Monthly Archives: November 2017

The Round-up

photo by Tobias Keller via Unsplash

The Round-up

“I never thought I’d be rounding up cattle like a Cowboy!” Hannah chirped from the rear of the team.

“You are more like a Cowgirl, sis” her brother quipped, “but the most important thing is that you are here and we are giving these guys a new life at Harmony Farms.”

Hannah smiled, settling into the saddle, “I couldn’t imagine one of these babies on someone’s plate at the local steakhouse!”

~kat

(A disclaimer…I am a vegetarian, 😉 and this is how I imagine cattle rustling.)

A Three Line Tale inspired by the photo above.


Finer Things

PHOTO PROMPT © ROCHELLE WISOFF-FIELDS

Madge was a hoarder. Not the type of hoarder that boosts the ratings of reality TV, but as she’d declare, “Darling, I am a collector of fine things.”

After she passed, Sarah, her youngest daughter, drew the short straw that decided who would tackle the task of sorting through ‘mom’s junk’.

“Have fun Sarah-Bear,” they taunted as they left.

It wasn’t long before Sarah discovered a treasure trove of family memorabilia: hand-made cards, baby teeth, locks of hair, photographs. Unable to part with any of it, Sarah loaded her car.

Apparently, collecting fine things runs in the family.

~kat

97 Words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers challenge based on her photo above called ‘Closet’.


All That Jazz

When Swinging was Jive
Jitterbuggers Lindy-Hopped
Boogie-Woogie Jazz!

~kat

For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word, Swing.


The Long Winter


“In each of us there is another whom we do not know.” Carl Jung

how does one
measure life’s seasons
count the years
sixty-one
or two hundred forty-four
slipping into black

~kat

A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie Sunday Writing Prompt.


I Don’t Believe You


you say I
could fix
this…if I cared
enough…an
apology is
all it takes to
make things
right, to damn
the water
hemorrhaging
under the broken
bridge, to
erase the ugly
words, to absolve
me of my
truth that you
can’t bear
to hear, but
you should
know, I don’t
believe you

~kat

A 52 word poem for Sacha’s 52 Weeks in 52 Words Writespiration Challenge with the prompt phrase, “I don’t believe you.”