Poetry & Prose

Tanka Thursday

Tanka Thursday

A tanka is a five-line poem, unrhymed and having units of five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables. Here are some of my first attempts…

Spring, Halted

Spring, Halted

The photograph is fading with age, tinted antique-gold after years of being on my desk. Only the scarf remains its original shade, glorious brown…

Swim

Swim

Swimming at sunset in pink-hued waters, arched shoulders and tanned expanse of arms illuminated by the sweeping spotlight of the sun’s last fickle rays….

Summers at the Isle

Summers at the Isle

Seagulls glide across the isle as day fades into night, painting a watercolour sunset across the ocean. Running along the coastline, tendrils of sand-crusted hair…

I Write

I Write

A prose poem Loose sheets of manila brown paper imprinted with fading black ink, hastily stuffed into drawers, pockets, crisp paperbacks. I hide, hoard,…

By the Window

By the Window

Shafts of light stream in, meander over musty mahogany. Dust dances, lingers in the air like unspoken words over the table– he inhales, exhales,…

Remember

Remember

  ♦ A Short Story ♦ Dusk swept over the pool, adding a soft rose-grey tinge to the water. Lynn emerged from the pool,…

Journey

Journey

The song comes on, vintage soundtrack of yesteryear— bringing back memories of attic hideaways and late-night rendezvous— lyrics of a dream replayed, each word…