This was my second year participating in the A to Z Challenge, but my first time pants-ting it. The only plan I had was the theme — color. I’d had the words for each day selected ahead of time, and that was it.
Originally, I’d planned for it all to be poetry, but poetry is difficult to write on demand (at least for me), so I loosened the reins a bit.
I succeeded in writing 13 poems, 10 pieces of flash fiction, and 3 looser posts around the day’s color. I’m pretty happy with the results.
Well, the April A to Z blogging challenge is finally over. We can all breathe a sigh of relief and return to whatever it was we were doing. I’m going back to editing my novel, Native Landscapes.
My theme this year was color. I mostly wrote poetry and flash fiction inspired by each day’s color. Check them out below.
A is for Amber
B is for Black
C is for Cobalt
A House with a Pool
“This house has a lovely outdoor pool,” said the woman dressed in a cardboard brown suit as she led Alice outside.
when did things change?
when did people start being responsible adults?
going to bed on time
paying their bills
and taking care of their bodies
At xanadu dusk, the males of the species whiz by on their bicycles. I wonder where they are going in such a hurry. The females ride their bicycles or roller skates slower. What is it with the male obsession with speed? Maybe it is because they die earlier than women. Maybe it is the speed that gets them there faster?
Dear Little White Swan,
Welcome to this world.
It is a beautiful and safe place,
although it can be chaotic and confusing at times.
Do not allow the world to tell you who you are.
You already know. Don’t forget.
The storm comes suddenly
Winds carrying the smell
Of violet violence
Like limes and grass and earth
The Ultramarine Letter
Even after months of yoga, I had problems with Halasana, plow pose, which was frustrating. Having attempted it successfully a few times in a row, I was sure I’d had it figured out. Then one day, I just couldn’t do it.
Today I’m sharing less words and more images. Here is a list of some of my favorite sites for FREE stock photos as illustrated by turquoise images (in order of my personal preference).
Lukas looked at the stone house; it was impressive. They went in. It smelled of moss and coffee. They walked up the stairs to the room Basia and Milena were using as their bedroom. Basia quietly opened the door. Milena was still asleep on the mattress lying on the floor, a plaid blanket covered her body. Lukas walked closer and looked at her sleeping — peaceful like a small child. He had the greatest urge to hold her close. He sat down on the floor next to the mattress. Basia sat down next to him and looked at Milena.