Monthly Archives: June 2017

What Remains

when broken hearts bleed
with love flames unrequited
smoldering remains


For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge prompted by the words ember (smoldering remains) and flame.

Secrets – Magnetic Poetry Monday

secrets are

breathy murmurs 

that root deep into

the soul of a willing

listener who must

never say it…only

wither in quiet



(Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit

Twittering Tale #37 – 27 June 2017


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

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

The Round-Up – Twittering Tale #36 – 20 June 2017


Photo by Tyler Hendy at

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:

Yummy kebabs* at last! Hungry eyes looked on, not wanting to disappoint, he called out, “Hey! let’s share it between the two of us”.
(134 characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:

She said she’d meet me at the last table.
I waited.
It grew late.
She didn’t show.
Humiliation takes on a sad look.
So many having fun.
Not me.
(139 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:

He had come there after ten years, only to reminisce of old times. Suddenly, he caught sight of the girl in a yellow shirt. He felt the past moving towards him, once again.

From Radhika at Radhika’s Reflections:

The doctor had given up all hope on her ailing child. The mother brought her son out for dinner, probably their last meal together!
(133 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:

He sat where they used to sit, ordered what they used to eat, people watched as they used to do.
God, how he missed her.
(119 characters)

From Soul Connection at Through My Heart’s Web:

At same place to celebrate Love Anniversary with same coffee.I am here,sadly you left world.I knw you are always with Me in my Heart n Soul.

From Susmita at Uniquesus:

He was to meet his first love at the old café they used to haunt together decades ago. How would she look now he wondered?
(123 characters)

From Lorraine at in 25 words more or less:

sliver of a van Gogh moment
blurring cafés and centuries
waiting for Theo; waiting for you
turning right to left; death to life
(125 characters; 23 words)

I arrive early; reconnoiter
he is leaning against wall
looking casual
I blend into neon blur
to watch before
we meet; first date
(123 characters; 23 words)

From Michael at Flawed Masterpieces:

I sat waiting for Jerry to arrive with my banana, only to discover a kielbasa. That was when I knew I was in a someone else’s story…

From Stacy at Warning the Stars:

“Ahh,” Jenny greeted each sidewalk cafe the same.
She would unload her books, drink java, and dream beneath the streetlights of the city.
From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
The man at the bar who brought her a drink was dreamy. She felt love at first sight, but the world started blurring as they stepped outside.
From Sight11 at Journey:

As I walk towards my home..
I see some empty chairs..
Waiting outside of a restaurant…
A smile emerges on my face..
For a person I know..
Is getting Tormented by the same fate..
As these chairs wait for someone..
My wife waits for me..
At our home.

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:

Excellent brandy!
The far tables were already disappearing.
He ordered another bottle, knowing full well that he would never have to pay.
(137 characters)

From John at Broadsides:

From my driver’s seat I see they drink alcohol, they wear short skirts, and they blaspheme. Infidels! The safety bollards are on the wrong side. I will go to paradise

From Willow at Willowdot21:

Working her tables being the sweetest waitress ever. This was a lucrative hunting area. There’s always plenty of prey for a thirsty Vampire.
(140 Characters )

And starting us off, my tale:

“Great!” she mumbled, before slipping away unnoticed, “Stuart from the mailroom.”
Stuart waited two hours. His blind date never showed.
(136 Characters)

A fine collection of tales this week. As always, we had a variety of takes ranging from romance and melancholy to horror…and there was even one tale that referenced the previous week’s prompt. What fun! Thanks to everyone who joined the challenge. This week a photo I took at the shopping center near my home. These fellows caught my attention. This is not a job I could ever see myself doing. My legs turn to noodles when I am too far off the ground. So tell me, what is their story? Remember 140 characters or less in your tell-all tale. Have fun! See you at next week’s round-up!

Twittering Tale #37 – 27 June 2017


Photo by Kat Myrman

Took the job for the pay and benefits. Now they want us to spy on the public. It’s my last day; training the newbie. If people only knew.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 25 June 2017

Happy Sunday! Today’s Shi Sai reads like story. I have grown to love fiction. I was never a fan before I started blogging. Oh, I’d read a few novels here and there. There are compulsory tomes that we are assigned in school. I read them, sort of. My attention span never let me dive too deeply into the guts of a story. I got distracted and bored. When I discovered “Cliff Notes” I shifted happily to the classics light and fared quite well when tasked with writing book reports.

Now this is not to say that I wasn’t a reader. I gobbled up poetry and shorts, non-fiction and essays. Imagine my delight when I discovered the concept of flash fiction! I didn’t even know it was a thing until I started blogging. And I discovered that fiction can be a series of life snippets. Each chapter of a book is a snapshot, a zoom-in view of the panoramic whole. The good ones have cliff hangers, or at least a tease to launch you to the next.

And fiction, when we know it is fiction can transport us from the realities of our own drama. It gives us an opportunity to reflect. To find gratitude in the fact that things could be different in our own lives, better or worse. Even when the story is all too familiar it offers us the consolation that we are not alone; that someone, somewhere lived through what we are experiencing…and lived to tell it.

So I am a reformed non-fiction junkie. There is great power and inspiration to be found in the web of a well-crafted tale. And there is no one more surprised than me to duscover that I enjoy crafting a story now and again. I hope I do the genre justice. I’ve have even toyed with the idea of writing a novel, or a novelette at the very least. Who’d a thought?!

Have a great week! May your story this week leave you inspired. May there not be too many unfortunate events or unsettling plot twists. l hope to see you at the end of this chapter next week. Until then, here’s a glimpse at this week’s look back…

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 25 June 2017

blue to bitter, raining
his blind date never showed
the truth comes to light
may appear larger than life
even if the time is short
when did the rock-a-bye bough break
he just didn’t know it yet.
There, there. Don’t resist.
language is an art
cannot be trusted
ice on my lips
a thousand lies
if only’s
bright to dark
dreams that come to life
fate didn’t agree


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.


It was still there, just as he remembered; that grotesque eagle statue that “looked like it had been spray painted gold”. Her words. She made him laugh. That’s when their eyes met and he found the courage to ask her to join him.

The cafe on the corner was gone. Well, the building was still there, but the space had become a trendy clothing shop.

It was crazy, but he was sure he could smell coffee in the air and a hint of her perfume. “Jasmine”, she had told him, like her name. Crazy.

“Jazz?” He whispered. But there was no one there.

So many things had changed since that day. They’d shared a wonderful life. Made a home, raised three amazing kids. He had always assumed he would go first. Fate didn’t agree.

So now here he was, fulfilling a promise that he would go back, have a coffee and check on their old friend, Guido, the eagle.

He tipped his hat toward the old bird. “It’s all your fault you know. If you hadn’t been so gawd awful looking she might never have noticed me.” Then he laughed out loud. “Thanks Jazzy girl. You knew I needed that.”

(200 Words)

For Sunday’s Photo Fiction challenge inspired by this photo by our host Al.

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