Flash Fiction: Haiku Throwdown

Dear God, what have I gotten myself into now?? I am honored … okay, too strong … I am advised by Dan Alatorre that I have advanced to the final round in his Flash Fiction Challenge: Haiku Edition. Are there prizes? Highly unlikely, but if there are, I suspect they may involve alcohol. More specifically, virtual alcohol. As in, “Cheers! You won!” Ah, what the hell. In for a penny, in for a pound. Whatever the hell that means.

So, for the final round, Dan took the Random Topic Generator for a spin, and this is what that evil device came up with: (more…)

Flash Fiction

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve spent at least as much time helping my daughter polish her query letter as working on my novel. One thing of my own that I have managed to complete is a piece of flash fiction. For those unfamiliar, flash fiction is a story told in (typically) 1,000 words or less. The one I wrote (for submission to New England Crime Bake, a writers’ conference I’m attending in two weeks) had to be (gasp!) 150 words or less. Now, I have never been known as A Woman of Few Words, so to say this was a monumental task for me is to woefully underestimate the quantity and volume of the voices in my head.

As they say in the late-night infomercials: But wait! (more…)

Sisterhood and Friendship

Machu Picchu Sunrise

Part of a very special circle of strong and wonderful women, I wrote this poem about sisterhood and friendship as we await the outcome of our friend Nola’s mastectomy.

Machu Picchu was one of Nola’s “bucket list” places, and visiting that sacred place had a significant spiritual impact on her. Last night I couldn’t sleep, thinking about her, but I could clearly see her in the Temple of the Sun at dawn, and I feel she’s going to be okay. We’re all going to be okay.


The mountain whispers
Leave your cares with me, dear child, run free
Lightened, unburdened, laughter trilling on the wind
She ascends, the ridge disappearing under slippered soles
In the Temple of the Sun she holds the orb itself in upturned palms
Blows a kiss
Sparks fly, landing gently on the cheeks of all who love her
Sisters glowing brightly as the new day dawns.

                                                                                                ~L.C. Rooney