Monthly Archives: May 2017

The Fixer-Upper

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll


“It has potential.”

“Um, if you say so.”

“Picture this John. The kitchen goes here.” Molly tossed a shelf out of the way, sweeping her arms to display her vision. “This space is perfect for an open floor plan. Just look at those rafters! The bathroom is already plumbed. We just need new fixtures and…and…”

“Molly, you said ‘we’. You remember I’m an accountant right? I don’t know anything about…”

Molly laughed and nuzzled into him, “I know, silly. We can afford a contractor at this price. So…?

He couldn’t say no. “Well, looks like we bought a warehouse house!”

~kat
(100 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction challenge inspired by this photo by  J. Hardy Carroll.


Queen of Hearts

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she wears a heart of sterling silver,  pulsing, throbbing, blood-gorged sinew,
bejeweled art on a gilded, dainty chain, bleeding, breaking, burning, skipping,
a filigreed, embellished reproduction, nestled deep beneath bone and flesh.
it dangles from her neck for all to see, sometimes she wears her heart on her sleeve
it’s just an illusion, a token, messy emotions, hot, cold, spewing, searing,
that says, “love of mine, remember me”, the dark, the light, fierce honesty, authenticity.
dreamers wear hearts of sterling silver, it takes a strong, fearless soul to bear it.

Peace and Love,
~ kat

(A Cleave Poem – To be read three ways. Column One, top to bottom; Column Two, top to bottom and each line across, top to bottom.)


Twittering Tales #31 – 23 May 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #30 – The Round-Up

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Photo titled “Calm” from Pixabay.com

From Michael at Morpethroad:

It was a symbol she knew it instantly.

Fate was tipping in her favour?

He’ll be pleased she thought as she stripped off, clean undies and all. 

(140 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:

“The laws of physics do not govern the world”, opined the lady “Art and artists will always have their way.” The water in the glass smirked.

(140 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:

In anger the witch slammed the glass of water hard on the table, unleashing her frozen spell. Unfortunately, she forgot to exempt herself.

(137 Characters)

From Soul Connection at Through My Heartweb:

He never believed Planchet,Friends forced to join.Mins later,moment he removed finger frm a coin,Half filled Glass on table started Shaking.

(140 Characters)

From Willow at Willow 21:

It was a silent  still night the moon was full he could count the stars.
On the table his glass began to wobble he knew at once, avalanche.
(139 Characters)

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:

A sip is all, to quench our thirst,
Need we worry about the glass being half empty or full?
Or is it for others that we are concerned?
(133 Characters)

From Di at Pensitivity:

Forever an optimist, half full or half empty, she knew where to top her glass up.

However, getting the angle right was another matter.

(133 characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:

“Small earthquake, I guess,” she shrugged.

The ghost sighed. He’s been giving her signs ever since she summoned him. She’s never noticed.

(136 characters)

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:

Sent remembories, he twitted.

She blinked back the past: “up” Magnetic Hill and Indigo Girls.

Bittersweet magic; his twisted glass of road trips.

(142; 23)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:

The mother of all hangovers, yet again. He was getting too old for this. Reached for the water… oops! Could’a sworn that glass was level.

137 characters

…and my twitter tale:

“It’ll be fun,” he said. 3 days at sea, 4 more to go, she glanced at the glass of water on the table. The thought of a sip made her sick!
(137 Characters)

Great Job everyone! Another fine roundup. You all have quite the imaginations! 😉 On to this week’s photo prompt from Pixabay. I figure this guy has a few stories to tell. Hope you have fun with this one. See you next week!

Twittering Tales #31 – 23 May 2017

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“Police” from Pixabay.com

Some retirement! After 40 years, all he got was a gold watch and a “good luck.” But he felt useful and it was better than bagging groceries.

~kat
(140 Characters)


Grounded – Magnetic Poetry Monday

lonely, fat bird…
what are you doing
rustling here in the
leaves? don’t you
know night is long
and sanctuary is
always above?

~kat
A true story. I came home to find this lost little soul wandering in my yard…I hope she finds her way home…

(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 21 May 2017


I’m not sure what to make of this week’s ReVerse. It started out so sweet, twisting into darkness but in the end, a glimmer of hope.

It’s rather like looking into a mirror. Sometimes our best intentions go awry. Sometimes when we think we’re doing the right thing for all the right reasons we realize the reasons become more important than the right thing.

I apologize if all this seems a bit nonsensical. I don’t mean for it to be. One thing I do know for certain. There is always hope. No matter how dark things get. No matter how bleak the prospect of overcoming the impossible seems, there is hope for healing and restoration.

And if things don’t eventually work out as you hoped they would, there is grace in tiny doses to help you through your dark night of soul. There is always grace.

We are complicated beings. It’s true, we sometimes appear to be one extreme or the other…good or bad, dark or light. I suppose the honest truth of being authentic means recognizing that we have the propensity for both sides. It is the stinging stark reality of looking in the mirror and seeing ourselves as flawed that leads us to the greatest revelation of all. And eventually to grace, forgiveness and healing. Not from some ethereal other, but from ourselves. Only then can we find it in ourselves to love others truly, unconditionally. Only then.

Peace, love and healing to you this week. Be gentle with yourself. ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 21 May 2017

She cares for us always
Pure Love feels like this
She glanced at the glass of water
la femme bête noire
nested they, in great arch-trees
when you are at a crossroad
…it was bedlam
Something sweet, but not too sweet.
leave mothering to others
fools with no conscience
always open to healing

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.