Why did she not respond there and then to say she did not like the other person’s behaviour and was not going to put up with it? It set up wrong expectations, and the relationship loops got badly entangled. She loses respect for herself whenever she thinks of it. She finds herself replaying those scenarios … Continue reading Digital Clocks
The first thing that springs to mind after reading this prompt line is how much they can express without talking. Maybe some find it boring, but I’m talking about my Shih-Tzu petkins – Happy and Aria. Happy gives me a very hurt look when he is busy playing music on his squeaky toy, and I … Continue reading When Animals Talk
when the light shines again I won’t be seen for I wasa firefly shining in the dark whom the stars, moon, nightand youignored. I was nevera threat to you,but held potential to light up Hope,and you feared being obliterated by its power MTB at dVerse
Welcome back! Many thanks to Melissa Lemay for interviewing me on the journey of Reena's Xploration Challenge. Melissa Lemay and I explored my journey from corporate reports to poetry, fiction, and financial coaching. We talked about speculative fiction, syllabic poetry, women’s stories, and the joy of collaborative writing. If you’re curious about creative pivots, poetic … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #393
“How about a cup of coffee in Sundance Café?” He asked after the completion of a gruelling college project. What started as a kind gesture from a classmate rolled over into the darkest chapter of her life. He introduced her to friends who, despite their polished appearance, were involved in nefarious activities. Her swift entry … Continue reading Sundance Cafe
You are not welcome here, please go awayMaybe I live again, if you move far, far away I shed copious tears when all’s going wellThe night sky descends; sunrise looks grey The weight of existence feels unbearableI sink further down, as tired feet give way Let me burn down to ashes before I rise againI … Continue reading The Black Dog
She kept all of her deceased husband’s letters locked in a box until the day one arrived from him postmarked yesterday, and this one was ominous as he threatened to come out of captivity from an undisclosed destination, to expose her dark deeds. Fandango's Story Starter #212
the soulless tablethe chair that carries my physical weightdarkness that can be easily replacedby fluorescencecannot do muchto pull me out of the woods It takes a mental windowto take me where I want to beoffer a glimpse of the possible.Travel without passportsmakes me feel weightlessand free So what if it isbrief like lifeunreal like poetryuncertain … Continue reading In the Woods
Here's my take she soars above hopewhile he holds the ladder highwaiting patientlya new language of supportgender roles dwindle away Image: AI generated Tanka Tuesday - Taiga
“Should you buy the white?” A headline on my screen sets me thinking. It alludes to bullion prices, where silver appears to be riding on the gold wave. But I am transported to another zone. In my late years, should I settle for the neutrality of white as against the dense wisdom of black? Is … Continue reading Buying the White
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