haiku

harvest moon

sun sets moon rises
the harvest can continue
truck farms stay busy

for BrewNSpew Cafe

pigeonholes

when i was away at school, my pigeonhole meant a lot to me. letters from the family arrived there, as did the hometown newspaper that i received courtesy of a subscription from my parents.

some kids ignored the pigeonholes, which were maintained in the administration building. administration handled the incoming mail, probably keeping an eye on it for contraband, and also used the cubbys to distribute school announcements.

the kids uninterested in their mail mostly didn’t want to spend time or effort answering questions from their parents. others simply wanted to forget home until they were finally forced to return to it.

i knew which holes belonged to which of my friends, as well as my own. in my third year, i received my first personal message from one of those friends, a student who didn’t have the courage to share personal feelings with me in face-to-face conversation.

when the school condemned the building years later, i stopped by to look in before it was demolished. all the pigeonholes were empty of course and so many of their owners now gone.

for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

poem

what we all have in common
where technology makes it possible
is to sometimes get caught in a zipper

for Daily Addictions

haiku

nature made humans
just through random invention
humans made zippers

for Daily Addictions

poem

our actions today
are the antecedents for
our fate tomorrow

for Your Daily Word Prompt

haiku

skunk surprised raccoon
which jumped like my wife at
her birthday party

for The Daily Spur

haiku

attention’s center
queen surrounded in her hive
unlike our queens now

for Word of the Day Challenge

Trees

I’ve carried around a tree-identification guide in my car for years. Today when I parked, I finally pulled it out and identified the tree shading the car. A white oak. 🙂

for The Weekly Smile

haiku

hog fights fierce lioness
unequal battle at night
my son with high fever

for Ronovan Writes

My Best First Day of School

Got to be quick. I have all the time in the world, but not for writing.

My best first day of school was everything I wanted. I walked in and sat down with a big grin on my face just so happy to be there. Out of working in the laundry. No guards in sight.

What kind of teacher teaches classes in prison? This one was older. Probably should have been retired. Lived nearby in Mill Valley. Wasn’t doing it for the money I judge. Not uptight.

So anyway, that first day was about mathematics. Mr. Paducci had a system or a method or a plan or whatever of how to teach adding, subtracting, dividing and multiplying and then on from there. I remember back in the day I was bored at school which is why I didn’t stay there very long but here I was interested from the bump.

It wasn’t just the first day I liked. I was available for a lot of days more and I liked them all just as much.

for Writing Prompt #36