entertain us a constant stream of information nothing satisfies clicking channels clicking links but finding anything of value that lasts longer than three minutes is almost impossible. fickle fancies nothing keeps our attention long in our endless search for distraction and entertainment. poetic asides For this week’s prompt, take the phrase “Entertain (blank),” replace the … Continue reading entertain us
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at play
at play Hair brushed, outfits picked, each ready to take on the required role. Actors meet, shake hands, embrace, kiss, enact a story more mature than the princess gowns portray. A scene unfolds, enemies revealed but it's not quite right. Back to the beginning and make it better, stronger. Once right the next scene unfolds. … Continue reading at play
unplug
unplug constantly fed a fountain of information words and images a steady stream synchronising sentiment, emotion, thoughts and feelings until we sound the same. embracing the unknown walk away to wrestle with wantonness, find solace in stepping sideways, self-doubt starts the slide to fulfilling our souls as we finally think for ourselves. poetic asides For … Continue reading unplug
Decisions: Swallowing the spider to catch the fly
I don't know why she swallowed that fly. My job feels sometimes like I'm chasing down the logic behind decisions. We switched our software at work from a 2-dimensional computer-aided drafting (CAD) software program to a more robust and intelligent building information modeling (BIM) program. It's an interesting change, making you think about the building … Continue reading Decisions: Swallowing the spider to catch the fly
First Date – Poem
First Date: watch check, it's half-past some things weren't meant to last. heart stops, is it you? check phone, nothing's new. look around, read poster emotional roller coaster. look at feet, hands at play close eyes, whisper, pray. peek around, do I see? maybe things are meant to be. Prompt Poetic Asides 220: For this … Continue reading First Date – Poem
Confessions of An April Platform Challenge Participant
This post is one in a series of Anniversary posts for Wordsmith Studio (WSS). Last year we joined Robert Lee Brewer's April Platform Challenge on his blog and united to create a community of writers who support each other. I have a confession to make. I'm doing it again, one bit at a time. building … Continue reading Confessions of An April Platform Challenge Participant
Fiction – Reminiscing
For E, who would turn 35 on Sunday, March 24th. I miss you. ***** I reached across the table and put my hand on Sarah's arm. "It's so good to see you again. It seems like forever." Sarah frowned and nodded her head in agreement. "And yet, like it was only yesterday?" I nodded. Sarah always … Continue reading Fiction – Reminiscing
Fiction – Too Many Friends
I watched from the bar counter as she sat there, well-dressed in black and completely out of place in this dive, methodically chewing the ice from her empty glass. Darkness filled her thoughts, but rather than lose herself in alcohol, she drank diet soda, and stared blankly at her cell phone. It vibrated every few … Continue reading Fiction – Too Many Friends
Fiction – A Penny Saved
One more penny. That was her mantra. Saide's mother established it quite early on that a penny saved was a penny earned. It was easier to meet life's bigger goals when broken into smaller chunks. Every time she found a penny on the street, she picked it up, placed it in her pocket, and on … Continue reading Fiction – A Penny Saved
Fiction – Wishing Well
Prompt: photograph *** Dreamers have come and gone, silence fills this empty piazza. Cold and run down life no longer fills the streets with joy. The statue that sat centred and glorified, long fled our streets in favor of better company. She left her fountain of youth behind, the waters that kept our skin vibrant … Continue reading Fiction – Wishing Well
Fiction – Second Hand
A few years ago l joined a startup writing group called ThinkingTen. The concept is simple: there’s a daily prompt and you have 10 minutes to write whatever comes to mind. l deleted my blog posts from the site when I received an email saying the founder was shutting down the site. I hadn’t written anything … Continue reading Fiction – Second Hand
Fiction – Tucked Away
Prompt: a dresser drawer *** Two days until the move, Arianna packs up her bedroom. It, and the kitchen, are the last things to be packed before Miguel arrived to help her move everything into their new home. She smiled at the thought. Tired as she was from the patching, cleaning and other repair … Continue reading Fiction – Tucked Away
Fiction – The Phone Rings
Prompt: the phone rings *** The phone rings. "Hello?' I hear was a soft sigh on the other end. I check the time. "Annie?" Soft sigh. "Yeah." "Hi. I haven't heard from you in a while. How are you doing?" "Okay, You know." "Yeah." Pause. "How's the job hunt going?" Silence. "Annie?" "My friend … Continue reading Fiction – The Phone Rings
Fiction – Broken Paradise
Prompt: Weekend Canvas Exercise *** I created this world such a long time ago, perfect in its symmetry, proportion, scale and ideals. I set it up for your health, for your growth, stability and happiness. But slowly you broke my creation with your limitless exploration of its boundaries. You twisted my words, broke my promises … Continue reading Fiction – Broken Paradise
Fiction: Pixie Dust
A few years ago l joined a startup writing group called ThinkingTen. The concept is simple: there's a daily prompt and you have 10 minutes to write whatever comes to mind. l deleted my blog posts from the site when I received an email saying the founder was shutting down the site. I hadn't written … Continue reading Fiction: Pixie Dust
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