Anger Of The Gods

The auger pushed deeper into the dirt, and we watched as the workers lamented the sweat pouring off their bodies. With each swirling grind into the earth’s thickness, it was as if the gods were moaning. Deep rumbling sounds escaped while the darkness of the skies emerged—the signs of augur all around us, even as the women blessed the ground. 

We watched as the women lay more offerings down on the ground near the workers. One beautiful young girl took off her lei and put it on the big digger, praying for protection.

Right then, red, hot lava spewed out.

Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Saturday Mix

The Hunt

The hunt leader ordered the release of the dogs at the edge of the property. The predator’s anticipation began to grow as they spread out in the direction of their prey. An occasional shot to flying creatures would occur, too, as evidenced by a stray feather on the ground here and there. Each shot would send the animals further out as they realized demands for their untimely death were required on these days. Hunters would force them to flee; the plan was working. 

A fox hiding read on the faces of the hunters that their goal was four kills each.


Thanks Mindlovemisery’s Menageris – Saturday Mix for another opportunity to plug The Sound of Brilliance.

Work real hard towards an end,
I won’t pretend.
I can taste it.
I’ll never quit.

Projects are always an effort,
make my head hurt.
Ah, the reward,
talents explored.

Coming together for a cause,
only because
they are brilliant.
I’m ebullient!

Full Range

Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Dance & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #182

life is a dance
of up and down
and side to side
with the flow or against

we move in varying degrees
executing a series of gradations
achieving defeats and successes
we become in the motion

it certainly isn’t boring


This will be the last piece about a mythical creature that I write for the National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt aka NPM 21. Sorry, Val but I have so much on my plate right now! Thanks for the invite though!

pasta as a god
mythical like all the rest
not for worshipping

The Flying Spaghetti Monster is the deity of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. The religion is also known as Pastafarianism. Bobby Henderson coined the FSM name in a satirical letter protesting the Kansas State Board of Education decision allowing the teaching of intelligent design as an alternative to evolution in public school science classes.


Gabriella Clare Marino – Unsplash

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #78 and VJ’s Weekly Challenge – I’m bored

i’m bored!
my teddy bear fell in the toilet!
i’m hungry!
jeffy took my crayons!
i’m thirsty!
mama, my finger is stuck!
sandra poked me!
jeffy hit me!
mommy, the cat looked at me funny!

come darlings
lunch is ready
the kiddie table is set
maybe some wine and a cigarette will calm you two down?

**DISCLAIMER – I’ve never offered toddlers wine or cigarettes.

Daily Routines

Dabbing powder on my face, images began to flicker in my mind’s eye. On the screen, the story of a killer on the prowl was playing out. I kept my arm steady, applying careful brush strokes.

The story-telling makeup tutorial was creepy by design, with the backdrop of the night sky and weird music playing. Occasionally, the goosebumps would spring up on my arms.

Startled, I turned towards the hearth. I watched something drift by, thinking it was a fly. It wasn’t.

Then, a sneeze and out came some green virus-laden snot. The pressure from my sinus infection was killer.

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #499