Scientia potentia est

News literacy project

Could I possibly implore you
Oh ye of little sense
Not to fall for every
Ploy, as you peruse the
Really, I’m not the only one that thinks, you
Are coming off half cocked
Claiming insider information
You most assuredly haven’t got

The ‘truths’ you’re privy to online
Have to be weighed with common sense
Evidently, in which you’re lacking-
Or you’d have thought of this yourself.
Really, I’m not judging-
I just absolutely believe, that when Sr. Francis Bacon
Said, “Scientia potentia est”- he knew
That knowledge can only be power, when your
Sources are correct.

Written for Chelsea Ann Owens Terrible Poetry Contest call for An Acrostic directed toward someone you detest.


Just Whistle

Lauren Bacall in To Have and Have Not

“If you want me, just whistle.” James said as he closed the bedroom door behind him, and wished his friend, Bobby, a good night.

‘At least I know I’m doing everything I can to help him at this point.’ James consoled himself as he slipped into a shirt and pulled his boots on.

The vicious cycle of Bobby’s wife going ballistic and throwing him out in the middle of the night had been going on for years, and ever the faithful friend, James had never turned him away when he came knocking, looking for a place to stay.

She always got over it, and the next day they were back together, just as if nothing had ever happened.

But for James, this routine was getting old.

And truth be told, he was getting tired of sleeping with Bobby’s wife every couple of weeks- but it was the only way he could get her to let him back in the house..

Written for Girlie on the Edge’s Six Sentence Story prompt word: Point and Eugenia’s Brew N Spew Cafe, prompt: Whistle

I Soar

Photo by Brannon Naito on Unsplash

I have long overcome the pangs of loneliness. I luxuriate in time spent alone. It is my sanctuary. My fortress. I rush towards it, as once I ran into the arms of a lover. It holds me close, drinks me in, makes me whole- in a way I only ever dreamed- a lover could.

Alone, in my room
All around me, the air sleeps.
In silence, I soar.

A Haibun with Haiku written for Misky’s Twiglet # 122: the air sleeps.

A little white lie

Photo courtesy of Krista Purmale on Unsplash

“Charlatan.” I cackled, as the lovelorn young man who paid handsomely for my Pink Moon Potion, stepped outside. He raised his arm, hailed a cab, and was gone.

“On the 19th of this month, at exactly 7:12 AM, she must drink this.” I had instructed. “The transformation is immediate.”

A little white lie. No one would come to any harm.

Charlatan Pink Moon
Brings hope of transformation
Where there should be none.

A Haibun written using Sammi Cox Weekend Writing prompt: Charlatan, in exactly 61 words (prose only). Frank J Tassone’s Haikai Challenge word prompt: Pink Moon and Tnkerr’s OLGW #98 using the phrases:‘outside, he raised his arm and hailed a cab’ and ‘a little white lie’

Brother Francis

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“Alms for the poor!” Brother Francis cried out from the corner of High Street on which he’d become a fixture. Scarcely noticed, his pleas mingled with the street sounds. His robes became part of the scenery.

He often returned to the monastery penniless, and was reprimanded by the Abbot, as the tenets of the order stated they must subsist on the kindness of strangers alone.

But Brother Francis was not chided by the Abbots rebuke. He knew, it wasn’t the pennies, but the feeling of comfortable acceptance he experienced every day on his corner, that gave his vows meaning.

Written for Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge and Friday Fictioneers.