the last apple
half for you and half for me
little blackbird
tirsdag den 31. januar 2012
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NaHaiWriMo # 19 food
a little extra paprika
in the goulash
Coincidence or…..last night I actually made goulash, while listening to this debate.
http://www.politics.hu/
onsdag den 18. januar 2012
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NaHaiWriMo # 7 haibun
Haibun: Prose Kat Creighton
With swelling clouds before them these Saturday afternoon drivers are all on their way somewhere. The traffic crawls. My eyes are beguiled by the shape shifting sky. My mood changes with the music on the radio and my mind wanders. The work left behind. The friend whose mother is ill. The husbands and wives still in love and those who aren’t. Construction always along this same curve . . . what is it they are trying to fix? Those who have passed and those still with us. Streaming sunlight unfolds from the smallest bit of blue sky. My mother always told me those rays were ushering souls into heaven. Still these dark clouds color my everything. And all these brake lights. ~ Kat Creighton
his eyes
in the rear view mirror
first snow
With swelling clouds before them these Saturday afternoon drivers are all on their way somewhere. The traffic crawls. My eyes are beguiled by the shape shifting sky. My mood changes with the music on the radio and my mind wanders. The work left behind. The friend whose mother is ill. The husbands and wives still in love and those who aren’t. Construction always along this same curve . . . what is it they are trying to fix? Those who have passed and those still with us. Streaming sunlight unfolds from the smallest bit of blue sky. My mother always told me those rays were ushering souls into heaven. Still these dark clouds color my everything. And all these brake lights. ~ Kat Creighton
his eyes
in the rear view mirror
first snow
fredag den 6. januar 2012
NaHaiWriMo # 6 daydream
NaHaiWriMo
one week with no use
of the dictionary
/
the smell
the smell
of an Orca’s breath…
daydream paddling
ocean kiss
the power
of his pull
NaHaiWriMo # 3 season words
# 3 Season Words:
Winter / first week of January
sale
all our new presents
for half
steamy windows
a long line of new faces
in the fitness club
sale
all our new presents
for half
steamy windows
a long line of new faces
in the fitness club