PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox Cupid’s Bow Memoir. Year 1961 “Meet you at Cupid’s Bow at three!,” Bobby’s fading voice said as we each rode our bikes away from each other. Bobby didn’t need to say it because it had been our routine every day without fail this summer. My family was headed back to…
Year: 2025
every so often (poem)
when least expectedyou walk out into a daythat says i love you note: this is exactly how it was when I stepped outside yesterday. I was running late for an appointment but pulled out the phone and took the pic.
POPO 2025 — Day 15 — Petroleum Way (re: Oil & Water Don’t Mix)
Petroleum Way (re: Oil & Water Don’t Mix) My elected rep just sent a proud email stating he’s introduced legislation that, if passed, would make it impossible to shut down Canada’s Enbridge Line 5, the decrepit oil pipeline that runs under the Straits of Mackinac. Building a tunnel around it won’t matter. It threatens fresh…
POPO 2025 — Day 14 — Happy Birthday, Loser
Happy Birthday, Loser One squeaky tank two sourpuss wretches and 10,000 empty risers vs. millions chanting freedom in the streets. No contest.
TNG 94 — #216
Judy Dykstra-Brown is the host of The Numbers Game. Today we look for images in our media gallery using #216.
dVerse — Prosery — The Enemy
image found at imgur The Enemy Drab olive duffel bulges on white chenille bedspread, waiting. Shaving, questioning in my reflection, I nick the curve of my jaw. Blood drips into sink. “Billy, come down for breakfast!,” Ma yells. I already know it’s blueberry pancakes by the aroma wafting up the stairwell. They’re my favorite, but…
POPO 2025 — Day 13 — Flag Day 2025
Flag Day 2025 Peaceful assembly carried the day in America. Small town folks came out in big numbers, energizing each other. We are not alone. Trained men on trained horses in large cities trodding on freedom breeding only contempt for a small man, orange-stained, straining on a gold throne.
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