#FF — Reunited

PHOTO PROMPT © John Nixon Dave is impatient. Peter pulsed him with news that she would be arriving at three, and it is almost four. Dave arrived here five years ago and hasn’t yet adjusted to seeing the second-hand shop as a Way Station. Or that the streets aren’t paved in gold. Or that you…

dVerse — Monday Haibun — Solstice

Mom will not see another solstice in this life. Day is night and night is day as night approaches. They say the morphine is to help with breathing and for the pain; but mom was breathing ok before and she had no pain other than that of the children she bore and the grandchildren she…

Doodads — The Highlands Park in Grand Rapids

Per the website: The Highlands is a collaboration between the Land Conservancy of West Michigan and Blandford Nature Center to transform a former golf course into a healthy and thriving urban natural area. I met up with my two sons, my daughter in-law, and my baby granddaughter at The Highlands on Saturday.  Located in an…

dVerse — Poetics — The Death of Dolores Haze

That summer when sweet dew was on the rose she danced and played along the merry lane while mother hummed a tune and hung the clothes. Yet ill winds soon would spin the weather vane. A stranger from Bigtown, in fancy clothes, arrived and said he’d traveled on the train. Slack-jawed and bug-eyed, looked just…

#FF — Where we left off…

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields She is a bright bouquet of flowers. He is her buoyant supporter. They met at a fundraiser for the hospital. She was entertaining as a clown and he was walking displays of donated items for the silent auction. He fell in love with her sunflower painting. She personally thanked him…