cat and keyboard

Cat lady

A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It’s a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys.” ~ Barbara Holland Crazy Cat Lady…

1,000 stories

One thousand stories Truth and lies, laughter and tears Bled out through my pen With this haiku, I have published my 1000th post. I am particularly pleased, that three other century posts* were  also haikus. On July 16, I passed my sixth year blogging. I sort of let it slide because, Thin spiral notebook, is…

Guilty pleasure

Beeswax and pigment Rainbows and joy in a box They smell of childhood Last year, before the beginning of the school calendar, my husband’s office collected supplies for local schools. We filled a shopping bag with notebook paper, pencils and pens, folders and binders. The Mister also found my nearly new 64-count box of Crayola™ crayons…

Haiku clue

Fences and neighbors Keeps the good in, and bad out Until it doesn’t I read a news report earlier this week about a tiny, rural Japanese village where an unidentified suspect bludgeoned five people to death. With only 10 households, that was a third of the residents murdered. The suspect, a 63-year-old villager, is missing and…

Walking into spiderwebs

Every. Single. One. Gossamer silk spans the trail Face and arms find them On a recent trip to Tennessee, I had a chance to hike around Short Springs State Natural Area in Tullahoma. I headed out early in the morning, camera at the ready. I guess my mind was more on looking off trail than…

Gloaming

A golden hour, ‘twixt day and night Gloaming, glowing, glistening, Gold and amber, jewels for the taking Blinding light, shadows softening Fracturing shards, shattering the firmament Within a breath, death and life A golden hour, ‘twixt day and night Dropping the veil, drawing the shade In that magic moment, the angels take flight