The Traveler

I wasn’t going to post this, but here it is: an attempt at flash-fiction for FFFC #92. The image is below. I am also sharing this with the Writers’ Pantry.
Side note: I just realized that I have been writing and posting about space a lot lately.
Continue reading

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.

What Are You Going to be for Halloween?

This is for Tourmaline’s Halloween challenge. Mask is the word for today. I really needed to write this, so thanks for the prompt, even if no one likes the poem! haha

What are you going to be for Halloween?
Does it matter, is there a party?
Is there any trick-or-treating with the kids?

Are there any kids or are we all
Older than our years by now?

What are you going to be for Halloween?
Will people wear a second mask?
What costumes have we been tricked into wearing?

I will be the most terrifying horror:
I will wear no mask and be a human being!

I don’t hate face masks as much as some people, but the longer this goes on, the more tired I am of it. Even if the masks work perfectly, what is it worth? I want to see people’s smiles. I want to be hugged. In the past 7 months, I can count the number of people I’ve touched on one hand. And I am not doing well. Nobody gives a damn about the collateral damage from these policies. What is this worth?

</rant>

What Gives Us Nightmares

This is for FOWC: Scream. I am also sharing with the Writers’ Pantry. Special thanks to Mr. Bump for reminding me about how terrifying this painting is and how it gave 10-year-old Jenna at least one nightmare. I wrote a free-verse, almost stream-of-consciousness, so…here you go. 

Edvard Munch, The Scream

Consider “The Scream,”

that disturbing painting,

so unsettling

it gave this child nightmares. 

Consider how Mr. Munch

may have painted it today,

if he were living —

horror of art “nouveau normal”

The orange sky is surprisingly

accurate, as is the conspicuous

absence of most

others — uncertainty and anxiety

Are certainly closer

companions — but he’s not wearing

a mask!

this dehumanized creature needs

A face covering,

so no one sees his scream,

though we hear it

screeching, reaching from 1893. 

This Poem Is Shaped By Google

The prompt for DVerse MTB was truly fascinating this week: lists from Google searches. I hope you like this bizarre compilation. It was fun, even if the result doesn’t make much sense. Tell me in the comments what you think it means!

Identity is shaped by
Shaped by fire:
Fire is alive
Fire is a living thing,
Fire is a living — nightmare,
Nightmares every night —
Nightmares are dreams, too.

Photo by Sebastian Su00f8rensen on Pexels.com