writer daydream haiku

Words flow like water
From thought to ink on the page
Every writers dream

ignorance

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There were so many turtles.  We stopped by the shores of the pond to stretch our legs before getting back in the car for the long drive home and the turtles popped up from all over.  Their heads barely breaking the surface to study us before pulling back underneath only to pop up again a few feet closer.

There were so many turtles.  I think they must get fed by the strangers and daily visitors and maybe even by the people who maintain the adjacent park because why else would they come fearlessly close to investigate us?  They must expect food from the people who visit their pond.

There were so many turtles and I do not think we were supposed to feed them, but when I look at this picture I can’t help but feel that perhaps I was wrong.  Perhaps we were supposed to feed them.  Perhaps that was the cost for visiting their shores and strolling through their park.

There were so many turtles and I hope they can forgive me my ignorance if I have done wrong.

strap and throw

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The last run of an extended season.  The snow was choppy and pooled with water that sucked the life from my board.  The heat of the day was nearly intolerable.  And yet, as I rounded the corner behind Facelift, I was once again reminded of the main reason I choose to strap (a piece of plastic on my feet) and throw (myself off the side of mountains)…  The mountains are so enchanting, always.  They call to me, as you – my most faithful of kingdomites – know to be truth.  And what can I do but answer.

works from fire

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The echoes slammed against us, waves of sound crashing and crashing and crashing long after the flashes were swallowed by the night.

Boom.  Boom.  Boom.

Shooting stars, smiley faces, willow trees, and all in brilliant reds and blues and greens burned into my eyes only to be wiped clean by the always slower sweeping rumble that had born witness to the bursts of light.

Boom.  Boom.  Boom.

We never tire of these controlled explosions, oohing and aahing while the burning embers dance in the evening breeze and the echoes of their powerful birth crash and rumble.

Boom.  Boom.  Boom.

November is upon us again

Hello there my most wonderful faithful kingdomites!

Yes, november is upon us again and that means a month of daily posts here in the kingdom and many other places across the blogosphere.  I’ve got some scheduled themes for you to enjoy… continuation of the Echo series on Mondays, some picture blogs on Wednesdays, a bit of shameless self promotion, a bit more shameless promotion, some poems, and some other goodies planned out that I hope you enjoy.

And, yes, this is totally a filler post!

Okay, not totally.  It has just been so long since I’ve said hello to all of you that I thought it would be fun to kick off this month with something other than the long form fiction I’ve been posting here since the start of the year, basically.

So…  Hello!

Tell me, are you going to be posting every day this month too?  Drop me a comment and a link if you are.  I may not always be able to comment but I will do my best.  We are, after all, a bogging family.  We’ve got to support each other.