Wednesday, October 24, 2012


I feel it building...
If I'm not careful I'll crack
Breathe and take it slow

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays 

Wednesday, October 10, 2012


Starting fresh (again)
in a new house and new town.
Some things never change.

Morning dew glistens
Reminding me: a new day
a fresh beginning.

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays 

Saturday, September 15, 2012

The 3:15 Experiment 2012

The following pieces were written as part of The 3:15 Experiment (2012).  The number represents the date it was written.


Raw with beauty
she tripped,
staggering down the path
of broken dreams.


On a long lonely road walked a girl.  She passed the pub - full of light, warmth and hospitality but did not go in.

Sadness consumed her.


Beauty & pain
in neverending astonishment
holding out hope
for a world
filled with love

6. (Still awake. Packing. Moving tomorrow.)

Freshness envelopes me
the promise of a new beginning
tantalizing me
hope wakes within me
the promise of a new beginning
burdens me
fears quake around me
the promise of a new beginning
is me


Lessons learned


lightening burst forth
a colourful rainbow


The cat waited in the shadows, purring softly, waiting for the right moment to pounce, strike - leaving nothing.


And she leapt forth drinking in her surroundings.  Never had she seen such beauty.  But then, fear does make all your senses more available.  Always the fear of loss makes a thing so much more appealing.


Her body longed for his
wanting, needing


insects beneath the floorboards [chand]


The incandescent glow
of the afterlife
soothes me
embodies me
fills me
with longing and despair.
A new hope is needed.
Carry On.


molton rock
bleeding from the
earth's surface
nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
only assimilation
will make it amenable


listlessly, she floated
the water lapping delicately
at her feet.
She looked up into the bright sun
surrounded by water
How can she get to shore
if she can't swim?


I carry my voice
to the sun
Goddess? I whisper
but there is nothing
I must maintain my vigil
waiting for the Goddess
of Light
to deem me worthy


awash in terror
where flies the night
into what void meaning?
banish the darkness
fill my void with light
and meaning.


stray cat
voice box
purple box

manilla folder
candle holder

aspect ratio

polar bears
fallen logs
muddy hogs

simple thoughts


snow sweeps gently
as she walks
her eyes sting in the cold
& it's hard to breathe
her eyelashes are frozen
just like his heart.


when morning comes
and the skies have changed their hue
look for me in the night sky
and I will look for you

Across the skies, between the stars
my love envelops all
it travels forth in dark or light
past the confines of these walls.


creativity's gentle caress
lands on my shoulder
when will they see me?
when will the [illegible] (c)over?


Thoughts & feelings
unconditional love
deep & true

Friday, August 3, 2012

Star Light, Star Bright

The stars twinkled around her.  To pass the time, she tried to identify the constellations out the window: Cassiopeia, Perseus, Andromeda.  If they would turn just a little bit to starboard, she could see Jupiter.  Instead, they turned to port and the space station loomed up, blocking her view of the stars.  Home at last!

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012


Between here and there
Saying goodbye and hello
Can't wait to get through

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


Summer vacation
Children are bored but not Mom
Way too much to do

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Wednesday, June 27, 2012


Doing what you love
builds confidence and self worth
It's good for the soul

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Wednesday, June 20, 2012


Beautiful snapshots
and scribbled impressions - but
only the best parts

To: my dearest love
Wish you were here.  I miss you.
From: your darling one

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Wednesday, June 13, 2012


Chaos, fear, anger
too many troubles to count
overwhelming stress

Her heart fluttered as
he looked into her eyes and
whispered "I love you"

Reality sucks
I'd rather be daydreaming
thinking pleasant thoughts

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Wednesday, June 6, 2012


Sometimes being there
is the best thing you can do
to show that you care.

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Sunday, June 3, 2012


They'd been friends for a while, but more by chance than by choice.  Her friends, his friends -- they all hung out together.  She noticed they had a similar sense of humour.  He noticed they had similar interests.  Sometimes they would talk - which was always nice - but usually they'd just steal glances at each other.  They always had fun together, but always in the safety of the group.

Every now and then, when she was alone, she would think about him.  She would wonder what it would be like to be alone with him.  Or... hug him.  Or... maybe kiss him.  Or... maybe kiss anyone the way she imagined a kiss should feel like.  She'd watched movies, read books and had a good imagination, but had never experienced anything thus far in her life that would make her think that the perfect imaginary kiss might actually exist in real life.

Eventually, summer vacation arrived and everyone went their separate ways to spend time with their families on holidays.  Some went far away, some went to exotic locations, some went on road trips and some stayed close to home.  It was weeks later, close to the end of summer, that everyone returned and she invited a few friends over.

He arrived first.  They were alone.  Suddenly they both realized how much they'd missed each other. She stepped toward him as he reached for her and they hugged.  The hug lasted a long time.  Even when she let go, they remained close.  She looked up into his eyes and she knew this was it.  Everything happened in slow-motion, just like in the movies.  He bent down slightly, she closed her eyes and their lips met.

It was perfect.

This was written for Mostly Fiction Monday. What's that, you ask? It's a little something Stranger and Me cooked up. You can find the story here. Today's post was inspired by the prompt Kiss.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012


drifting: dark, hopeless
waiting, immobile, afraid
will it ever end?

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Wednesday, May 16, 2012


Red embers beneath
flames of blue and gold. White hot.
Like my love for you.

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Wednesday, May 9, 2012


Rocky mountain peaks,
ocean waves, evergreen trees:
landscape of my youth.

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Wednesday, May 2, 2012


beautiful colours
lush, vibrant vitality
fresh new beginnings

Beltane fires burn and
girls with flower garlands dance
in celebration

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Wednesday, April 25, 2012


Pig Latin, Morse Code
Secret Language, a la Mode
Text, Chat, Skype.  Just talk.

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Monday, April 23, 2012


"Come on!  Come on!  Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

Clara was excited about the day and couldn't understand why the rest of her family wasn't.  Or if they were, then they were excited in slow motion.  She'd been up since before dawn and the morning had been an excruciating exercise in patience as she waited for everyone else to get up, linger over breakfast and take their time getting ready for the day.  Now everyone was finally organized and they were able to set off on their little adventure.

The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day.  Even though it was still early, Clara could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin as they stepped outside and got into the car.  They hadn't been in the car very long when Clara asked to roll down the windows.  The sun was shining right on her and her bare legs were sweaty and sticking to the vinyl seats.  Her dad didn't want the windows down while they were on the highway but he cracked open the little triangle window for ventilation and she did the next best thing:  she rolled down her window and inch, took the short edge of her towel and shoved it in the crack then tried to hold it in place with one hand while she rolled the window back up with the other hand.  It took about 10 minutes but she finally succeeded in blocking out the sun.  The bonus was that the beach towel was long enough for her to sit on the end of it.

Peeking behind her innovative sun-block, Clara could see that they were just passing the mall and the A&W drive-in on the edge of town.  A while later, they passed the signs to the little ferry, they passed through "In-and-Out" town (because you were out of it by the time you realized you were in it) and then drove along the shoreline.  Why was it always low-tide when they drove this way?  Clara hid her face in her towel, trying to filter out the stink of seaweed drying in the sun and whatever else it was that made that horrible smell.  Then they passed the place with the goats on the roof and Clara knew that in a minute they would turn and head inland, away from the smelly beach.  They were almost there!

"Can we get ice cream?!"  Apparently not at ten o'clock in the morning, even on a hot summery day.  But her parents promised they would stop later, on the way home.  Clara knew that they would, that she wasn't just being placated, because not even her parents had the power to pass by the ultimate gas station ice cream store where you could get the biggest scoop of ice cream ever for just 25 cents.  She, of course, would get licorice ice cream as she always did.  It was black and looked disgusting (or so she was told) but it was, to her, a scoop of heaven on a cone.

All of a sudden, the car stopped.  Lost in her ice cream daydream, she hadn't even noticed that they had reached their destination.  She jumped out of the car as quick as she could, after untangling herself from the towel.  Then she paused, took a deep breath, and looked up into the canopy of  giant, ancient, moss-covered douglas fir trees.  It made her dizzy to watch the trees sway that high up.  As she walked with her family into the grove, the air grew moist and sounds were dampened.  They tramped deeper into the woods along the trail and Clara knew that this was going to be a perfect day.

This was written for Mostly Fiction Monday. What's that, you ask? It's a little something Stranger and Me cooked up. You can find the story here. Today's post was inspired by the prompt Childhood.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012


brother and sister
bugging, pestering, teasing
Annoyance or Love?

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Wednesday, April 11, 2012


Elusive, fleeting
Desired above all else
yet so hard to keep

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Friday, March 30, 2012

Bright Lights

He didn’t hear the whirring until he woke up.  Apparently, he hadn’t heard much because when he opened his eyes, all he could see were bright overhead lights and the shadows of figures moving around his bed.  He noticed the restraints just as the whirring got louder and he was overcome by pain and darkness.

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


G-3... Hit!  G-4...
Hey! You sank my battleship!
I still love that game.

This was written for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays 

Monday, March 19, 2012


Every year on this day she makes her pilgrimage.

She rises early, showers and puts on the same outfit: a red dress and heels.  It’s been so long that the shoes are scuffed and one of the heels is getting wobbly but they aren’t unwearable yet.  If the weather is cool, she'll bring a light cardigan.  You never know what the weather might be like in April, even from one hour to the next.

She gets in her car and drives across town.  It’s a different car now.  The car she had then was big and pretty.  The car she drives now is small and practical.  It’s harder to get out of the new car looking elegant, especially with heels on, since it’s so low to the ground.  But as long as she can be somewhat graceful about it, it’s not too bad.  At least she always wears panties, so she doesn't have to worry about unintentionally flashing her bits to unsuspecting passersby.

She arrives punctually and takes a minute to compose herself, checking her hair and her makeup in the rear-view mirror.  It’s not like it could have gotten messed up during the half-hour drive but she checks anyways.

She deftly gets out of the car and crosses the parking lot.  The sun is shining today and there’s a nice breeze.  If there was a patio, she’d probably sit outside but there isn’t one so she’ll be inside amongst the aromas and the not-quite-loud-enough music that ends up being nothing more than a tinny rattle piped through the speakers, providing a different ambience than intended.

As she approaches the door, she takes a deep breath and arranges what she hopes is a pleasant smile on her face.  She is greeted by a similar smile.

“Table for one?”

This was written for Mostly Fiction Monday. What's that, you ask? It's a little something Stranger and Me cooked up. You can find the story here. Today's post was inspired by the prompt Unresolved.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


Look to the future
Endless possibilities
Excitement - and fear

This is for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays 

Friday, March 2, 2012

Ready, Set, Go!

She threw the suitcase on the bed, her mind racing furiously.  What should she pack?  She didn’t have much time so she tossed in a few essentials, then checked that she had everything else: keys, wallet, passport.  She cast a quick glance at the clock, swore, then grabbed her bag and ran out the door.

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Blue Skies

As she lay on the cool, green grass looking up at the clear, blue sky, she marveled at its purity.  How wonderful it would be to be like that again – pure and untainted, calm and clear.  She had become grey and cloudy and tarnished.  She wondered what it would take to make her shine again.

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012


Power, strength and force:
German translation of Kraft.
I wish I had more...

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Too Good To Be True

You snuggled up tight behind me as we lay together.  You wrapped your arms around me and pulled me closer, surrounding me with your body.  You kissed me and whispered, “It’s ok.  I’m here.  I’ve got you.”  I felt safe and protected like never before.  That’s when I knew it was all just a dream.

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Friday, January 20, 2012


She sat there, alone, huddled against the cold.  Beneath the thickening clouds, wind howled and snow spiraled.  She looked up and saw only a shroud of white between herself and the distance.  She shivered, paused for a moment, then swiftly moved the blanket from her lap and crossed the room to turn up the heat.

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012


Sitting at my desk
waiting for inspiration.
But, alas, nothing. 

This is for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


so spectacular
but hidden by spectacles
and long eyelashes

twinkly and sparkly
a sign of new love and hope
on your ring finger

Friday, January 6, 2012


Once upon a time, there was a girl, who lived in a small town in an even smaller house.  She played and learned and dreamed.  She dreamed about the future and what her life would be like when she grew up.  But even in her wildest dreams, she never imagined it would be like this.

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.