OLWG #88- Sausalito

 This week’s prompts are at the bottom. I wrote this haibun for practice.  Practice makes perfect. Let me know what you think.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.



Ellen left home in the middle of the night. She was sixteen and she ran off with a boy she went to school with. His name was Sam, but everyone called him Sausalito. He was of average height; he had dark hair that hung in ringlets framing his face. Ellen thought he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. He thought he was the best thing that had ever happened to her too. When Ellen came back she had been gone for 14 months. She said that she and Sam had been living inland, not far from the state line. I’d never seen her so skinny. She didn’t look well, but the baby she held in her arms looked healthy. She told me that his name was Sam and that he was my grandson. She said that she and Sausalito couldn’t take care of him anymore. She asked if I would. I reached out and took the child. Ellen turned and walked away without another word. I stepped out onto the stoop when she reached the street and watched her look over her shoulder as she ducked into an old black car; a fastback with tinted windows.

Like a thief, he stole
my baby, I hate him for
that. My daughter brought
me a perfect little man,
I’ll always love her for that.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. veinticinco
  2. pointy toed
  3. What do you have against theatres?

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!

 

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OLWG #72- A Haibun, of Sorts

 This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The modified haibun, below, was written for practice. I opted for an American Sentence instead of a Tanka or Haiku. Practice makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.



The canyon shone golden in the early morning sunlight and dust motes floated like lightning bugs. Clouds, powered by an onshore breeze, scudded inland across blue coloured skies and a dusty black Jeep crouched beneath the willow at the verge of the mesa that was “Lion’s Camp.” Nick Dash had unpacked the picnic basket and now waited, watching fledgelings race the clouds overhead. He heard Victoria’s truck approaching before he saw it crest the rise at the edge of the camp. She parked next to the Jeep and swung down. This day had been carefully planned for weeks; and she thought Nick looked great in the first light of day, his eyes gleaming, competing with the dawn.

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Big Nick’s day was filled with promise, sandwiches, and opportunities


This week’s prompts are:

  1. If it’s too perfect
  2. move along
  3. one of the girls

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

OLWG #32- Romance is Stupid and I Hate It

 Are you guys staying warm and dry? I hope so.

Here in Santa Cruz, we received very little rain on Saturday. Friday we got only about two inches and the day before that only three quarters of an inch. Passing showers are forecast for Sunday but not much precipitation, to speak of. High temperatures are hovering at about 60 degrees Fahrenheit. I can’t complain too much!

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below is just practice for me. Practice makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.



The plan had been in the making for weeks. Finally the time was right; there was elegant food, an attentive wait staff, candlelight, starched white tablecloths, and sparkling wine. She sat across the table ignoring the feast as thumbs pounded mercilessly on the screen of her phone. Her dark hair was cropped into a short bob so when she opened her eyes wide and smiled her crooked little smile, she looked like a Lego girl.

Boys love Legos. Men loved her. She broke my heart when she saw the ring and heard my plea. She laughed. Then she scowled and set her phone down, staring.

“Please don’t be texting,
while I’m proposing.” I said.
“I wasn’t texting
I was playing Candy Crunch,
and now I’ve lost this level!”


This weeks prompts:

  1. hitched up his trousers
  2. there are no rules
  3. oh, I have tea too

Go ahead and dive in,
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

I have written a Haibun, of sorts. The prose is accompanied by Tanka instead of Haiku but that is not really much of a deviation. My subject matter and the flippant tone of the piece demonstrates a hint of irreverence. Matsuo Bashō is undoubtedly rolling over.