With one more entry, my 2nd short story will vanish from this page. I've copied it to my other site (How Dare You) and have given it a title... The Unfolding. Again, it's nothing new. From hereon though, I won't be posting my short stories here but I will be letting you know if I've got a new one.

Working... working on a new one but I'm getting stuck.... and I'm blaming everything from my writing position to my old darn pen...

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I was at Belle's site the other day and she posted a picture in her entry and challenged the readers to come up with a haiku based on the picture. She said that a picture with a haiku is called a haiga. I took the challenge. I had to come up with three lines... just three miserable lines and it took me the better part of an hour. It's one thing to think of the words... words will always be there, nothing to it. But to make sense of it, now that's another story. But by the grace of God I came up with somethng, good or bad. So I clicked to submit and tried hard to snuff out the thought that I might have just made an ass of myself.

Well, guess what. Belle actually liked my haiku. She even went so far as to call me a haijin. I gathered that a haijin is someone who writes a haiga but because my mind runs the way it does, I was so tempted to tell her, 'Uh... thanks Belle. I've always thought I cleansed myself well and often enough though.' hehe... Of course that's a joke.

Seriously, I am a self-confessed frustrated poet and I hold the likes of Belle with utmost admiration. So maybe you can imagine how I felt when she said my poem was beautiful (okay, try and translate 'ang ganda' any other way and I'll take the adjective back). Since this is the very first poem that I have written and showed to somebody else (somebody like the whole internet community) and was actually appreciated, I asked her permission if I could post it here for posterity and she gave me the green lights. She even reminded me to tap everything in lower case as it's supposed to be. So, dutiful apostle that I am, here it is... MY VERY FIRST HAIKU (which made its maiden appearance on somebody else's site... hehe)

concentric circles
on the water
her life's reflection


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Know what, I am actually alone and lonesome and I'm missing fafa soooo baaaadly. So if you notice, I'm blogging more than I normally would... So what does that say? Do I need someone to talk to? Do I long for company? Do I have the habit of breathing in air?

Anyway, I was folding the laundry a while ago and something just tapped onto my gray matter and wanted in. I hope I'm not overdong it and succumbing to mediocrity in the process but let's just say... for lack of something better to do, I decided to give my fingers a little exercise. Here goes...

lonely footsteps
on empty floors
echoing
sullen whispers
to hollow walls

I'm not sure if that makes sense to you but it sure makes a whole lot of sense to me....