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Pink Shells – A Haiku

songs of the conch shell
echo from her pearl pink pith
ocean rhapsody


For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: Pink & Shell. Original photo by merkure at, digitally enhanced by Kat Myrman.

Al Desko – Friday’s Word of the Day Haibun

al desko

Today’s word of the day…Al Desko…is patterned after al fresco and was first used in the 1980’s. Its facetious meaning alludes to eating a meal at one’s desk in an office: always snacking al desko; having an al desko lunch.


Here’s a look at my al desko lunch today, as a matter of fact. It’s not much different any other week day, though the menu changes slightly. I get 30 minutes of unpaid time for lunch. But most days, the lunch hour is exactly the time when my boss needs me to write notes from the morning’s meetings or prepare presentations for the afternoon meetings. It is a rare thing for me to even leave me desk in the course of an 8-1/2 to 9 hour day; rarer still to actually finish my soup while it is still warm. But today is a good day. The boss is flying as I type somewhere over the Rockies, so I am enjoying an uninterrupted break.

We are work-a-holics here in the US. The sad truth is we are encouraged to work long hours, and do, with the hopes of gaining the boss’s attention. Positive notice is what it takes to ace an evaluation which translates into a favorable raise, not the minimum pittance required for breathing, and positions one for future opportunities as a person who “works hard and gets the job done”. Sadly, though loyalty is a thing oft cited in great reviews, companies are loath to return the favor.

I’m exhausted just thinking about it. And yet I acquiesce to”the man” hoping that I might one day be able to afford to retire. It is highly unlikely that I ever will, but I like saying the word retire and thinking that I might have a shot at it. Especially now that I’ve passed the 60’s mark.

I’m sorry. I’m afraid I have digressed a bit. The word of the day al desko has nothing to do with retiring. But here I sit, eating my healthy store-bought soup, heated in the office breakroom, with my little bag of goldfish and a cup of ice water. Dining al desko, catching up on Facebook and WordPress. Checking the news and the weather; glad that I brought my umbrella in from my car this morning. It’s going to rain this afternoon.

I’ll leave this desk around 5:30 or so, squinting as I emerge from the building at seeing the light of day outside for the first time in hours. A quick 15-20 minute trip in traffic will deposit me home where I will feed my pets, grab a bit of grub myself and then settle in for the night. All to start again at 6 am next morning when I will get up…feed the pets…and pack another al desko lunch to tide me over mid-day.

I’m shaking my head as I read this back to myself. I really do need to step away from my desk at least once during the day. It occurs to me…I need a life! 😉 At least I have words and writing to sooth the lunacy. Blogging has saved me. 🙂

Have a great week. Step away from the keyboard every now and again. You deserve it. (I say this, hoping that I’ll remember to take my own advice!)

work-a-holics dine
on bagged lunches and take-out
al desko gourmets


Dark Nights

on dark nights of soul
stars are deaf to hopeful pleas
wishes fade like ash


For Haiku Horizons Challenge, prompt word “Dark”.

Her Eulogy


She was the kind of girl who lit up a room. Not in a flashy over the top sort of way. She had a calming presence, but it was more than that. Grace perhaps? It was something special, hard to describe. I remember the first time I saw her sitting along the far edge of a room full of boisterous people, heavy into schmoozing.  She was deep in conversation with our host’s Labrador Retriever. Otis was his name I think. And Otis, well, he hung on her every word, just as I drank in her every move, breathless.

I underestimated her that first meeting, you know. Of course I made it a point to get to know her better. Wouldn’t you? She opened herself to me like an ocean, given to tidal swells of emotion, teeming with life just under the surface, fierce yet healing. I hadn’t expected to find a wild spirit beneath her calm demeanor, but it endeared her to me even more. Over the years I learned about wild things. Only one so confident, comfortable in their own skin can exude such grace. Only one so free could dance through the layers of suffering and cross over into death…and in so doing, teach us all…teach me, what it is to live.

light fading, flicker
death swept you away too soon
how graceful you were
dancing with death, like lovers,
your final breath seizing mine

For Colleen Cheseboro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge inspired by the words: Calm and Wild. Today’s offering, a Haibun/Tanka. I have only recently discovered this form and I’m really enjoying idea of marrying poetry and prose. Peace and Grace Everyone! ❤

Twittering Tale #41 – 18 July 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!

Twittering Tale #40 – The Round-Up

From Michael At Morpethroad:
Life’s like a cracked record
Same shit different day.
She picked up the photo album
Found her wedding images.
I was young once.
We all were.

From Sight11 at Journey:
Silently abused
Art of Singing continued
Devotees cherish pain

From Reena at ReInventions:
In a Time Warp
The screeching needle was stuck there, just like his life. Who, but a forgotten singer, would play a disc in the times of digital music?
(136 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:
$20,000 he spent on what was described as a flawless record. With trepidation he sat the needle down. He was in near bliss, when…skip!
(138 characters)

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses – Two Tales:
Smooth sailing or bumpy ride, the record plays it all.Ups or downs, the wheel of life, grateful that it never pauses to stand and stare.
136 characters

What is on the inside, is that it plays. The good or bad, inside of us,comes to the fore in any circumstance.
109 characters

From Sandi at Flip Flops Everyday:
*No Parking on the Dance Floor*
Hell Yeah
DJ Spin that beat
(Wiki Wiki)
Nodding head & moving feet
hip sway with a pounce
watch out for my booty bounce
Raising roof off the HOUSE
140 Characters

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila:
I couldn’t resist playing that old thing below. The needle landed the wrong way. A scratching sound was heard and my mind soar to the past.

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:
Members of the band gathered ‘round the turntable.
Mesmerized, they listened to their newest release on vinyl.
1967? Surprise. 2017!
(131 characters; 20 words)

From Edwin at Edwin’s Journal:
She was engaged in reading.
He came; put on the vinyl and stood with his hand held forth and a romantic beam.
“Remember our first dance?”

From Willow at Willowdot21:
On repeat, Dandelion ran through my head. It accompanied, homework, tears, joy and growing up. The red & grey Dansette record player.
(140 Characters)

From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words:
A Waltz [Twittering Love Story]
He sees the sparkle in her eyes when Elvis starts It’s Now or Never, like that evening of ’67, he asks her for a dance…
[121 Characters]

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:
“It’s stuck, right on her favourite track.”
“As if she wanted it to accompany her last journey.”
“When it stops, we’ll know she’s there.”

From Leena at Through my Heart Web:
He kissed slpng wife’s lips,then stabbed her on chest,played CD on Vinyl Record her fav song.Calmly said,I Loved U,U betrayed Me,I Killed U.

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:
I woke alone, the needle scraping against the record centre. A hurried note on the bedside table: “I’ll call you.”
But I knew he wouldn’t.
(138 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:
Takes me straight back, this tune ‘Smoke gets in Your Eyes’ – my husky voice, eyes smarting from those wreaths of smoke. Such fun we had. So long ago. Play it again

From Di at Pensitivity101:
It was a classic, never failed to send her to sleep.
Just wondered if she’d ever hear the end.
Good job it was on auto eject.

From Stacy at Warning the Stars:
It was well past midnight, but the champagne tickled her inhibitions.
“Go ahead, Harry,” her breath against his neck. “Play our song again.”

From Ghostmmnc at teleportingweena:
*None Left Behind*
click – tss
click – tss
click – tss
No one was left to change the record
When the Rapture occurred
No one was left behind
character count = 121

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:
She woke up to the sound of her favourite song. Half-awake, she sunk deeper into her pillow.
Then she jumped up. Who turned on the player?
(139 characters)

From Varad at L.E.R.T.:
‘Egwabaa..gabbadwe..’ the old record spun
‘Discard’, thought Ronan, irritated
‘Few minutes more’, the evil inside it argued
He had no choice.
140 Characters

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
He was just going round in circles, not getting anywhere. Just as he thought of a brilliant plan, a huge black disc fell and squashed him.
(138 characters)

From Kalpana at Gemini in the Sky:
The metal pin touched the disc, screeching,
music sprang to life,
this anniversary he has no partner to jive,
Shhh, her spirit is watching.

And starting us off, my tweet from last week…

She couldn’t bring herself to right the needle. Was she depressed? Maybe. Monotony helped her sleep.
(139 Characters)

Wow! I loved the Twitter Tales this week. Your tales spun off in so many directions! Mystery, romance, intrigue, supernatural, thrillers, nostalgia, faith, irony, melancholy! As always…not meaning to sound like a “broken record” but…you all are amazing! 🙂

This week’s photo is one I took on a dreary trip last week. I was on my way home from a funeral. How serendipitous of the weather to accommodate my mood! I’m looking forward to what you all do with it. A silver lining perhaps! 😉

Have a great week…smooth sailing and sunny skies. See you next week!

Twittering Tale #41 – 18 July 2017

“Hi…I’m gonna be late…traffic…and this damn storm…”

“They’re here. Got ’em some coffee…and…”

“Good. Tell them I’m…oh shit!”


(135 Characters)

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