haiku: Art All Night

 

Art All Night fills me

 

with a warmth even this Spring

 

can barely equal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Magnetic Poetry

 

I will explore this universe

drink every lucious drop

of berry sweet magic

fresh sacred beauty sprouting

in my secret garden heart



haiku

 

Cherry blossom snow

 

is a sure sign of Spring and

 

there's no shoveling.

 

 

haiku (with Jay)

 

gray subway masses,

 

all alone together, just

 

trying to get home

 

 

By: Jay and Osquer - February 2, 2013

Photo by: Jay

 



55 Fiction Friday

"More brandy, Randy!" she roared in a most unprincess-like manner.

"Randal," muttered the wizard under his breath, but he said nothing more as, with a complicated twiddle of his wand, he produced a bottle of Napoleon brandy from thin air.  This was quite a trick considering Napoleon Bonaparte wouldn't be born for another seven centuries.

haiku

 

Feral daffodils

 

where a home was demolished -

 

we "rescue" the bulbs.

 

Photo by: Osquer
 

55 Fiction Friday

Employing Jonathan Livingston Seagull thinking, I strained to believe I could fit inside the keyhole, that I was standing in the keyhole.  Suddenly I was.

I couldn't believe it.

I was dreaming which meant I could control things, could even fly! 

That's how I fell thirty-three inches to my death. It was no dream.

haiku

 

Mothering my lone

 

daffodil bud, I bundle

 

it up on cold nights.

 

Photo by: Osquer

 



www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [smudge]

I tried as hard as i could not to smudge the ink as i carried the manuscript across the room to the drying shelves. I’d been a novice for only nine days and i’d screwed up something on all of them. Thank goodness God forgives.

55 Fiction Friday

"No! Stop!" she cried.

He couldn't understand her words, but he could tell he shouldn't pull her any further.  He dug deeper into the snow and found she had been tied by the wrists behind a horse.  He'd just found the only survivor of an avalanche, the prettiest piece of Viking plunder he'd ever seen.

55 Fiction Friday

"I can't breathe underwater, idiot!" she spat at me after she'd struggled to the surface.  "I'm a mammal!"

And with a contemptuous slap of her flukes, the mermaid twisted out of the net from which I'd been trying to free her. She disappeared beneath the waves leaving me both drenched and disappointed on the shore.

haiku

I was as surprised

by the first robins as they

were by the last snow.

haiku

 

Last night's snow drips and

 

 

crackles, sounding like today's

 

 

breakfast cereal.




Haiku (for Punxsutawney Phil)

Snow approaches in

the shadow of the Groundhog's

faulty prediction.

haiku - Pi Day

 

Trying to banish

 

the remnants of Winter, I

 

spend Pi Day baking.

 

55 Fiction Friday

He placed his hand on the black book I had pulled from my inside jacket pocket.

"Do you swear the information you have given is true and accurate, so help you God?"

"I do," he averred.

As he walked away, my partner whispered, "You carry a bible with you?"

"Actually, it's an Alcoholics Anonymous handbook."

Haiku for Jay

After long absence,

the sound of your snoring is

music in the night.

Haiku

Softly, the heat hums

from the baseboards as I search

for my other sock.

www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [stalled]

I stood there, my mind completely stalled, my jaw hanging loose. I managed to close it before I started to drool. I’d never seen such a beautiful sushi bar in my entire life and since I hadn’t eaten in 72 hours or more, I nearly wept with joy.

Haiku

With a cold, in the

cold, I feel old, truth be told.

Got chicken soup?  Sold!

Photo by: Osquer