Always connected
Mobile phones are relentless
I need to unplug!
kat ~ 2 April 2016
A haiku for TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge prompt: Phone. Read other haiku or enter your own HERE.
Always connected
Mobile phones are relentless
I need to unplug!
kat ~ 2 April 2016
A haiku for TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge prompt: Phone. Read other haiku or enter your own HERE.

Gone
imagining you gone | as fogs hovers
i still hear your whispers | dripping with dew
your breath | a gentle breeze
warming my neck | infused by fragrance
the brush of your lips | sweetness blossoming
against my skin | spring on the wind
imagining you gone | sun muted by the gray
pierces my heart | remnants of night
rendering me inconsolable | causing the doves to mourn
kat ~ 31 March 2016
As promised, my second rendering of this interesting poetry form…the Cleave Poem. One should be able to read the left column, right column and each line across as a combined thought giving you three distinct poems. An interesting challenge indeed.
To learn more about the Cleave poem or to give it a try yourself, click HERE to Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge.
Politicians hawk their brand, | To the media talking heads
Snake oil purveyors | who clamor for the latest dirt
whose loyalty is sold | because dirt sells advertising
to the highest bidder… | where truth doesn’t matter…
vile bottom feeders | just don’t call yourselves journalists!
kat ~ 30 March 2016
To learn more about the Cleave poem or to give it a try yourself, click HERE to Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge.

Photo Credit: S Writings
“Sarah! Sarah!” she called, but the ‘boom, boom, boom’ of the marching band’s drum section was deafening.
Deb’s heart was racing. She retraced their steps, through the crowds toward the town square. The last people she wanted to involve was the police, but she was desperate.
“Sir,” Deb pleaded to the officer, “I’ve lost my 5 year-old. Her name is Sarah. I’ve looked everywhere. I can’t find her!”
“You said her name was Sarah?”
“Yes, Sarah…she’s 5. She has a pink t-shirt…and blue jeans.”
“Well that might explain this note. We found it attached to one of the painted display cows.”
The officer watched Deb intently as she read, “I have Sarah, Deb. You know she belongs with me. The courts awarded me custody. Jon”
“Is the note true, ma’am?”
“Yes…” Deb mumbled in defeat.
“I think you better come with me. Jon is pressing charges.”
kat ~ 29 March 2016
(173 Words)
A story for FFfAW (Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer) Photo Prompt. Thanks to PJ (Priceless Joy) for hosting. Read other stories HERE.