I said please surprise me, but you know how much I love that outfit with the blue front. The flower pattern of rosebud twins is quite appropriate for the day, don’t you think? Of course the choice is yours, that’s fine, but I prefer our announcement to be subtle. Do you think only the twin rose buds intertwined would work, since they already know we are pregnant? She just smiled and said okay.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #460
Offering an ode to red vines
A candy I find that’s sublime
Chewy strings are mostly red
A sweet treat that may have been said
To be a soothing temperance
Frustration gone chewing dance.
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Now others may see this sweet treat
Too much a threat for children’s teeth
But they may be temper prone
The chewability is known
For solace in that circumstance
Performing a tantrum stance
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**The form, 8,8,7,8,8,7, follows “To an Intra-mural Rat” poem pattern.
#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 48, Marianne Moore, 12/30/2025
When he didn’t reply, I immediately thought, “They’ve got him and now they’re coming for me.” His cell rang about ten times and I gave up. Our sister, Maria and grandmother Rosita, were staying home, sheltered and safe, I hoped. Jose, my brother in law, had to go to work, and did so, every day. I knew it was only a matter of time before he was yanked out of his car, or workplace, because it was happening to all of our Hispanic relatives and friends. Even children were grabbed out of school. This must be a bad dream, a nightmare. It can’t be real. Please let me wake up to the freedom I had a year ago.
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Fandango’s Story Starter #231
“So, Joe, I heard you and Harry went over to the “Hot Tub Club”.”
“Yeah, so what?”
“Well, what was it like? See any girls over there?”
Harry laughed. “Nope, just a bunch of us old fat guys.”
“I heard it’s a good place for cruisin’.”
“Joe, how many years since you cruised anywhere!”
“We’ll just a thought Harry. I miss my wife. It’s been five years since she jumped off that cliff with all of her friends. She’s the only one that the leopard seals got.” Joe turned away from Harry as an unbid tear fell.
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Jim’s Simply 6 Minutes
loving snow
soft wet flakes landing
scooping flakes
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no rude gesture here
sticking out the small hot tongue
savoring soft ice
welcoming wintery gift
wrapping in a snow angel
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Poetics: New Year Snow
Here are this week’s questions:
1. Would you like to have your own private jet? Who wouldn’t? I would visit my son in Albania!
2. Would you like a chauffeur to drive you everywhere? Oh yes!
3. Would you like to live on your own desert island? Nope. Give me a cabin in the woods in the mountains.
4. Have you ever had anything made to measure (suit, dress, shoes etc) Yes. My mother made a lot of clothes even as a teen.
Gratitude: I am extremely thankful that after many hours even days on the phone trying to get some thing corrected, that my daughter came over today and to fix it for me. She has a magic touch.
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2026/01/19/share-your-world-19th-january/
I blushed as he finished reading
I had no idea his words were leading
My heart to admire him
Unspoken thoughts on the brim
Of my lips but not revealed
Thinking his words could heal
My broken heart, empty now
Shown in his wrinkled brow
Concern for me, maybe a start
A try to fill my empty heart.
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Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 20th, 2026
6. Funny you should ask that as my granddaughter just got a new one yesterday. Too painful for this old lady, but she doesn’t seem to mind😵💫
This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – January 20, 2026
This mother’s son, followed a service to the greater good. A tragedy, but he tried so hard and lost his life because of it. Today we need to follow his example.
a lost life
no rewards for him
tragic tale
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Service, Son, Today
“Bury me with the lies I told” – written outside the envelope. It was addressed to me – I wondered why. I barely knew her, and what I did know was not pleasant. I met my new mother-in-law three years after my “real” mil died of cancer five days after I married her only son. Tragically, we had two days after the ceremony to travel and meet her. Then less than three years later I had a new (Cruella deVille) mother in law. Then my husband a new half brother and a half sister on the way. All this surprising but then communications weren’t easy. Our children were pushed away from them as grandparents and no one stopped this. I ripped open the envelope, thinking maybe it was an apology. I was wrong of course. She kept her lies and I gladly buried them.
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Dverse Prosery Monday — Bury Me
The Bag Lady 
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