Fat little birds squat to rest after searching the rocks and shells to find tiny creatures that quell their appetites. Away from their quests rocks a small wooden boat, steered by a slightly billowed sail in the wind. The occupant too, wishes for an interlude on choppy seas. Stormy grayness appears, menacing, and stirred up ocean waves ruffle the water. Shorebirds hunker down anticipating heavy rain while some seek shelter among the beach trees. A temporary condition, the spring weather companion, while all living things wait for summer sun.

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10 April 2026

Charlie drew furiously, thinking it a great cardboard and fabric disguise, pressing it to his chest, as if to cherish his efforts. He ignored the fabric’s imprinted waterfall background, the action in front was key to his identity, a boogie-woogie dancer. “What’s buzzing cousins?” while adjusting his mask, yelled into the dancehall.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

“I collect rare photographs…I have…one of Houdini locking his keys in his car” Stephen Wright

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http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/?m=1

I think it might be poor vision

Thinking of his last decision

To war or not to war

That is the question

“Teach them, teach them all”

His words of wisdom

“I have the power

They have the need

So send the troops

With hastened speed

I need oil and money too

I’ll sacrifice many, including you!”

His speech a warning we must heed

He’s not the only one with wartime seeds.

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Writing Prompts

“I spilled Spot Remover on my dog and now he’s gone!” Stephen Wright

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/?m=1

(6). I’m so upset this morning that any fight I had was so long ago I can’t remember it. To me the fight now is with congress that will not step up and declare this president insane, unfit to govern. I don’t care what or any political party you’re in, you have to see that in the last few days, and future days, he could get us into a nuclear world war. He’s already stirred up troubles all over the world. Sounds impossible? Has he followed any of our sacred documents set up by the founding fathers – The Constitution, the Declaration of Independence, the Bill of Rights? Our military and their families are suffering because of his acting out childish tantrums. I am angry and ready to fight this lunatic!

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – April 9, 2026

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Julie thought her new boyfriend’s words were hollow. She couldn’t get the image of her other lover, and nostalgia overtook her. She let a smile form on her lips, a blush on her cheeks, as she remembered the gift, the present he gave her on their anniversary. He had produced a gold tray with a thick foil wrapped sash that was e

mbroidered with his first words of love.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #471

Here are this week’s questions:

1.   Did you have Hot Cross Buns on Good Friday or anytime over the holidays? Yes! Love them!

2.   Did you go on, or organize, an Easter Egg hunt? Many years ago

3.   Do you believe the chocolate used in Easter Eggs is better than other times of the year? No

4.   How many Easter Eggs did you have this year?None

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Gratitude:I am grateful for the rescue of the airmen. I’m expecting a new great granddaughter today❤️

Share Your World : 6th April 2026

Today, I’ve got a bone to pick with you. Not of contention, but of expression. Of attention to poetic detail. Today, I want you to use some form of the word bone in your poem. 

Still stuck? The human body’s got 206 of ’em. Pick one and get writin’. (The wrist bone’s connected to the poem bone…) 

New to the Q? Here’s the bones of it: 
Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word bone. Post your poem on your own blog, and link up with us using the Mr. Linky below. Then spend some time making your way around the interwebs, as you read and comment on the amazing work of your fellow poets. The Quadrille is here all week, so be sure to come back and read (and write) some more! 

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Frozen to the bone, she said
Tried to hear, clear my head
Looked around so helplessly
Not a stick of wood did I see
I only had this book of mine
A diary when I was in decline
Now it too, will suffer dying.

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And of course, the classic: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISHSfKYWxNw
Bad to the Bone, George Thorogood 

 

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