Sleeping Rough

11/28/2023 / Liz H-H / 16 Comments

Brass sculpture of a homeless person, lying on a bench

From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (11/24/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!

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Temperature fluctuations from global warming had made our job a lot more challenging. If crime-solving technology had kept up to environmental press, we might’ve had a chance in solving this case that’d happened sometime in the snowy months. As it turned out, the body hadn’t been discovered until Third Spring Thaw. We were called in determine: murder, or societal neglect? Continue reading →

The Single Blade

09/26/2023 / Liz H-H / 21 Comments

Credit: Dreamstime.com

…Bows and trembles still,

But wind punishes, more likely to cut

Than caress and quicken the hopeful green of early months.

Pulsing chlorophyll sparking, breathing deep

The sinewy length of sultry Midsommer. Continue reading →

Love Grows

04/19/202104/21/2021 / Liz H-H / 30 Comments

A spring wind puffed and released tiny skydivers of cherry blossom every time she walked by. She couldn’t have helped it, even if she’d wanted to, Continue reading →

Hope. Springs. Eternal.

03/08/202103/09/2021 / Liz H-H / 5 Comments

We’ve gotten a respite from chilblain-blistering cold, with temps tomorrow in the mid-sixties. Nearly a week of melting’s left my home’s southern exposure (nearly) stripped of snow, grass matted like a week in bed with stomach flu. Rain, possibly thunder, predicted for the day after tomorrow; may it inspire some green. Continue reading →

When the River Rises and the Wind Blows High

09/05/202009/08/2020 / Liz H-H / 16 Comments

When the Wind Blows High

Cora stretched her long neck, beak pecking the fast moving clouds in the pale sky. Twisting, she at last freed herself from her heavy, confining carapace. It’d been necessary protection against wicked solar radiation, brought on by the forebears of those singing blessings to the thin creek twisting through desert, below. Continue reading →

Queen of the Night*

06/19/201705/26/2020 / Liz H-H / 5 Comments

Creamy cactus buds, feathered with pink curving petals.

Shy flamingos sparsely shelter in thick, darkly unassuming leaves.

Sun sets, ushering in the cooling desert dawn,

The Queen’s one chance at immortality.

Continue reading →

Trading Up

05/21/201704/21/2018 / Liz H-H / 2 Comments

Did he follow?

He never had. She’d always looked back, grabbed his hand to pull him with her. Continue reading →

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Valley of the Trolls

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