Category Archives: The Sunday Whirl

imgp4858 February 06

Greek girls picking up pebbles on the beach

by Frederick Leighton Greek girls picking up pebbles on the beach Their fingernails becoming brown from them Sea breeze and under the sun their clothes bleached Soldiers come back, saying a prayer each Not to get wet holding on to their hems Greek girls picking up pebbles on the beach Their bodies covered with pink, […]

02a6 January 22

Prompt #1977 Visual Prompt – Wedding Portrait

Photo Credit: Wedding Bells on Last Door Down the Hall Blog   give and take heart and soul two hearts one soul in sickness and in health to cope with the heavy burden giving light and support to each other touching the earth and reaching for the stars settling down and giving birth to the […]

dsc04614 January 15

I singe when I touch the water

I singe when I touch the water waking up my senses, becoming one shrill in my head reaching its peak and I’m confused and what was that at the altar? altar was covered with ribbons with blue stitches all over the circle drawing our attention to the goblet of bones as we listen to the […]

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Writing Prompt: January 8th – SMS

Sms by bfaupin the siren call to take a leap to flee from truth   I feel small the fall is steep end of my youth   a feeble cheat a single seal preen and lean   to greet and meet a real deal what do you mean?   (c) ladyleemanila 2017 For: Writing Prompt: […]

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Buddha as symbol of peace

I’m sitting comfortably in the lounge Thoughts slipping into a familiar groove Now legs crossed in the couch with soft cushion Following Buddha as symbol of peace No grinding sound, all machines’ volume off The huge room is as silent as the grave Not afraid to put cards on the table Perfect time to meditate […]

dsc03956 December 11

Sunday Photo Fiction – December 11th 2016 – The Torch

One, two, three, I need the answer Else I put this on high, the torch Foul, my instincts say and thereafter The spin gained a momentum as it scorch Hit the ball to win the game Board games and the like, such is sport Tell me the truth, I keep this aflame Think about it […]

Help, get me out of here

I am screeching Help, get me out of here The light is aiding Heave myself out of fear Help, get me out of here Dead anatomy Out of the door, my dear Reload to be free The light is aiding Chattering to be back Patterns of breathing Everything here is black Heave myself out of […]

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Where was James?

James was never seen again after setting off down the rutted, puddled road, foggy day everyone’s worried, where he could be and why was he upset or was he meeting anyone? who the last one he saw and other clues outside the window was a film of fog some dark clouds were sprayed across the […]

Recipe in a Bottle

Connecting to Friends, Old and New, Through Recipes, Gardens, and Dinner Parties

Dark Fiction By Kyla Ross

Horror and Suspense Fiction


Musicians, Composer, Writer, and Artist.

There Are More Poets than Stars in the Firmament

would I know the truth of life if not for poetry

lillian the home poet

rejuvenatement - not retirement

Mick E Talbot Poems

haiku tanka senryu hiabun poetry

My Struggling Heart



suspenseful with a pencil

Poets for Peace

Where we use words for Peace.