I am standing at my kitchen window, unaware of the time passing.

Catching the night moon glimpsed on a ravens wing that was ever so fleeting I’m not entirely sure the celestial orb is still suspended above.

My heart can feel the thundering rumble somewhere in the distance and I know the rain is coming, but it has yet to provide even a fanciful drizzle for my eyes to rest upon.

Stifling an unattractive yawn, I flex my toes that have begun to strain from my stance, and noticing the night get a bit softer at the edges, I open the small window.

Leaning forward,  I strain to hear the wind in the attic of the forrest at the pending coronation of a new day.  The slight breeze catches up to me and rustles the curls of my unruly hair.

Inhaling the fresh, dewy scent of the morning, I close the window and retreat to my bedroom, awaiting the night once again.



#6 writing prompt from 30 Day Writing Challenge combined with a Daily Post prompt


Ebb and Flow; A Haiku

My axis shifted

Along with the pulling tides

Of the winter moon



From the Haiku Horizons prompt


Dionaea Muscipula; A Haiku

Beauty of Venus

Lying open and waiting

Wildlife trickery



From the Haiku Horizons prompt


Puzzle; A Haiku

Pen glides on paper

Releasing major pressure

Of my puzzled mind.



From the Haiku Horizons prompt


Untitled; A Haiku

Butterflies flutter

Carrying whispers on wind

Soothing furrowed brows



From the Haiku Horizons prompt


Radiant Moon; A Tanka

Soft, glowing moon-beams

Breaking through the atmosphere

Sharing enchantment

Bringing laughter on the wind

Illuminating the way




Wave; A Haiku

Faraway reaching

Hoping to cling to the shore

Working against the tides



From the Haiku Horizons prompt


Redwood; A Haiku

Standing tall; roots deep

Bending always to no one

Ancient and watching


From the Haiku Horizons prompt



The problem, some would say, with unshaven legs is that spidery feeling you eventually get. I mean…you might wince every now and then as you begin to notice the accumulation of hair that you only rid yourself of three days ago, but all in all, it’s not such a horrible thing really.


That little sapling of a hair that will grow up with its brothers and sisters being shoved into the rictus of work pants and yoga pants and when you’re brave enough and finally just don’t give a shit.. into fishnets. Ignoring those pithy comments from people who happen to notice the little hairs sticking straight out every which way within that glorious netting.

 I’m no caitiff though. I. Am. A. Damn. Warrior.

A warrior riding this dump-truck smelling subway, but a warrior nonetheless.



(I love these!)

From the prompt below:

1. Problem

2. Pithy (brief, forceful, and meaningful in expression; full of vigor, substance,or meaning; terse; forcible)

3. Scuttle

4. Accumulate

5. Wince

6. Truck

7. Unshaven

8. Rictus (the gaping or opening of the mouth)

9. Caitiff (base, despicable person)

10. Flotsam

11. Sapling

12. Dump

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

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