Tag Archives: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Spring Break-Up – Haibun – May 3, 2016
a game of chess while a skylark sings it’s song – I lost the game © Chèvrefeuille A lovely poem. These words bring to mind my first love. I was completely smitten by him. He was all I could have … Continue reading
Passing Time With Cicadas – Haibun – April 6, 2016
(Inspired by: the stillness – seeping into the rocks cicadas’ screech © Matsuo Basho) Summer evenings back in Illinois in the early 1960s were full of voices of children screeching as they played tag, basketball or maybe croquet. Back then it … Continue reading
Life in Italy (Humidity) – Haibun – March 10, 2016
Italy, often called “sunny Italy” because the 19th century rich English aristocrats who came from their wet “gloomy” island felt Italy was a land of marvellous eternal sunshine (as well as quite impossible to visit in full summer due to its extreme heat). One must … Continue reading
Hidden Visions – Haibun – February 16, 2016
I walk through the town square and it occurs to me that all these tourists snapping their photographs and drinking their drinks at the side-walk cafes are completely oblivious to the cares and worries of our daily lives. We walk in different dimensions. They’ll … Continue reading
Silence Fell – Dark Fiction – January 25, 2016
“The sun is fading over the horizon and there will be no staying your dolorous state of guilt. You might have elicited the help of a deity, like myself, in order to deaden the pain of those immortal claws that will shred your soul when darkness … Continue reading
Kitsune and the Frog – Fairy Tales – January 23, 2016
“Grandma, before I go to bed, tell me why you have that stone frog praying near the fish pond.” the little boy said, trying to prolong having to go to bed. And his Grandmother replied: One day the beautiful but impertinent … Continue reading
Ghostly Keys – Short Fiction – January 21, 2016
In the silence rusty locks creak as ghostly keys open the cells. Through the dust mote dance in the light a daily life continues. The shuffling of the slippered women in drab drill smocks shuffle down the corridor out into a hall. … Continue reading
Mountain Walking – Haibun – January 15, 2016
to the olive grove ten minutes as a crow flies fond memories When you’re fit climbing up the side of a mountain is paradise. The very air seems to help you up, your heart of course increases its beat and … Continue reading
The Farm – Short Fiction – January 12, 2016
The crows cawed somewhere overhead. The two tourists looked at each other, neither feeling quite at ease. They’d come upon an old farm abandoned for many years. Rīs Grainger’s wife had had a thing with a passing tinker, he’d caught them abed, beat the tinker to a … Continue reading
Golden Winter Sun – Science Fiction – January 7, 2016
A prison can be many things … and not all prisons can be seen she thought as she walked around her elegantly decorated cell. The weak golden winter sun beamed off the iced barbed wire just beyond her window, … Continue reading