Introduction:A special thank you to Ingrid of Experiments in Fiction, for recommending I watch the movie, “The Diving Bell And The Butterfly”. The Tanka below is a brief summary of my thoughts about the movie. In The Blink Of An Eye (a Tanka) Tears on my pillowButterflies on the ceilingI see silent bellsWhere memories never ...

Wind scrapes my windowI snuggle deeper intomy book, its words ablanket, soft and warm. Time andreality disappear. Featured Photo courtesy of The Pixelman on Pixabay

Crunchy grass, withered flowers; my yard’s a desert. I smile as dark clouds hang low overhead. Birds stop singing. I smile: Rain.  

The yarn is tangled. Just when I think there’s progress more knots appear. The more I try, the worse it gets. I shrug and put the mess down.

The field was plowed, dirt turned over; fresh after a long winter’s lockdown. Hail and snow, long into spring makes the harvest uncertain.