Haiku Friday, 1/6/2017.


And here we go, How many people have done this? (Yes, it counts if you did it as a kid.)


The water drifts past

as I spin, stationary.

Dizzy, I fall down.

As always, this is for Ronovan at:


See you next week!


Haiku Friday, 9/30/2016.


Alright, been busy with other projects, but procrastination is a bad thing, so here we are, back with another Friday poem.

-winter preparations-

Piled high next to nuts
the leaves make a warm mattress
squirrel home complete.

And there you have it. As always, this is for Ronovan at:


See you next week!

Tuesday’s Tale, 9/27/2016.


The end of September already? Time is sure flying. I’m going to mix it up today; no flash fiction. I’m really just not feeling it today, so instead I’m going to ask you to do it for me. How about anyone out there who might be watching, try to write something in five minutes yourselves? I don’t care how good or bad it may be, just write it and link it to me below this post, if you will.

If enough people do it, maybe I’ll do something nice for next week. So come on, show me you can do this too, and convince me.

Tuesday’s Tale, 9/13/2016.


On time and under budget this week. So, five minutes on the clock and away we go!

The message was waiting for him; the console blinking red. At least he had disabled the stupid chime it used; that noise was irritating. The message was a simple text one in a code used exclusively by the company he worked for; unless the code had been hacked, this was clearly from his bosses. What it wasn’t, was a surprise.

“Cease all further operations. Remain planetside pending review.”

Short, sweet, to the point, and covered their butts. Since it was likely he had already sent the samples and started the survey, they would have his data, and be able to point to the message as plausible deniability. He shrugged; they had done as much before, and it basically amounted to a paid vacation for him. If the legal wrangling with the conservators​ went on long enough the company would ship food and water to him as part of the deal, provided he didn’t move; if they won in court, then he secured first rights for them by landing first and squatting.

Since he was no off the clock, after a short nap he decided to go on a nature hike, purely on his own time and for his own reasons.

And that’s it, four minutes, thirty-six seconds. See you next week, and enjoy!

Haiku Friday, 9/2/2016.


Alright, I actually made it! I can post something! (It’s hard than you might think at the moment.) So here we go, a poem for Friday.

-Skipping, or not-

Stone joins family
hidden, submerged in cold wet.
Still river runs deep.

And there you have it. Short, sweet, and to the point. As always, this is for Ronovan at:

See about seeing you next week. Hopefully it won’t be as difficult.

Tuesday’s Tale, 8/31/2016.


Yes, I know it’s late. It wasn’t me this time, but my internet. In fact, I’m still having issues. So for this week I thought I’d put space on hold, and instead remind everyone of what happens when I actually prepare things.

The only question was which tale best illustrates that; I’ve never been the most plan oriented writer – it’s just not my strength.

In all honesty, I’ve got nothing I’ve used more than a single notebook page for, planning-wise. So screw plan A and B, let’s go with C. Tell me, O blogosphere, how you plan for writing tales. Give me all the tips, and spill all your secrets. I promise I will bury them as deep as my public web page allows like a dragon hoarding its gold.

I can’t promise I’ll sleep on your treasure or try to eat hobbits, though; there are limits.

In all seriousness, tell me how you do what you do, I’m curious.

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 8/10/2016.


Alright, Still sick (Again, I know right?)but well enough for this. A small story followed by a quote.

She sighed, watching, trying to work the kink out of her spine by ramming it into the hard bench. He was playing, having a grand time, but she needed a break; she wasn’t as young as she used to be. Aspirin was in her near future, while the jungle gym was in his.

She fished the pills out of her purse, her hand snaking past the bills and notices stuffed into it. She dry swallowed a few just in time; he came back.

“Come on Mommy, swing me on the swing please!”

“Sure thing, honey.” She got up, waiting until he had turned to knuckle her back into an approximation of shape. It was best to let him dream a little longer.

She agreed with Irving Howe: “The knowledge that makes us cherish innocence makes innocence unattainable.” he had said. Which meant it was best to let her son keep his while he could; she would run interference as long as she could since hers was long gone.

And there you go! As always, this is for Silver Threading at:
#WQWWC – Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge – “Innocence”

See you next week!