News!

The book review of The Firm by John Grisham is up at HA Reads Books. You can read it here.

Also, those interested in writing haiku or any other Japanese short poetry form are invited to participate in a daily writing prompt for the month of October on my haiku writing site, A Haiku A Day. A word prompt will be posted everyday, along with a linking widget.

And another thing I wanted to discuss here today is that I started a category of guest blogs a little while back. It has been used only once though. If you are interested in writing a guest blog on this site, please do inform me of it in the comments section or you can write an e-mail to me at hamusesanewtune@gmail.com. I am looking forward to have you share words on this site.

And there is yet another thing. The Right2Write Prompts have temporarily been stopped. I am no longer going to post them for a while.

That is all for now. If you have any queries, please do ask me.

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Inspired Inscriptions

I Follow The Wind by Judith Clay

on one wheel cycle,

the string of life in her hands,

she breathes in the air,

a wish embedded in heart,

to find her way flying away

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Henry and Adele by Judith Clay

a flute on his lips,

he summons nightly spirits,

the moon awakens

along with nocturnal beasts

in trance of the magic weaved

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You can fly, Mary! by Judith Clay

tying her new-print cape,

she journeys through the planet,

looking for a dream,

spectacles perched on her nose,

mulling over her tabloid

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* For dVerse Poetics where we have been introduced to the art of Judith Clay. I have written three small pieces, inspired by three different works of art (written in syllable pattern of tanka- 5/7/5/7/7).

Accident: A 100 Word Story

copyright – Indira by way of Scott Vanatter

“The truck driver had fallen asleep on his way to Kanpur,” he was reading from the newspaper for the benefit of his wife, who was serving him tea.

“An accident then, huh?” she said carelessly.

“Yup, it claimed 5 lives, that of the truck driver and four others of the same family riding in the car, the truck smashed.”

“That is sad.”

She was looking beautiful in her magenta sari with that brilliant red mark on forehead, which declared that she was his.

He lovingly pulled her onto his lap on the newspaper with the photograph of the harrowing accident scene.

*Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.