What Is It?

Written for Weekend Challenge: https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/03/14/weekend-challenge-what-is-it/

What is it? Photo Entry

What is it? Written Entry

I remember the days when I was in elementary school. I had two best friends on the street where I grew up. One of my friends grew up across the street, with her backyard being the marsh of the East River in Connecticut. I had some marsh in my backyard but it was a small inlet and not as fun! We used to go and ride on it over the marsh grasses! We would take turns, go together, make up adventures. I can still picture myself on it. What is it?

Something: Ragtag Daily Prompt

Something Else

I look and look 
but cannot find 
something else 
I left behind. 

I think it’s here 
then it’s gone 
it’s in the house 
it’s on the lawn. 

Perhaps the car 
is keeping it 
It’s not anything 
I must admit.  

Whoever finds 
my lost something 
would you kindly 
give me a ring? 

I don’t know what 
the something is 
all I know 
it is amiss.  

Someday perhaps 
it will be mine 
I will love it 
whatever’s fine. 

©2020 CBialczak

Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/03/15/rdp-sunday-something/

TP Haiku and Sunday Chat with Steve 3/15/20, the one where I thank old friends of the Cafe

Go Dog Go Cafe – A community I was lucky enough to find and enjoy. I learn new things about writing daily! Thanks Stephen!!

Go Dog Go Café

White square rarity What else can serve your purpose? No one wants to know ~ Em C. 3.14.20

TP Haiku

Go Dog Go Cafe friends, baristas and guests… some of you may recall that the idea of an Internet coffee shop for writers was inspired by an exchange I had with Poet Girl Em a few years back. So when Christine approached me about starting a collective, I merged the Go Dog Go Treetop idea she and I had bantered about in comments with the Coffee Shop idea Em and I had bantered about and the Go Dog Go Cafe was born. Check out the About page for details…

Anywho… Em had been pretty quiet around these Word Press parts but she has come back with a humorous flourish with this haiku! Take the time to visit the First Friend of the Cafe and a dear old blogging friend of…

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Revenge: Word of the Day Challenge


You might not think it’s funny 
and I don’t mean it to be 
just watch your back 
I might attack 
Revenge is driving me.  

I don’t know what actions I’ll bring 
I could do most anything 
Just be sure 
lock your door 
I don’t want a doorbell to ring. 

Why do I feel like this now 
I don’t know why or how 
I got so mad 
but that’s your bad 
Since revenge has become my vow.  

©2020 CBialczak

Written for Word of the Day Challenge: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/15/revenge/

The Cabin: Wordle 447

Two hands on the wheel, Karen twisted her neck to see if anyone was behind her, before pulling out. Once out on the road she gave a sigh of relief, pressed her foot down harder on the pedal, and took off toward the cabin. It was still about three hours until she could turn onto the familiar dirt driveway. She just hoped she wouldn’t meet any of the locals on the way in, she just wanted a break from the hustle and bustle of the real world.  

Karen thought about the last few days at work. A ping of fear swept through her, thinking about the phrase her coworker, Brian, kept saying; “Don’t go anywhere alone!”. Was he being a flake about the rumors that there was a killer on the loose? Karen thought Brian would be the last one to fall for rumors. This little hiatus to the cabin would be good for her. The trend to go out drinking when you have a problem, was not her method of coping.  

The car seemed to drive itself down the familiar highway roads. Singing along to the radio, Karen didn’t even realize how much time was passing. Suddenly she saw it, the mailbox where letters came from family members. She had thought about it, after purchasing the cabin, that the only people she would give the address to would be people in her family.  

Slowly, Karen pulled up next to the mailbox, rolled down her window, and reached out to open the mailbox. Her hand stopped in mid-air as she froze. Past the box, the long driveway led to the cabin, which had its lights on. She never left the lights on. Who was in the cabin? Should she ask the police to come with her or just drive up and check it out herself? She figured she was acting foolishly, even though rumors of murder hung in the air over the whole area.  

©2020 CBialczak

Written for the Sunday Whirl: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/