The Girl

Photo Courtesy of Dale Rogerson

The girl’s a live wire
from woven hair to mani’d
tips- she’s electric.

The girl’s on fire
magazine covers smokin’
Youtube links burn bright

The girl’s hot copy
glam pix or sordid romance
media laps it up

The girl is burnin’
flaming tongues set her ablaze
‘spec’ fuels the fire

The girl’s a train wreck.
Her every move on trial.
Bruised and battered, once
shooting star- snuffed out. John Q
Public? Drunk on her demise.

This chain of Haikus ending in a Tanka was written for Tanka Tuesday #synonyms only for the words: Pretty and Ugly. My choices are italicized.

The photo that served as my inspiration for this piece was provided by Friday Fictioneers.


Glass Castle

Glass Castle Anonymous Contributor

much a
in a castle
made of glass, founded
on the silt and sand of a
contrived, filtered past. Run through
by a pebble, of well placed truth,
web of lies becomes, a hangman’s noose..

A Reverse Nonet written using the word, Castle provided by Eugenia’s Brew N Spew Cafe, and synonyms for the words plan and spend, provided by Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #synonyms only, my choices are italicized.

Further inspiration provided by the book, The Glass Castle, by Jeannette Walls.


When I accepted this position, I had no concept of how insane the pace would be.

I knew it was a seasonal hot spot, and was impressed by the fact that forty thousand odd people were expected to migrate through the sleepy little hamlet of Healy (year round population 1021) seeking the Alaskan Adventure over the four month summer season.

What I didn’t take into consideration was the fact that out of the seventy or so employees, only one tenth of them would have ever worked for this company before. In addition, an impressive number of our seasonal staff would be from exotic foreign countries and not only speak English as a second language, but for most them, this is their first exposure to a work environment.

Needless to say, every day is filled with obstacles that as individuals, few of us would be equipped to overcome alone. However, as a whole, somehow we miraculously pull together, and not only succeed in accomplishing our goal of working together as a team, but bring a distinct ring of sanity to an environment that does everything with it’s power, to challenge just that.

Spices and cultures
meld. Necessity being
our one common bond.

does not translate well into
varied languages.

There is no ‘I’ in
team. Individual dreams
make magic happen.

Written for Eugenia’s BrewNSpew Cafe, prompt: Sanity.

Focus on Rebirth

As a snow covered Mount Healy looks on from betwixt the clouds, I emerge from the woods, skirting the golf course on my way into work. Shoots of newly green grass push their way through the barely thawed surface of what was just a month ago a frozen tundra.

Soon the course will be rolling knolls of fresh green carpet on which will be played many a memorable round of golf, as our guests experience interior Alaska in the summertime.

A chill, not even remotely related to the temperature, runs through me, causing a wave of gooseflesh to raise up on my arms. I’m really here.

Crisp clean air tinged with
just the slightest hint of frost,
thaws once frozen heart.

A Haibun/Haiku written for Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge prompt: Newly Green, and Girlie on the Edge’s Six Sentence Story cue word: Focus.