Gravy Volcano

I wrote a cherita for FOWC: Gravy, shared with DVerse OLN. Unfortunately, I missed the live event, but there was too much else going on. 🙂


As kids, who didn’t love making volcanoes:

Either as a science experiment for class, or
One made of mashed potatoes and gravy —

A baking-soda-and-vinegar mixture, or
Gravy overflowing the potatoes on a plate,
As if that’s the biggest disaster one could create.

Space for Maybe

Here is my second offering for DVerse quadrille Monday, using the word “possibility” or a form of it.


Perhaps we all can go to the moon,
Get on a rocket sometime soon,
The literal limitless of space,
Contains tons of possibilities to embrace.

We can travel to distant stars,
Maybe Venus will conquer Mars,
We will be aliens!
Wonder will have salience.

A Happiness Project

At DVerse, it is quadrille Monday, and our word is “happiness” or some form of it. I also used the word for FOWC: Pacify. I appreciated this prompt and wrote this poem about an hour ago, which I’m grateful for because it would be more difficult to write a cheery poem now. :/  Yes, happiness is a project one must constantly work on, especially if “one” is me. 🙂


Find a little blast of happiness,
Gust of gladness, or even one
Whispering wind of change:
Sew a little peace-pocket,
Fly inside a reprieve-rocket
To try to pacify times strange.
For a while, find a quiet place:
Present-tense is a future I can face.

Good advice, self from an hour ago. Good advice.

A Trick of the Light

For DVerse Poetics, we are writing about folly, and for Tourmaline’s Halloween challenge, I included the word “trick.” I hope it’s acceptable that my subject matter has nothing to do with anything creepy. I was also inspired by FFFC #89, the picture below. Picture by Renate Vanaga at Unsplash.

Is it a trick of the light?
No, those two are smiling,
Laughing, hands clasped
Relaxing face to face, not
Mindful of the slightest folly.

This seems like a dream:
No unhappiness are they seeing,
Leaving at home their masks,
Relaxing with no trace of
Fear, not even of honesty.

Happy Halloween!

For DVerse’s haibun Monday about Halloween and for FOWC: Merchandise.

The house is filled with ghosts and graves. Smiles are carved into all the pumpkins’ faces. Bats and cobwebs cling to the corners, hang from the eaves. Such timely horror, that no one believes.

no mere merchandise:
Nowadays this is the state
of those haunting here.

Photo by Ylanite Koppens on Pexels.com
I found this image particularly creepy because the pumpkin is being a cannibal by eating another squash.