Category: WP Writing

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Best pun ever!

Growing up, my mother was a master punster. Her word-play calisthenics, to an adolescent, were real groaners. As I get older, my genetic predisposition for puns has begun showing more and more, but mom's true scion is my daughter. At the ripe old age of six, she quipped the best pun I've ever heard. We ...

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Doppelgänger dilemma

A prompt from WordPress Daily Press totally gobsmacked me this morning. The idea is to write a scene where I meet “an opposite version of (myself).” A sort of DC Comic Bizarro World-slash-Seinfeld encounter. Aside from the obvious physical differences - taller, thinner, younger, more blonde - the internal changes are what stumped me. What sort ...

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Twisted

I turned down that dark road, Abandoning who I was For who you wanted me to be. Contorted and transformed, I have become unrecognizable in the mirror Held up to my down-turned, shame-filled face Careful where I tread, I twisted an ankle trying Not to break the eggshells I walked on. My stomach knotted with ...

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Personal Pequod

His gruff persona was as iconic as the lighthouse standing vigil on the knoll above the marina. If you were in the harbor when he returned from a voyage, you would spy him at the helm of his boat, greasy ball cap shoved down over his bald pate, his eyes barely visible. His characteristic oil ...

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Abstraction

More and more, when I'm on my weekly photo hike, I try to frame the images I wanted directly in my camera. That may mean changing lenses so I can get in tight, or changing my orientation to change the photo's perspective. I also shoot in very high resolution, which seems to allow me more ...

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Mad love

It's not boxes of gooey candy, or bouquets of fragrant roses. It's not decadent, chocolate dipped berries, or silky red lingerie, nor drug store cards declaring your everlasting love. It's calling from a business trip to tell me 'good morning' even when you're two hours earlier. It's cleaning out the cat's litter box because you ...

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Missing what you’ve never had

Still, even after all that has happened, after all the hurt and confusion, I miss you. Or rather, I miss what could have been. I wish I were able to sit down with you, maybe over a cup of coffee, and have a real conversation with you. I don’t even know if you drink coffee… ...

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As charms on a bracelet

Wandering among granite and wrought iron walls Tracing epitaphs etched, dates neglected Wrapped in lingering sorrow like prayer shawls As charms on a bracelets, souls Death collected Trinkets meant to amuse and entertain No more precious than bits of bone dissected Yet each cherished in a heart, love doth sustain Relics kept secret even from ...