Brothers: Friday Fictioneers

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Brothers, siblings, rivals. Always teasing, testing the limits, manipulating. Like some adults we know? Even countries? Presidents, too? OK. So how will this one end?

Does Love Trump All? Or, Does Trump Love All? Or, Do All Love Trump? Tweet Tweet.

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Well, my first poem is now posted in, get this, The Rat’s Ass Review. Heck, you got to start someplace. The piece is on a page entitled, “Such an Ugly Time”, reflecting thoughts about the first 100 days of Trump’s … Continue reading

No Extra Charge for Claustrophobia: Friday’s Little Room of Fictioneers

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Have you heard or seen or even stayed in one of those new mini-rooms that are supposed to save a traveler money? Ever suspect that it’s not being created for savings, but to load tons of more guests into less … Continue reading

Entrees, Like Revenge, May Be Served Cold: Limerick Off Monday

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Limerick Post (Limerick-Off Monday) of MAD KANE’S HUMOR BLOG challenges readers/writers to write, obviously, LIMERICKS! This week’s suggested first line that I chose was: When the entrée arrived, it was cold…   Entrees, Like Revenge, May Be Served Cold When … Continue reading

Jesus at a Doorway: Wordle 96

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The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week’s words are: Jesus at a Doorway A door: to Adore some surly light. A door that leads … Continue reading

The Pills’ Grim Progress from this Major to that Which is to Come

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Picture It and Write from ermiliablog@wordpress Write a paragraph of fiction or a poem to accompany the image. The picture prompt for this week is below:                         The Pills’ … Continue reading

A Bewitched Silence: Julia’s Place 100WCGU

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What is 100WCGU? Each week there is a prompt: a few connected words, a selection of individual words or a picture. The prompt is: … the silence was deafening …

Lying Here Dying at the Sky: Reason2Rhyme Poetry Prompt – “Here’s Your Sign”

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kbnelson’s Reason2Rhyme Poetry Prompt: “Here’s Your Sign” Transcribe the text of a sign that you encounter. Write maintaining the tone of the sign. I used her sign picture                     Lying Here … Continue reading

The Bridges of Men – Picture It and Write

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Picture it and write from ermiliablog@wordpress Write a paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. Or, it can be a poem Anyone who wants to join in is welcome. the picture prompt for this week is below:       … Continue reading

Suffer the Death of Our Fathers

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In Italy fathers are killing themselves, committing suicide, pre-meditated, so that their families will be absolved of debts that they have incurred because of the economy. They see no other alternative.They’re throwing themselves out of buildings, off of bridges, and … Continue reading

Haiku’s

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These are the haiku’s of party politics, occupy wall and word and world street,  the who-cares and who-gives-a-crap turnpike to the beating down of the beaten down – the old, the poor, the jew and gentile, the gypsy, the uneducated, … Continue reading

Today we’re “clerihewing” our Facebook editorial from yesterday

Faceless

Zuckerberg’s Eduardo Saverin,
Facebook’s faceless evil twin,
took American dollars ne’er to be seen ag’in, off-shore
to Singapore.

Randy Mazie

Face Off With Facebook’s Eduardo Saverin

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Eduardo Saverin was born in São Paulo, Brazil. His father became wealthy, Eduardo became a potential kidnap victim, and the family moved to Miami – to be safe and secure in the arms of America. Eduardo attended high school,  went on to Harvard, … Continue reading

May 8, 1924… Dad

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Today would have been my dad’s 88th birthday. He died a few months ago. From Alzheimer’s. Some of you might think it just old age – it was not. It was the slow thieving by a disease from a man … Continue reading