Author: rugby843

I am a widow since 2013 and live by myself in a small apartment. I use a wheelchair to get around, but I wouldn't consider myself disabled. I'm 11 years away from having bladder cancer resulting in a urostomy and I'm doing well. This cancer was a result of having radiation in 1995 because of uterine cancer. So have faith in yourself, a cancer diagnosis is not a death sentence. My first try at blogging was an attempt to help other people with my condition. I am a mother of three married children, and a grandmother to eight gorgeous kids, featuring them often here, and a great grandmother to two as of today, 6/7/25! I enjoy exploring my feelings and like to try the challenges. I like humor, music, movies, games, and some sports. I absolutely appreciate your reading and commenting on my blog. I am happy to read all of your blogs and learn more about you. Please comment however you like, ask whatever, and I'll answer honestly. Thanks for reading! Cheryl

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

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“Put your arm around me, you twit!  This is supposed to be a romantic scene, and you’re just standing there like your last knave just died!  I said, put your arm around me, at least try to appear interested!”


Faking attempt at affection, the actor half heartedly drooped his arm over her shoulder.  She was such a bitch and he only had two more nights of this hell with her.  Then he could pursue his dream, playing Hamlet off Broadway.  The only reason he had that opportunity was putting up with this role for a few weeks.  “When I act as Hamlet, people will see me for my true acting ability.” He nudged the actress, almost pushing her into the rail.


“Watch it, you oaf, two more nights and I’ll be done with you, if you live that long.”  She had put up with his overacting, forgetting lines and general awkwardness for six weeks, only two days to go.  Surely her experience and reputation could last a while longer.  She purposely stepped on his foot, hard.  He uttered a protest.


Projecting her voice to the audience, she smiled and spoke with her best English accent, “My lord, surely you jest?”


https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/03/19/sunday-photo-fiction-march-19th-2017/

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Fandango’s Flashback Friday — March 6th

Friday Fictioneers

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Joe adored the boss’s secretary, but had a hard time getting up the courage to ask her out. Many times he visualized asking her and then his confidence would fail. The cafeteria was on the building’s ground floor and surrounded by glass walls, and open to the public. He knew she had lunch there practically every day. Joe thought he might “accidentally” run into her there. His mind knew he could do it, meet her face to face, and strike up a conversation. However his legs seemed to decide they wouldn’t take him there, turning to jelly when near her.

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6 March 2026

dVerse Poets

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walking through the strewn path

crunching leaves, my unintended wrath

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colors bright or even fading

green fronds above remain shading

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stepping through the loud leaves

sustenance the soil receives

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all the brightness may lessen

soon snow will be the dressing

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autumn leaves I do adore

even resting on forest floors

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although, I look forward to the glow

of white soft blankets of drifted snow

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MTB: Two and a Half Rhyme

Tanka Tuesday

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“The forest is a calm spiritual place“ John Muir

Finding solace in the forest

Falling into a state of calm

I might name it a spiritual place

A walk into the magical.

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A golden shovel poem is a contemporary poetic form where each word from a borrowed line ends a line in a new poem. American poet Terrance Hayes invented the form in 2010 as a tribute to Gwendolyn Brooks. “A Forest Soul Cleanse” John Muir

“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.” - John Muir



The forest is a calm spiritual place,
a balsam scented and serene space.
Rabbits hide in mossy dens,
with fresh mushroom gems.
Magical!
Cleanse.
Fanciful,
trees, flowers and stems.
Where creatures sleep and some race.
A place to treat with kindness and grace,
the forest is a calm spiritual place.

***I hope this fits the criteria

#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 54, Imagist poetry, 3/3/2026