It was like a page torn from another life- this photograph- this man that she should have not only recognized- but known intimately- shared memories with- had feelings for that reflected anything but the overwhelming sense of loss that overtook her as she devoured it- searching for anything even scantily familiar. She traced the edges […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
harsh words melt-ravens scatter on the snow,lantern light splinters hands cup fractured light-flame blooms-falcon shadows flee ptarmigan’s white-light of many lanternsgathers kindness On Tanka Tuesday this week, Selma has asked that we write haiku that reflects the style of the great Haiku master, Matsuo Bashō. Matsuo Bashō was born in 1644 in Japan’s Iga Province, […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
As I set my drink back on the bar, a whooshing sound fills my ears. I’m pulled inward, as if into a hole inside my head. My hand clutches the glass, but the cold is gone. I scan the club, frantic. Faces smear under the strobe, shadows blurring across the dancefloor. Where is Maddie? The […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
winter awakensshakes off her summer slumbersighs first frozen breath autumn bids adieuas winter’s first crystallinebreath is exhaled This is my response to the photo offered this week on SenHai Saturday. We had our first snow of the season yesterday, so it was my intention to recreate that experience for you here.| Thru Violet's Lentz
The hour was late. Only two players remained. Mason had been bleeding chips all night. Cigarette locked in his jaw, his eyes pulsed between his hand and his dwindling chips, then back again. His face expressionless, but everyone knew pride was the only thing keeping him upright. Across the table, Dalton sat easy, his fortress […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
“See there? Walking the trestle? That’s her, the little one with the long dark hair.” “Why, she’s only a child.” “And who was it that said, ‘.. and a child shall lead them?’” “I guess you’re right.” “When are you going to let her know we have come for her?” “Soon. A train has been […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
so narrow my gaze,any harm I inflictedfell conveniently,outside my field of visionwrongs I once endured,I caused to be repeatedby treading in the footsteps,of those who would do me harm-I became what I abhorred. This is my offering for this week’s Tanka Tuesday where we were asked to focus on how impactful one day can be. […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
Strings still. Pedals idle. Amps cool. Music long silenced, settles into dust motes, floating, fading. The studio, once alive with chaos and electricity, holds its breath. Sheets lay scattered, blank spaces yawn between frozen notes. Keys gleam, sticks rest, microphones sag. Even the air feels weighted, thick with absence. He lingers in the doorway, eyes […]| Thru Violet's Lentz
the hollowof my chest fluttersmy heart whirrslike a caged birdyou inhale- my urgencyexhale- slow metered musicfolding my pulseinto your breathuntil togetherthey becomeone notestill This is my contribution to this week’s We’ave Written Weekly where the instruction this week was:| Thru Violet's Lentz
The house on Ninth Street leaned like a drunken sailor. Its porch sagged, its siding peeled, and the busted screen door never closed right- but Ninth Street was the kind of place cops only drove th…| Thru Violet's Lentz
Photo Courtesy of Crispina Kemp Every Thursday, the ladies from the Garden Club came to admire Maudie’s rhubarb. It stood taller than theirs, with stalks thick as wrists and leaves that curled like…| Thru Violet's Lentz
Photo by Simone Lunghi Joleen strolled in at a nickel after the hour with the confidence of someone who was intentionally fashionably late. Truth was, she’d barely made it out of the house. The mor…| Thru Violet's Lentz
Image Credit; Gio Bartlett @ Unsplash my fingershave becomethe tonguesof my soul.speaking withan intimacy- quiteforeign yetachingly familiarwords flowlike let bloodcaught in the basinof the pagea r…| Thru Violet's Lentz
Photo Courtesy of Blog 57 La fotografia di Ago Resta Rusty caught the light outside a cafe he had seen many times but never entered. Somehow it looked different tonight. No wonder, he said to himse…| Thru Violet's Lentz
PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior A homeless man had taken to lurking at the edge of the crowd whenever Eli set up in his usual busking spot. One slow Thursday- Eli approached the man. “You enjoying the …| Thru Violet's Lentz
Photo Courtesy of Crispina Kemp They walked the same street, but today every crack in the pavement felt unfamiliar. “Do you think I’ll like the new school?” Jamie asked. Pauly shrugged. “Sure.” But…| Thru Violet's Lentz
5 posts published by Violet Lentz during September 2025| Thru Violet's Lentz
The Liminal Cafe is situated at the border between all you have ever known- and all that is yet to come. And yet, this is where she found herself- in this crowded cafe somewhere in between here and…| Thru Violet's Lentz
My view, tho' somewhat askew...| Thru Violet's Lentz
Photo by Marek Studzinski on Unsplash every so often I allow myself to wanderinto a place deep inside of me,and though it is not a particularly pleasant place,(in fact, it is downright inhospitable…| Thru Violet's Lentz
