Noises – Collecting Detail

The Weekly Writing Challenge from The Daily Post is about "glimmers of a beginning" of a story. (more pictures in a gallery below) THIS WEEK’S CHALLENGE To recap, here’s what to do for the challenge. As always, feel free to adapt the challenge as you see fit. The object is to get you writing: Pick …

Pretty Bird, Pretty Bird – Haiku Catchoo! (Final Fifth)

Balanced lightly there On springy evergreen limb Ornamental perch Author's Notes... I have loved watching the birds at the feeders my dad keeps stocked with seed in the cold months ever since I can remember.  It is a habit now to notice birds on the ground, on the railings, in the sky, on the water, …

Caring Strangers – Haiku Catchoo! (Quartus)

Sand grain memories... They seem friendly to me, this Table of strangers Author's Notes... Each day of this Weekly Writing Challenge by The Daily Post about haiku poetry, I chose something to write about an event which struck me on that day.  These last few years, holidays are always difficult with my grandfather.  His Alzheimer's …

Winter Warmth – Haiku Catchoo! (Part III)

Tug- upsy-daisy! In friendly lap held snugly Warm in wintertime Author's Notes... Warmth is just one great reason to snuggle up as the weather turns colder; save energy, cuddle often.  Lovers, friends, and family ought to take the opportunities presented by the holiday season to get closer on all levels, in my not-so-humble opinion.  Closeness …

Slick Speed Game – Haiku Catchoo! (Round Two)

How fast can I go? The slickness is easily Misjudged. Careful now! Author's Notes... Ah, driving in winter.  Can't remember how many people I counted in the ditch yesterday afternoon and evening once the snow had stopped falling.  Just because snow is not actively falling from the sky does not mean you can go normal …

That Frozen Instant – Haiku Catchoo!

Bite of wintry wind Heralds craftsman of tiny Crystalline wonders Author's Notes... Having lived in Michigan the majority of my life, it is easy for me to recognize the precise point at which the chill air on my cheeks is below freezing.  That instantaneous realization seemed the perfect moment to capture in this Weekly Writing …

Pulsing Lights – Moved by Music

I like my music loud.  I don't care if it's a blood-pounding set by Metallica or the sultry voice of Michael Bublé charming a smile out of me on my worst day, I want to feel drenched in the sound to my very bones and the center of my chest.  Yeah, I tend to be …