#frapalymo – Who Owns the Air

Who Owns the Air

Have you ever asked
The unanswerable question
Who owns the air

Is it a fictional god
With magical powers
To give and take on a whim

Or is it consciousness
Experiencing a life
Full of spectacular wonders

Is the air conscious
Another form of life
Sharing its essence with all

Breathe deeply
Be forever grateful
To the air… to life… to all

#frapalymo is hosted by @FrauPaulchen and is translated by Bee on her blog The Bee writes. Today’s prompt was “who do you think owns the air?”




#frapalymo – Morning Tribute

Morning Tribute

The first sip of coffee blends
With the heat of a crackling fire
Spreading warmth
From fingertips to toes

Warbling birdsong echoes
Down the canyon
As water drips sporadicly
From trees heavy with rain

Rockets shoot high into a
Startling blue sky
As eyes lose track of its path
Through the plump clouds

The Red, White and Blue
Snaps in the wind
Paying tribute to fallen soldiers
And the families left behind

#frapalymo is hosted by @FrauPaulchen and is translated by Bee on her blog The Bee Writes. Today’s prompt was to let go of words and allow senses. I spent a fabulous morning in the canyon with my family celebrating Memorial Day, and the poem reflects the things I felt and heard throughout the morning.


Flash Fiction – The Beach House Part 3

At dusk by sora__

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Jane pulled her knees up and settled next to Brandon on the couch. The only sound in the house was the muffled movement of the ocean outside. The light Jane had flipped on when they came back in the house glared across the room, adding an unnatural feeling to an already strange evening. They were both heavy with their own thoughts, finding comfort in their bodies touching and Brandon’s hand sliding up and down Jane’s back.

The knock on the front door made them both jump, a soft scream erupting from Jane’s mouth. They looked at each other, the fear in Jane’s hazel eyes reflected in Brandon’s icy blue ones.

“Who the hell is that?” Jane’s voice quivered.

“I have no idea,” Brandon said as he stood up. “Stay here, Babe. I’ll go check it out.”

Jane watched Brandon walk out of the room, down the hall, and to the right completely out of view. Her palms started sweating and she felt a sick feeling in her stomach. When she heard the door creak open, she stood up quickly, looking around for something to use as a weapon. When she turned back to the hallway, Brandon was slowly walking back into the room, Walter trailing behind him.

“Walter? What the hell?” Jane looked from him to the glass door that led onto the deck. “Where’s Jen?”

Looking back, she watched Walter shrug as he walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge.

Jane’s eyes met Brandon’s, but he looked as baffled as she felt. She turned back to the sliding glass door and was relieved to see Jen walking up the steps of the deck. She walked over and opened up the door.

Jen strode through the door without looking at anyone, walked straight through the room and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Brandon met Jane’s eyes and they both sighed, understanding suddenly dawning.

“You guys had a fight?” Brandon asked Walter.

Walter was on his second glass of water and the only answer Brandon got was a grunt.

“Well, we’ll head to bed so you can sleep on the couch if you want. I think we should all get some sleep. It’s been a long day.”

He walked over to Jane and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go to bed, huh?”

“God, yes. This is just getting weird.”

They walked hand in hand to their bedroom and quietly shut the door behind them.

“We so don’t need those two to be at each other the rest of the week.” Jane walked over to the bed and started rummaging through her bag for her pajamas.

“I’ll talk to Walter in the morning. I’m sure everything will be okay.” Brandon leaned back against the door and watched Jane.

“It’s been such a weird day. What do you think was on the beach?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it was a trick of the light or weird beach phenomenon. I honestly didn’t think I smoked that much on the way down here.”

“You didn’t. And I saw something too.” Jane slumped on the bed and started taking off her shoes.

Brandon walked over and sat down next to her, his hand slowly sliding up her arm.

“How about we get naked and relax a little,” he mumbled as he started kissing her neck, slowly making his way to her lips. She turned her head and melted into the kiss, trying desperately to bring some normalcy to the strange start to their vacation.


Jane was walking down the beach, her bare feet sliding into the sand with each footstep. Dusk was just turning from purple to gray, slowly fading into black and the waves slipped up to the shore and slid back into the ocean, a steady back and forth motion. There was no sound, but Jane felt peace in the silence that surrounded her.

She felt the waves calling her and she walked towards the water, unable to stop. The waves covered her feet and slid back. She took a few steps forward and the next time the waves came up to her knees and slid back. The process continued until the waves reached her shoulders. Her eyes looked steadily forward and the peace she felt became a blanket, blocking out the cold wet darkness that finally covered her completely.

She floated in the water, adrift with the waves as they enshrouded her body, a comforting tomb. The first breath that slid water into her lungs was a relief she welcomed. She wanted this. She was finally home.

Just as her eyes were going dark around the edges, she saw a pale form floating toward her, reaching for her through the murky water.


Jane shot up in bed, a ragged scream echoing through the dark room. She leaned over the side of the bed and vomited onto the floor, her body retching violently. She was soaking wet and each breath she took came too quickly one after the other.

“Babe, are you okay?” Brandon was sitting up in bed, still startled from the scream that had dragged him out of sleep.

Jane was hyperventilating and crying at the same time. “I h-h-had the… w-w-worst nightmare!” She managed to get out in between racking sobs.

He reached for her and his hands slipped on her skin. “Jesus, Babe, you’re soaked.”

“I… I… I was d-d-drowning in the ocean. But… I wasn’t alone…”

Brandon reached for the blanket at the end of the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders. In a gentle voice, he said, “Babe, you need to breathe.” He pulled her toward him and started rocking her, not sure what else to do.

She sobbed for a few minutes longer, trying to take deeper breathes and finally, it started to fade. Once the sobbing stopped, her body started to shake.

“Jane, you’re okay. You’re safe. It was just a dream.” Brandon didn’t know what to say, but he kept repeating what he thought were reassuring words, rubbing her arms, kissing her neck.

Finally, in a soft voice that he could barely hear, she said, “Brandon, I don’t want to stay here anymore.”

Just in case you missed the first two parts, I included links before I started the third part so you could catch up if you wanted to. I also wrote this as part of Chuck Wendig’s challenge this week. The prompt was the random photo challenge. He provided a link to flicker called “Interestingness” where we had to choose a photo and write 1,000 words. I found a photo that went perfectly with this part of the story. If you click on the photo above, it will take you to the author’s flicker sight.

#frapalymo – Rainstorm


Incessant rain falls from indignant clouds
Lightning flashes followed by crackling thunder

Mother Earth hums a melody out loud
New growth awakens in tranquil wonder

#frapalymo is hosted by @FrauPaulchen and is translated by Bee on her blog The Bee writes. I know Bee is on Holiday and hasn’t posted the prompt yet, so I went digging and found FrauPaulchen’s blog and put it into Google translator and voilà! (Sorry I stole your job, Bee, I just didn’t have time to wait today but I still wanted to post a poem.)

Today’s prompt was to write a Pantun poem, which I had never heard of. I went to a Wikipedia page but it didn’t help quite as much as this website here. Basically, it’s a four line poem with a rhyme scheme of a,b,a,b and the line lengths are between 8 and 12 syllables.

I was inspired by all the rain we’ve had in the past month or so. I know we need it, but I’m honestly looking forward to a few days of sunshine!


#frapalymo – Through the Air and Down the River

Through the Air

The golden orb shines
Beaming rays down on
Glorious feathered wings
Soaring through the azure sky
Wind cascading across
Sizzling flesh
Enveloping clouds offer
Plump wet kisses
As decadent miles rush by

Down the River

The golden orb reflects off
Iridescent scales blending
With forgotten shells
Drifting along the sooty riverbed
Fins pump furiously
Thrusting through rushing water
Cascading serenely across
Jagged rocks and moss-covered stones
As winding miles float by

#frapalymo is hosted by @FrauPaulchen and is translated by Bee on her blog The Bee writes. I wasn’t able to post last night, so I was happy this one was a “two-for” and I decided that instead of skipping a day, I would just post them both on the same day. The prompt for yesterday was “air trip” and the prompt for today was “river journey”. I feel like I managed to tie them together rather nicely.



SoCS – The Evolution of Language

I suppose it isn’t a surprise that I like language, or maybe more specifically, I love words. I find words to be fascinating, especially the significance and importance we place on them. Isn’t it strange to think that we give a word meaning? I sometimes wonder why a tree is called that. What if it was called something else instead? It would still be the same thing, just called something different.

I don’t think I realized how odd it really was until my boyfriend started to translate some of the most famous sayings they have in Farsi. When you translate it word for word in English, it takes on a meaning all it’s own and some of them can be, well, not what I would want to translate on my blog. I’ve also learned some things by doing the #frapalymo poetry challenge that Bee Halton is translating from German on her blog. There was one challenge she just couldn’t translate because there was no translation into English. The other day, we had a “hunters language” challenge, but again, there was no direct translation into English.

Some of what we are doing with the English language right now as a direct result of “texting” drives me nuts. Things like changing “you” to “u” and not knowing the difference between “your” and “you’re” can make me see red. Because I don’t think that has anything to do with “wordsmithery”; I think it’s just laziness. I find it hard to read texts, Facebook posts or Tweets that don’t spell things out. I believe the challenge in only having 160 characters is choosing the words you need, or finding words, in order to get your meaning across; not shortening words so you can say what you want to say without putting the actual work into it.

There are a few things, though, that I find interesting. Take the word “KEK” which can be found in the Urban Dictionary. If any of my readers have played World of Warcraft, you will know what it means. But for those that don’t, I will explain. Or you can go here, which I Googled this morning as a refresher because I wasn’t entirely sure what it meant, I just remembered the word from my years of playing the game.

There are two different factions you can choose to play in World of Warcraft, the Horde or the Alliance. In-game, the two different alliances are unable to speak to each other. Anything the Horde types will come across chat as gibberish to the Alliance. When the Horde types in LOL, it comes across as KEK to the alliance. It started to catch on, though, with all players and I knew some Alliance players who started to use it in text and conversation in place of LOL.

Now, this I find interesting; how language can evolve into new and different things simply by using it; how the English we speak in the United States has evolved differently than the English used in Europe; and finally, how language can either bring us together or put a huge barrier between us. In the case of World of Warcraft, the Alliance players starting using KEK, maybe not as a way to communicate with the Horde, because, ew, why would you want to do that, but as a way of integrating something new into their own language. But if the Alliance and the Horde didn’t hate each other quite so much, it could have been used to bring them together.

I feel like I could do a whole new post about how language can either bring us together or drive a bigger wedge between us. You’ve gotta love SoCS and how it just flows from one thing to the next. But it’s Saturday and I have places to be, KEK.

What about you? What are your thoughts on language?

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G. Hill. Today’s prompt was open-ended with the letters “ke”. Feel free to click the link and join in!


#frapalymo – The Hunted

The Hunted

Birds sing love songs
High in rustling trees
As milky brown eyes keep watch
A cacophony of stillness
Permeates the air
A whistle sounds
A head cocks
Uneasiness ripples across lithe limbs
A snapping twig echoes through the forest
Intuition grabs hold
The beast takes flight
Crashing through thick undergrowth
Running headlong into
The hunters deathly trap

#frapalymo is hosted by @FrauPaulchen and is translated by Bee on her blog The Bee writes. Today’s prompt was… well, it didn’t translate very well into English, so I took this particular line, “the language of hunters.” The resulting poem doesn’t have much to do with a hunter’s language, but such is the muse and how a phrase can take you to places you wouldn’t necessarily expect.