But if I told you I captured the seemingly unassuming photo above at the very exact moment when my nephew’s hand collided with mine, after which, in a split-second, he retracted his hand, then the whole experience — the sound the impact made, the weight of his hand, the softness of it, how he grunted — despite what the image conveys, is ephemeral, vanishing like a thunderclap. Continue reading “Photo Challenge – Evanescent”
Two ships, moored on Seventh Bay,
In her harbor, haunted by stormy gales,
There they weathered the tempestuous affray,
For nights of unending assails. Continue reading “Ships on Seventh Bay”
Drink, she said.
That was our wake up call; not the customary Good morning or Rise and Shine — no, none of the sort.
Drink, that was all. Short and to the point. Continue reading “Bitter”
There was a nurse named Kat,
Who mistook her patient for a rata,
So with a pair of scissors one day,
Cut she his hair come-what-may,
But boy! Did she a good job at that!
Daily Prompt: Better
aThis whole line describes the man’s level of unkemptness.