Monthly Archives: December 2015

Fortnight – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

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Word of the Day from Dictionary.com

Happy Friday to you! Today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day is “Fortnight”. Though not a word commonly used here in the U.S. it is one of those lovely old English words that is good to keep in one’s poetry vocabulary data bank. How much more fluid it is to say a fortnight rather than fourteen days, two weeks or bi-weekly. A bit of history below and then a few haiku for you. Have a great weekend!

Origin of Fortnight:

From Wikipedia: A fortnight is a unit of time equal to 14 days (2 weeks). The word derives from the Old English: fēowertyne niht, meaning “fourteen nights”.

From the Oxford Dictionary:  Although an Old English word, night comes ultimately from the same root as Latin nox, the source of equinox (Late Middle English) and nocturnal (Late Middle English). Fortnight (Old English) is an Old English contraction of ‘fourteen nights’, and reflects an ancient Germanic custom of reckoning time by nights rather than days.

Fortnight – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku

1-
Fourteen days and nights
‘Tis a fortnight I am told…
I call it two weeks.

2-
Radiant Luna wanes
a full fortnight, fair to gloom
from madness to muse.

kat ~ 11 December 2015


Best Laid Plans…

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Luther Siler

 
Lauren had planned the perfect birthday party for her precious Megan. 

At two, Megan was all about birds! Big birds, little birds, ducks and even chickens! She loved cockadoodle-dooing!

The guests had all arrived. Lauren’s brother Joe waited in the kitchen dressed in a rooster costume. 

Everyone sang “Happy Birthday” and Joe came in with the cake. Megan let out a blood curdling, terrified scream. Joe quickly lost the suit! 

It wasn’t the response Lauren had hoped for. After that day it was understood, Megan liked her birds safely captured inside the pages of her books, not bigger than life!

kat ~ 9 December 2015

(100 Words)

This story my entry in Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Story Challenge for December 11th. If you would like to read other stories or enter your own, click HERE.


It has Returned!

Aptly prompted “Return” Benedict Nicholson of A Hopelessly Wandering Mind has returned to his popular Six Word Challenge. If you’d like to see other stories or participate, click HERE. Welcome back Ben! 🙂

Here’s my Story:

“Home looked smaller than she remembered.”

kat – 9 December 2015


A Letter to my International Friends

letter_wide-114373157624ef432f57452b56c2eb19289fd314-s6-c30A Letter to my International Friends,

I really hate discussing politics. I’d much rather write flash fiction stories or wax poetic about nature or other things equally benign, but I feel my hand has been forced this week. It’s unavoidable really. And I do hope you’ll read my letter, because there is something I’d like you to know about me.

I am not an American who agrees with our latest political leader wannabe, Donald Trump and others, that we should close our borders to every Muslim person in the world. And while we’re on the topic, that goes for our neighbors in Mexico and the Syrian Refugees who seek haven here. I don’t believe that hiding behind our borders or giving in to our fears makes us safer. It’s important to me that you know I am not part of that America. The America I live in is welcoming to the stranger, a haven for the refugee and inclusive to all.

And I am not an American who believes that the poor are solely responsible for their plight. That they just need to stop being poor by pulling themselves up by their boot straps and start working. Some of the hardest working people I know can’t afford a roof over their head or food for their table because they do not earn a living wage. The corporate lobbiests and many politicians don’t believe in helping the poor. They believe that the poor are moochers and lazy. But I need you to know that I believe that this is immoral and wrong and simply not true, at least in the America that I live in.

I am not an American who believes that women need to be treated differently and in many cases, less than, in our society. This equates to less pay, limited access to health care and limited control over their bodies and lives. The America that I believe in supports equality for women in all ways…period.

I live in the America that seeks to divide, exclude and deny rights to people who are different. But I need you to know that even though I live in this America, I don’t believe in doing any of those things. I don’t feel the need to exercise my own personal rights to the exclusion of others.  And I certainly don’t believe that it is right to use my rights to deny someone else theirs. I believe the civil war was settled 150 years ago. That it is a sad page of history from our past, but that it should remain in the past. The America I live in knows that when the rights of one person are threatened or denied, everyone’s rights are at risk.

I suspect that you may get the impression that America is a wild-west gun-toting dangerous place. With a whopping 270 million to 310 million guns owned in this country I can understand why you might believe this. But in truth that number represents only about 37% of our total population (according to the Pew Research Center). I am one of the 63% that don’t own a weapon. I support the 2nd amendment and a citizen’s right to own a gun. But I think we should be doing a much better job of monitoring and managing those who should not own a gun based on mental health or criminal record status…and I believe that there are certain kinds of weapons, meant only for killing people, not hunting for food, or personal protection, that shouldn’t be sold on the free market. If I’m being totally honest, I am pretty scared of that 37%.

The America I believe in would provide health care to all as a right, not a privilege for only those who can afford it. It would provide a quality education for our young people, including college. It would ensure that all children be given the best possible start in life, with continuing support along the way. I’ve been watching some of you other countries. And you’re getting it right. Maybe it’s because you’ve been around a bit longer. We’re rather new in this being a nation thing. And I admit that we have a lot to learn. I do hope that one day we too can get it right.

Thank you for reading my letter. I know that the other America, the loud one, is getting a lot of press these days, but I want you to know that there are more people like me. And while I feel the need to apologize for the ugliness and hate you see spewing from our shores…and I do apologize, please know that there are also those of us who really do want to get along…who believe we are part of the human race that includes all the peoples of the world…not just our little corner of it. And I hope you know that like many of you, we wish and hope for peace.

Signed,

Me…kat…a voice from the America that is not blasted in the media

p.s. now I think I will get back to my poetry and prose. 🙂

 

 

 


Forever Friends

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Photo Credit:  Louise, the Author of The Storyteller’s Abode

 

They hadn’t seen each other in 50 years. Margie, a widow, had four children, twice as many grandchildren, and a great-grand on the way. Alma and her husband were never blessed with their own children, but she had devoted her life to teaching. She always said she was mother to hundreds. Tessa and her Stanley had a son. Margie and Alma, the entire country for that matter, knew John. He had pursued an acting career and had become a leading man in many feature films…a real heart throb. There was a lot of catching to do for these three best friends who’d once shared a flat while attending university.

When they saw each other for the first time in the plaza, they stopped in place, launched into their favorite song, a chart-topper, “You’ve lost the lovin’ feeling…oh oh that lovin’ feeling…” then giggled like school girls.  As you might suspect, their conversation picked up as if the years and distance had never separated them.

Wouldn’t you like to be a fly near that café table!

kat ~ 8 December 2015
(175 Words)

This story was prompted by the photo featured above as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer’s (FFfAW) Weekly Challenge. If you would like to read other stories or participate yourself, click HERE.