Originally posted on wordshophop: I got on a nonstop to Dubai. Emirates has the best looking stewardesses. The first ones I ever saw were in Johannesburg, South Africa. Two were walking through the Fire and Ice Hotel lobby. I thought they were models. Their outfit was tailored in beige and red, a small red pill…

Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: turning compost . . . I still don’t understand why   by Julie Warther  (USA) bottle rockets, #40, 2019

Originally posted on petrujviljoen: dulled to the urgency of the day. the bag of blue pills, within easy reach, matches the colour of the smoke of the endless cigarettes. the burn in the throat and chest merely interesting. endless playing solitaire, blunting the despair. speech as a means to an end – muted ?

Originally posted on Ontheland: one thought on a breath of morning chill winter is coming . . ©️2019 Ontheland Haikai Challenge #102 autumn contemplation

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: The dead tree is the thin spike on the right. In the dead tree, the nail-less finger that points at the sky, high as the tallest poplar, a woodpecker roosts. Each evening it calls from the neighbouring trees, calls a short, one-note cry as it flies to the dead…