Posts Tagged ‘Love’

My love…a flowery haiku

Posted: July 14, 2015 in Poetry
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Enveloped” is the theme for the Weekly Photo Challenge this week.  This is Anabelle, our second rescue foster pit bull, enveloped by a blanket, something she loved.  She was also enveloped with love while she was living with us.  For the Love of Pits located in Cleveland, Ohio, is the wonderful group that rescued her and she’s available for adoption if you want a dog that will love you with all her sweet heart.


This photo of a plate made by our younger daughter (the now-art student) when she was quite young.  As an oddball photo needn’t be odd, just one that can’t be easily classified, this definitely qualifies.  I cherish this plate and several others made by her and her older sister, made with and kept with love.

Also, happy birthday to my husband today!  Much love there as well.


Friday Fictioneers: One photo. One hundred words. One story. Any one author.

copyright Dawn Landau

copyright Dawn Landau


Shiiit, I don wanna go to no juvie, so I figure this volunteer thing be what I have to do. Dog rescue be good. Maybe I find me one a them Rottie dawgs or them pit bulls. Then nobody be messin’ wit me!

Trouble is, dat dawg I find be hurtin’ from bein’ made ta fight. She all skinny and stuff and lick ma face ‘n all. All she be wantin’ is some luv. Shiiit! Make me wanna cry ‘n I cain’t be doin’ that! They help me keep her. Now she follow me everywhere. I guess we a lot alike.


This story is dedicated to Janie and Annabelle, the two rescue pit bulls we fostered and would have adopted had we been able to do so at the time.  You can find more posts and photos of them by clicking on “Animals” in the Categories part of my blog.  And a big shoutout to For the Love of Pits, the amazing organization near Cleveland, Ohio that does such stellar work!  They and their dogs are changing the hearts and minds of people and dogs every day!   You guys rock!!

Want to read more stories? Click below.

The weekly gathering of the Fictioneers has commenced. Bring out the halt, the lame, the blind, the murderers and aliens, vampires and vamps. Look carefully and you might see a human or two. Take them all, stir thoroughly, add a dollop of disbelief, a soupçon of silliness. Dip a spoon into the resulting slumgullion: each 100-word recipe meticulously prepared, marvelously rendered, tasty to the tongue. Your personal recipe is solicited or feel free to simply feast and go away replete; perhaps not always uplifted, but with your brain stimulated.


copyright Jan Wayne Fields

(To avoid any more confusion, please ignore the fact that the person in the photo is male and just read the story.  Thanks.)


Holidays were the hardest.

“Daddy, can we go along?”
“OK, you come with me. We’ll let Mom stay home and relax for a bit.”

One drunk driver was all it took…a driver who walked away.

The doorbell rang. Marty, spiraling slowly into dementia, and his daughter (his caretaker), would fill John’s and Emily’s places. On their heels came Annalisa, her ninety-five year old body still obeying her indomitable will, sitting where Gregory’s high chair used to be. Deshuan and his IED-bequeathed artificial legs sat in Jenny’s chair. George’s Down Syndrome face beamed from “Daddy’s” spot.

I sat.

Holy days.

It’s the start of a new year, a year filled with opportunities, including the opportunity to write flash fiction once a week.  If interested, join the authors at Friday Fictioneers.  The photo prompt is posted in the wee hours (if you’re in the U.S.) of each Wednesday morning and you may post your story until the end of the following Tuesday.  Of course, you’re free to simply read, if you prefer not to write.

This week’s photo prompt is from Jean Hays and copyrighted to her.  My story follows. Other stories are linked by clicking on the little link critter at the end of the story.  Like the snowflakes driven by the winds that have pushed our windchills into the too-much-below-zero range this week, my story is light, something to hopefully bring a smile to your face to start the new year.

Begin the Route

Get Your Kicks (a romance in 100 words)

The heady aroma of dark roast tickled her nose, her thoughts floating up with the scent. She was tired of being alone, of only finding losers. She stared out the window…

and there he was, standing on the sidewalk, looking lost. Drop-dead gorgeous, not too tall, built, but with gentle eyes, just what she’d been looking for all her life.

Go for it, girl! Abandoning her brew, she rushed out, approaching slowly, not wanting to be pushy, but not wanting to lose him, either.

“Hey there, good-looking. Are you lost? May I help?”

Tail wagging, his nose nudged her hand.

Celebrating the new year with my husband, foie gras, and a bottle of glorious champagne that was a gift of love.  What a wonderful way to start the new year!

 Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson


And now we welcome the new year.  Full of things that have never been.
~Rainer Maria Rilke