Okay, gentle readers — fair warning. This week the editors at Trifecta challenged us with a word that might offend your sensibilities. If that is so, please do not read further. If you choose to read beyond the cut and are then offended . . . well, as they say, you were warned.
Category Archive:words
She walked, limping, but unaided.
She walked, unclothed, altered.
She walked unknowing, unafraid.
Whence cameth this zombie?
Her name, it appears, is Felicia.
Gone twenty years, here now.
Stranger tales have been told.
Photo Credit: Zora Neale Hurston
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The Trifextra weekend challenge tells the tale of zombies among us and asks us for our 33 words about the tale. This week’s entries will be community judged for 12 hours upon closing Sunday. Who is this community? If you are reading this, YOU are part of the community. If you could go over and read the other entries before you cast your vote, it would be ever so cool.
Sign said
I said what are you thinking?
Silly high school kids!
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Why, yes, I DO live in a state of denial. Local high school has this on their sign and I am not quite ready for the “s” word to start happening. I somehow missed summer and already the chill (downright cold) is in the air. Sigh. For Haiku Friday with Lou.
btw – I pre-wrote this post for Lou’s Friday Haiku . . . then hubbymoose and I went out for the evening . . . and guess what it did??? Yes, indeedy. Of course, it being October and all, it has since melted and I have slid happily back into my favorite state. I may have to come back and edit this again . . . we shall see. Sigh.
The candidates approached the podiums as the audience settled into their seats. The applause died down.
The moderator spoke each name in turn and watched as each began to tremble.
8th grade class elections had never been more fun, she thought. It was her mission, as Social Studies teacher, to introduce the nuances of politics past and present to these students. It was her personal goal to see one go on from her class to bigger and better things. She dreamed of a future president looking into the camera and thanking HER for the push she gave him (or her).
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VV asked for Tremble to be the focus of the week. I don’t often write about politics here – because it does make people tremble. And it makes me tremble to push – to prod – to work at other people’s scabs. I don’t like my own scabs picked.
But the above piece was inspired by the presidential debate which I am watching as I type.
Eagle bold and proud
Surveying all from lofty high
Token of freedom
Spotted this bald eagle atop a boat’s mast while returning home from ladies retreat in Homer last Sunday. Perfect for Friday Haiku with Lou.