Rosa Enters Hokomaha (1)

Rosa Salaisuus left the shiny apartment block 1A for young and inexperienced Hokomaha employees at exactly 7.30 ancient human time. “I have no idea why I use this measurement,” she thought as she walked along the tiny green and yellow lane towards the enormous dome of “Hokomaha ~ You shop, we drop it anywhere”. She furrowed her brow, and her intense blue eyes got that distinct stare. “It is only the mossbacks on terra, who live in the forests of Wast Llreet, who still use this. I should not have spent so much time with the Re-educated in school”. She Read More

Meet The “Multi-Lingual Poetry Appreciation Group”

This post answers to Eugi’s weekly prompt which is “Midnight”: “Bonsoir, mes cheres,” said Beatrice, the French host of this weeks poetry club meeting, when all four middle-aged ladies were assembled in her garden room. Marjory sat as usual on the thick wooden plant shelf with her back towards the windows into Beatrice’s impeccable garden. Beatrice smiled as she remembered Marjory entering the room for their first meeting of the MuPAG short for “multi-lingual poetry appreciation group”. Marjory just looked outside in disgust, moved a flower pot to the side and sat down facing the room. She never said a Read More