Appetite wanders listlessly
Bread, the staple always provided
Even in confinement they give you bread
The thirst is the worst
Dry mouths, tongue sticks to teeth
Without water, hunger lessens
But bread, water, just a crust
Begging nourishment
Death in starving
Eases the pain
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Q242 Hunger Makes the Best of Poetry
I chose number 4 – allergic reaction
I was having a twenty minute operation on my right wrist for carpal tunnel. Easy Peasy according to the doc. They had applied a beir block – “A Bier block (intravenous regional anesthesia) is a safe, effective, and short-term anesthetic technique for arm or leg surgeries, involving an intravenous injection of local anesthetic into a limb isolated by a tourniquet.” When the quick op was done apparently the anesthesiologist let the tourniquet that held back the lidocaine loose too fast, went straight up to my heart and stopped it. All I remember is sitting straight up all of a sudden, and then falling back. I died there for a few minutes and then woke up with a bunch of equipment and a mask which I tried to remove – of course I’m claustrophobic- and my sister in law pushed it back on telling me I had to have it. I really didn’t know what happened until hours later. This is the first time I died so my family thinks I’m immortal…
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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – February 24, 2026
sunny day venture
curious exploration
drawn to the color
a soft caress to beauty
golden petals yield to touch
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What do you see # 329- 23 February, 2026
It was not her usual saunter
She knew she shouldn’t be there
The free ticket she was offered
To no new frontier, but a lair
Previous redemption fluttered through her mind
She worked hard to achieve that goal
But loneliness threw itself, to be confined
Settling inside her heart and took its toll
She saw the temptation
Rising from his seat
She knew she should not
Should make a quick retreat
He hurried over, seemed pleased to see her now
Unfortunately for her, she forgot her sacred vows.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Relapse
RDP Monday: SAUNTER
FOWC With Fandango — Ticket
Frontier
A baby engulfs the sunshine of your heart. The total innocence of the sleeping babe who gently drifts into dreamland captures a promise and bond of everlasting love. After a splashing bath, shampoo and giggly towel dry off, watching over him as he gently achieves a deep rest, your aim is simply to love and protect this tiny being.
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My gratitude this week is apparently my new upstairs neighbor is a quiet couple. The person previously above me moved down to my first floor but luckily to the end of the hall. Her grandkids still run wild in that hall but at least no “dropping a bowling ball” noise on my ceiling. And my daughter is back to work today recovered almost completely from her surgery.🥰
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Sunny cold
Trees quiet
Melting snow
Donning sweater
Stepping out
Patio planters turned over
Wind damage two days ago
Spring is coming
A foolish thought
Back inside
Start coffee machine
Sigh…
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Joe decides to build his own mast
Using balsa wood for the task
His sail of course drooped
The deck also pooped
Hope sailed and his failure was cast
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Humans began building structures for shelter roughly 300,000 to 500,000 years ago, evolving from using natural caves to creating huts from branches, animal hides, and bones. Houses are more than just the walls around us or the roof over our heads, as they are places where we feel comfortable and we connect to them because we feel that is where we belong.
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Coming Home. Song by Old Dominion ‧ 2024
… I’ve been so many miles
I’ve done forgot how long I’ve been gone
I’ve worn a hole right through my soul and both these shoes I’ve got on
I ran the streets, I’ve shot the breeze
I’ve seen the world but found out
My ragged heart’s still on a string that’s tied to you
… And, I’m on my way (hey), I’m almost there
I look like hell, baby, but I don’t care
Take out your best dress, leave it on the floor
I’m coming in hot, baby, can’t wait no more, yeah
… So baby leave the light on, and let your hair down
I’m your midnight rider, it won’t be long now
Been driving all night, so Katy bar the door
Gonna hold you tight, so hold the phone
Gonna kiss you like I’m coming home from war
… You kept a candle in the window, waiting, burning for me
I’m turning home
I’ll turn you on as soon as I turn the key
Your gravity is pulling me, you’re all I need
… I’m on my way (hey), I’m almost there
I look like hell, baby, but I don’t care
Yeah, this old highway is through with me
Yeah, there’s a million winding roads
But, just one place I wanna be
… So baby leave the light on, and let your hair down
I’m your midnight rider, it won’t be long now
Been driving all night, so Katy bar the door
Gonna hold you tight, so hold the phone
Gonna kiss you like I’m coming home from war
… I’m on my way
Hey, hey
I’m on my way
… So baby leave the light on, and let your hair down
I’m your midnight rider, it won’t be long now
Been driving all night, so Katy bar the door
Gonna hold you tight, so hold the phone
Gonna kiss you like I’m coming home from war
… Just like I’m coming home from war
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Shane L. Mcanally / Trevor Joseph Rosen / Matthew Thomas Ramsey / Brad Francis Tursi / Whit Sellers / Geoffrey Sprung
Coming Home lyrics © Universal Music Corp., Wc Music Corp., Sharkules Music, Tiny Handstand, Bird And Bean Music, Turs And Chorus, Art Of Ctm Music Outlander Lp, Smackworld Music
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No Place Like It
Okay, when you get there, just text me.
My phone won’t work down there.
Ok, then just give me a sign, I’ll be waiting.
Joe lowered himself slowly into the cave, not expecting it to be filled with roaring sea water.
Joe tried yelling for help when the rope broke, but the water muffled his voice.
When Mike felt the rope suddenly go slack he knew it was not a good sign.
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Prompt Word!
The Bag Lady 
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