The Bag Lady

Number 4: Their presence on TikTok, Instagram, etc., and their millions of selfies on their devices.

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This Week’s Writer’s Workshop Prompts – June 19, 2025

Just as every day, Joe starts the morning admiring his works of art. The one time love from years gone by…he often wonders where she is now. When she left, he looked over all the sketches he had drawn and his paintings of her. These few were his favorites. Her beauty evident, but the fun they had that summer was depicted on this wall. A summer romance after college graduation was brief but remembered here.

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20 June 2025

Needing a Break

“Get outside, now!” That was the harried mom’s yell. She was trying to feed three month old twins and sitting between them, first a spoon in the boys mouth and then a spoon of mashed potato for the baby girl. Not many mothers can handle two small babies, a five year old and a seven year old, but she is managing. Summer heat and no break in school time, she manages. After the first two times she says “it’s time to go outside” doesn’t get their attention from their tablet games, she occasionally raises her voice.

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Writing Prompts

What remains – I hardly think of my age
I think of it as an imprudent sage
Old time friends still stay in touch
Distance affects us very much
Times new and old we share
Birthdays remembered show we care
Age is only a word.

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W3 Prompt #164: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Taking

Hubristic

Ennobling

Falling

Awkwardly

Legs

Life

Once

Firm

In

Caring

Affectionate

Residence

Undone –

Sanctioned

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Poetics: Triumph and Defeat

kisses felt

the heartbeat quickens

embracing

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skin warming to touch

whispers with such giving words

heated arms entwine

specific glances invite

eyes close in their ecstasy

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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 17, June 17th: Rensaku

As the auctioneer’s gavel came down, all eyes turned to her. It was only natural and not meant as a condemnation…well all except the irate woman in the front row. That woman was the mother of the deceased and quite upset with her daughter-in-law who chose to sell every single piece of her husband’s belongings. There was no consultation with her, the mother-in-law scorned. By my estimation, well deserved!

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Fandango’s Story Starter #205

Wave the flag! Leave your home, your flat, your cabin or cave! Join your local forum and organize a protest!

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Three Things Challenge #MM93

nature needs no vase

her choices of beauty rise

from soil to the sun

red tipped rose defies senses

such radiant elegance

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http://amanpan.com/

Everyone was having a good time, but the air was boiling hot

Grandma Perkins cheered on her boy, and stood up until she was not

All the families yelled, “Stop the game!”

And then the on-field ambulance came.

Miss Perkins to the hospital rode

A heart attack is what they were told.

Turned out it was just a heatstroke

The doctor was a helpful old bloke.

The game of the season was held in a while

And Miss Perkins, recovered, and gave all a smile.

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Monday Poetry Prompt: Game, Hot, Until