The Moose, Wordle #118

The barkeep was proud of the giant rack of antlers above the Oak bar. Old Methuselah, the Moose, always evasive ended his life in struggle. Never threatening, residual presentiment transfused Evil Eye… as per the Fourth Rule: do not ever pluck Dahlias unless growing wild. © Sometimes, 2016 For Mindlovemisery’sMenagerie, Wordle #118,  July 20, 2016   Continue reading The Moose, Wordle #118


For Mindlovemisery’sMenagerie, July 9, 2016 WORDLE, Whirligig 7.    [prompt words…candles, grieving, treasure, sun, prodigal, gravel, tavern, find, roar, longing, rush, learn] Desperation A roar in my ears grieving, rushing to nowhere, no…gentle reason. Searching for treasure— but desperate candles in Sun are all I can find. Prodigal Daisy in the Tavern parking lot …pushing through gravel. © Sometimes, 2016 Continue reading Desperation…Wordle

Summer Dreaming

[For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille July 7, 2016. This poetic form is called a Haibun, which is a combination of prose and Haiku forming a story of 75-words or less…including the Haiku.   I did borrow keywords beach, and hot summer night suggested by the host.] The sand is warm, like a lullaby The essence of Summer warms the skin, dreams flicker on slumbering … Continue reading Summer Dreaming