Alysse Aallyn

Category: #CoDependence

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Rhythmic Exercise

    Sea creatures imbibe

    Each wave; sea

    Breathers

    Ratify

    Einstein’s

    Stardust

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku; Prickly Poppy

    Bitter melon

    Ensnares:

    Tastes embroil;

    Preclude;

    Collude –

    Confederate

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #HAIKU; The Huddle

    I’ve

    Got nothing: you –

    Less;

    Heads put together

    Solve each other’s problems

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Autoclave

    Parts melt

    Under pressure;

    Quiver,

    Fuse, resolve into steel or

    Explode

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    Haiku: Relief

    Generous souls

    Confront fear’s energy

    Calmly.

    World‘s pain

    Blocked,

    Transformed.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Initiative vs Guilt

    Shouldn’t but

    Couldn’t

    Stop; Must

    Consume my way out;

    Mired –

    Stuck;

    Stupe-fried

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku:  Old vs New

    Antique gods

    Mandated murder;

    New goddess favors

    Propagation.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Karma

    Come round –

    Go round.

    Love reaps love

    Law reaps

    Justice

    Violence reaps

    Whirlwind.

  • Haiku: Overthinking

    by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Overthinking

    Brain heats up

    Smoke blurs eyes

    Complications threaten –

    Solutions

    Vanish

  • The Missing Bride – a mystery by Alysse Aallyn

    Chapter 20 – The End

    We flew to a hotel at LaGuardia,

    Called Derek, whose father suggested

    Vince Tromwell.  He got 

    Mirabel immunity as long as she told

    “the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth”

    and after they tested the shirt and the knife

    Verne even confessed –

    If you call taking an Alford plea –

    (Which legally means “You got me”) –

    Confession. Verne got forty years

    On each count with deportation

    Instead of parole. 

    Mom and Dad didn’t mind

    Having a yoga teacher in the family –

    They both started yoga –

    I admit I did too –

    That’s what big sisters are for;

    They go through everything first

    So you don’t have to.

    We get to be writers, we

    The little sisters

    Poets and thinkers of all the peaceful

    Afternoons; assessing, not

    Regressing, savoring even

    The upside down moments

    Right side up and 

    Passing them to history.

    It worked on everyone but Mr.

    Mowgley, English teacher,

    Who said;

    “Shouldn’t you write this

    In the third person voice

    To gain some distance?”

    I said, “Never.

    I’m Richenda Marshott, only me and

    I’ll never pretend to be

    Anyone else.”