Continue reading JSW Prompt 11-20-2018
Welcome to a festive season! It is the time for us to go home, or welcome people home. Or just find that place within ourselves we can call home. There are some people who induce that feeling in us of being home. There are times ideas come home to us – as if they never … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #64
light, sound, sun and speed enhancing silvery streams what lies beneath the dark stones interrupting maiden dreams? weaving uncertainty- in intermittent joys and pain what lies beneath the dark stones slippery paths, mossy veils? caught in whirlpools, I fear monsters throwing me off gear What lies beneath the dark stones? Atlas balancing the Earth… … Continue reading What lies beneath?
Hi, Michael I am writing the shortest post I've ever written for your Challenge. A knight is the antithesis of this picture. Image source: Pinterest Tale Weaver #198 at MLMM
Falling step-by-step, one at a time, he felt he had no option but to surrender to gravitational forces. He needed the salary to keep kitchen fires burning, and he did whatever he was asked to do – suspending better judgement and his values. Temperatures in his township lowered, and he saw everything freezing. What if … Continue reading Answers
Do past achievements insulate a person from being held accountable for further misdeeds? Do lesser mortals not have the right to question abuse of authority? Whose image is maligned, if wrongdoings are highlighted – the accuser as troublemaker, or the accused as being bereft of values? Do the viewers gain or lose by taking sides? … Continue reading Who?
It is a series of haiku/senryu .... blown away by winds carefully constructed thoughts what defined me outlines etched with the ink of desires on mental landscapes fluidity shocks solid ideas, concepts move away from me further, farther and deeper in oblivion changing perspectives what’s imperative for my survival now is reconstruction Heeding Haiku … Continue reading Hurricanes
For how long will you look for emotional merging in responding bodies and return- disappointed? For how long will you boost your sagging esteem with conquests and feel all the more- hollow? For how long will you look for right things in the wrong places and whip yourself – unforgiving? Poetics
I deserve to get the Survivor of the Century Award, or maybe more than a century. It has not been easy standing on one leg, losing my sheen in the mercury lights, yet being admired for quaintness. You mould me in different shapes, add aromas I don’t like and applaud the act of blowing me … Continue reading Sticks
joys sit light on me as I watch dark shadows fade into oblivion I rise above petty squabbles, viciousness I cast a glance at the rock I left down there missing it a little and wondering who will inherit it thought energy dissipates, does not disappear we need to choose the air we inhale company … Continue reading Inhaling
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