earth’s capacity
to maintain life versus ours
to kill most of it

for Your Daily Word Prompt


cub grows into bear
king of his forest domain
boy grows into man

for Daily Addictions


what eats corrupt fruit
no doubt insects of some sort
a corrupt man won’t

for Ragtag Daily Prompt


hunger drives critters
day to day in what they do
british baking show

for Word of the Day Challenge


I was prospecting in the asteroid belt when I attached to an iron-and-nickle specimen tumbling slowly through space in a throng of its brothers and sisters. When I climbed out to inspect its surface, clomping around in my magnetized boots, I came upon an individual in a spacesuit sitting in a chair bolted down next to a hatch leading into the asteroid’s interior.

“Who are are you?” I asked, using my communicator.

The person looked away from the sparkling void of space, at me.

“I … I don’t remember.”

“Who knows you’re here?” I said

“Nobody,” he or she said.

for Carrot Ranch


young man alone
has not connected with the usual suspects
not with father mother sister brother
not with classmates before or inmates now
a complicated mind, his, with puzzle-piece edges all around

in a complicated society there is a rule
it takes a little luck
and now
he meets another man with edges that fit his own

for Sunday Writing Prompt


we always knew that after the crash, groups would form. folks looking out for each other, up to a point.

we always knew that groups would become tribes and tribes would compete with each other for what was left in the world.

no worries about the survivors, the groups, the tribes on other continents or even on the other side of the mountains or river.

it would be us against the tribes that surrounded us and the tribes that roved. us against them as we balanced competition and cooperation amongst ourselves.

Lots and lots of space, land, water, forest, plains for all, but not lots and lots of food. We’ll solve that problem by killing some more of each other.

We go out and search for individuals hunting or gathering fruits and greens and roots. Round ’em up. Am I smart enough to know the difference between rovers, neighbors, and those far away enough to offer no threat? After burying my friends before we leave, it doesn’t matter.

for the Online Writer’s Guild


away from city
sun earth wonder expanding
new world discovered

for The Sunday Muse

Birding Aid

Photo courtesy of P. Allman

“What is that thing?” I said.

“It’s a flamingo,” my husband said.

“I mean, what is it…?”

“I don’t know what you’d call it,” he said. “A floating… thing.”

“Why is it here? It’s garish. What will the neighbors say? Plus, there aren’t any flamingos within a thousand miles of Massachusetts.”

“The guy who sold it to me said it attracts birds. We need something like that around here besides our feeders. He said the bird count in Massachusetts has dropped twenty percent since the ’70s. I think I’ve noticed that.”

“He made it up,” I said, “to sell you that thing. How much did it cost?”

Hubby didn’t answer. We were standing on our deck. The flamingo bobbed its head as a solitary ripple reached the shore, caused by an errant tern diving into the pond.

Hubby paddled out in the silly thing. It moved slowly. He kept it near to shore as if to show it off to birds in the woods near the water, as well as to the season’s waterfowl.

In the next week, we spotted common gallinules, an American coot, and an Eastern wood-peewee, all rare in these parts.

for Sunday Photo Fiction