NaBloPoMo 2012


Unplanned, unchecked


Unadulterated, unbridled


Rain and wind

Thunder and lightning

Whirling, swirling fury

Of the Gods

Wind-swept majesty

Here on Earth

Mama’s Losin’ It

This post is linked up over at Mama’s Losing It.  The prompt?  Write a poem inspired by the word: Storm.


A Childhood Prank

“The doorbell rang.  And that’s how it happened,” Jemma says to her friend calmly.  “That’s how I turned into a psychic.”

“With a doorbell?” her friend asks.

“Not just a doorbell, but a childhood prank gone wrong.  A simple thing.  Ring the bell and run.  Except it didn’t turn out to be so simple.”

“What happened?”

“Ice and snow happened.  Winter break and a child’s stupidity happened, ” Jemma says and smiles mysteriously.

“But no one can tell the future,” her friend protests.

“It’s about to start snowing,” Jemma says with confidence.

Outside the coffee shop, snow began to fall.

Today’s post is linked up to the Red Writing Hood prompt over at Write on Edge.  The prompt?  Holidays and a doorbell.  Visit and give the other bloggers some holiday cheer!

NaBloPoMo 2011

A Chance Encounter

Pulling her coat closer around her Sarah looks left then right.  She scans the crowd for the red jacket she glimpsed out of the corner of her eye.  Her heart beats faster.  Stephen?  Here?

She’s tempted to shout his name.  Would he welcome the intrusion or recoil from her in disgust?

A light drizzle begins to fall from the gray, overcast sky.  The man in the red jacket turns and scans the crowd.  She puts her hand on the door of the shop and struggling tugs it open.

Stephen slowly turns and continues walking.  She breathes a sigh of relief.

photo of a rainy day
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