Waiting for Spring One Shot Wednesday

You appear so still
little movement
nothing crawls

Even in the deadest day
winter life is alive
underneath it all

Rushing waters
held in place
since snows late last fall

Tiniest seeds
ready to burrow
opening up big and tall

I will hear
 the sounds of life
as beauty and spring calls



thanks to the people at One Shot Wednesday for another  week of poetry.

Caught in a Crack ( Flash Fiction)

I heard you clearly the night we met

Those 4 inch heels hard to forget

They caught in a crack lucky for me

Fortunately my arms were free

We danced and swayed in the act of love

Always another step we hadn’t thought of

Why am I hearing retreating step

We haven’t loved enough yet

Join myself and others at G-Man's Flash Fiction.

Photo Credit: Axel Rouvin http://www.flickr.com/photos/evdaimon/2081136112/

The perfect asset (Friday Flash Fiction)

She sauntered with confidence into the interview

perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect...

She knew she would land the job

Her interviewer was a man after all

She slipped one stilettoed heel off

 as he had his eyes on her...

while she…

No need to think with his head

he knew she'd be the perfect asset

Join in by writing a story in 55 character and then post to the  G-Man's Flash Fiction Friday site.

An Adventure - Friday Flash Fiction

"He was quite the adventurer."

 they had always said.

He had traversed the Serengeti and wasn't found dead

in some cockroach hotel in Khadhir.

Then when she came near

why did his heart pound.

Trepidation of women he had never found

himself in this world

 where his heart unfurled

just begging to explore her topography. 

Thanks to Koen Muurling for the photo

I Hate This for One Shot Wednesday

You say you love me
then what is she?
only your brightest rays

You say you need me
too busy with her
you don't talk to me for days

I say I love you

but trying to think

of the heart  I've mislaid

I say just leave me
my pain  more comforting
than weak love's display

The End of ... (Sunday 160)

She looks in his eyes-

"Darling will this be the end?

I can't bare the thought.

Why can't we turn back the time

and start over?

We should have won the championship."

 Monkey Man hosts a Sunday 160 (flash fiction) on his site - Please join us.

Frozen Frame - Friday Flash Fiction

Bereft -It was going to be a lonely night

his wife was gone to Florida to see her mom

she would be gone for weeks

Wait hold that frame rewind

the beers were in the fridge 

the guys were coming 

and you never knew what or who might pop up

three weeks to

P-A -R-T-Y




This is my first attempt at flash fiction. 


Thanks to Andrew Hitchcock for his photo