I stand here quietly, not moving in the middle of this smooth stream flow, listening to the water drift beneath the overhanging canopy of young and ancient trees, and to the many birds singing high and clear, the resonance of their different melodies wandering through this peaceful place of momentary refuge, echoing off the valley…

Here’s the theme for this month’s contest: respite. You can either write a haiku, or you can write a piece that’s exactly 100 words. Good luck 🙂

“Sorry, you can’t sit here lanai is for customers.” “I ordahed tree sprites!” “You’ve been waiting long.” “But we don’t serve tree sprites here.” “Fine! Den tree fruit punch!!”

I was hard on toys,” she says. “Especially dolls and teddy bears. The things that matter most to me . . . I’ve never trusted they would last.” She swirls her spoon in her coffee. She doesn’t look up. “I abused the toys I loved. I pulled off the arms and ears, the buttons. I…

The bridegroom awaits the appointed hour only the Heaven’s creator knows. The shofar will sound around the world and the Angels will shout, when the feast of trumpets is nigh. Those asleep beneath will wake and those alive will hear. His bride we are and soon we’ll wed caught up in the air to meet;…

“‘I miss you-er company’ fell rather short of explanation or apology,” he offers. “It was intended to,” she replies. “Why apologize? What’s to explain?” “Don’t you think what happened deserves more? Or better?” he suggests. “Here,” she says. “Read this.”       Haiku 2 U And, But, Or, So Why, where, when? Who? Why? Why? U’n…

     The car’s exhaust fumes blast me and gravel spits at my feet. I stand alone in the dark. How can you leave someone like this?      I know it’s the words. The words you always regret. Words that fly out of your mouth when you’re at your worst. Words that are blurted out in such a…

Okay, here we go for July. The theme this month is “waiting.” You can either write a haiku, or you can write a 100 word piece — exactly 100 words. Don’t forget to click the Year of the Ram button when you submit your piece. Mahalo.

Early moon sighting, A sliver of white silver, I seek your magic.

FROM THE WILD PLACE Mother Earth and Father Sky thrown from the chaos of Po; the wild place, dark and deep. Being two halves of the same whole. One above and one below eternally touching on an infinite horizon. Opposing and embracing, opposing and embracing, taming the riot. Rocks, trees, fish, man woman created- gradually…