female cardinal
pale brown orange beak rose wings
the bird’s quite a dish

for Discover Prompts


we can only resolve
the climate crisis
by treating it like
a pandemic
but shutting down
so much
will never happen
can never happen
not by us anyway
nature may be another matter

for Puttinng My Feet in the Dirt


coyote howling
atop a distant foothill
i dial up my date

for Word of the Day Challenge


two puzzle pieces fit.
they are soul mates.
humans are puzzles of a billion pieces
and when two humans meet some pieces fit.
the scale for soul matedness runs from minus a billion
to plus a billion.
good fits of bad pieces and bad fits of good pieces
and vice versa.
fifty years is insufficient to do a full fitting but
a quick fit of a few good pieces is most thrilling.

for Sunday Writing Prompt


racous crows afoot
conversing in loud voices
i shout and they caw

for Your Daily Word Prompt


evolution tweaks
sometimes the clever profit
boss’ kid got the job

for Ragtag Daily Prompt


where am i now
on the path of time
halfway through
at the end
can i
could i
will i
would i
circle back

for The New, Unofficial, On-Line Writer’s Guild


hard rain slanting down
conversation in the leaves
i hear birds talking

for Haiku Challenge


path to survival exists
but in all honesty
chances of success are remote

for Three Things Challenge


we’re hunter-gatherers but there is so much game around here we hardly need to hunt.

also plenty to gather.

no need to move on. we’ve settled down for a while.

the new-fangled farmers in these parts all died off along with their pigs. first the pigs got sick, then the farmers.

we do not plan to farm. too much work. why bother?

so i got bored. restless. nothing to do. tried making pots with the river clay. tried a little weaving. found myself edging into women’s work and my friends made fun of me.

the shaman gathered the young men into his deerskin tent. fed us a paste made from yellow roots. we met our ancestors.

mine told me to carve images of them in rock, a sign that they had walked the earth before going to the otherworld.

you cannot carve rock with a bone tool. i went to a farm and found tools harder than rock. used them to carve.

it took a long time but i finished the ones that my ancestors told me to make. The tribe moved on but my ancestors will remain forever, there where we camped.

editor’s note: this guy was way ahead of his time.

for Sunday Photo Prompt