Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Today, for the first time, I am entering The Sunday Whirl, a challenge that puts forth a Group of unconnected words, and ask that the writer pull them together into a cohesive piece. For years, I’m witness to a sacred scene: I watch her… Continue Reading “Warbling Underdog”
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 we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a… Continue Reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit “My Dwindling Woodpile””
This gallery speaks to me of the technical sophistication that drives so many of the featured attractions at DisneyWorld. These photos illustrate the convincing illusion that one is a participant in some of the most memorable moments captured on film: The atmosphere of adventure… Continue Reading “Photo Friday: High Tech”
Written for Write at the Merge, Week 45, using the following prompt: “The third day comes a frost, a killing frost.” William Shakespeare ❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️ And for Trifecta: to use the third definition of CRAFT (noun) 1 : skill in planning, making, or executing : … Continue Reading “Of Rime and Reason”
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 the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it.… Continue Reading “Execution Day”
She came in with a flurry, arms wrapped around a large, open box. It’s seems that she’d been the recipient of a weekly box of farm produce, heaped graciously on her by a friend who was out of town for the week. Our, otherwise… Continue Reading “Extra-Terrestrials”
Standing on the brink, Face turned heavenward, Momentary musings launch my spirit towards distant, mystical, mountain mists, leaving Fall’s ephemeral foreground behind. Suddenly, sensing a glimmer, A hint of hope piercing through the otherwise luster-less, limitless sky; Suddenly, clouds clearing, I understand Salvation
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 challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an… Continue Reading “Beasties ‘Tween The Slats”
Light Golden, bright Shining, blinding, clarifying Warm, healthful, chilly, cool Looming, cooling, threatening Dark, ominous Shadow I immediately thought of the Diamante poetic form when I reviewed this photo, taken on the grounds of (you guessed it), The Maplestone Inn, a charming and welcoming… Continue Reading “Shadow Casting”