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Wordle #189

March 28, 2018

From Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie comes Wordle #189

– Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem.
– The words can appear in an alternate form.
– Use the words in any order that you like.

1. Malice «                     7. Imperative «
2. Gangly «                    8. Orbit «
3. Find «                         9. Inchoate
4. Misery «                   10. Helminth «
5. Hardhearted «        11. Mask «
6. Lens                          12. Glide «

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With malice toward some and misery for more you’ll find me wriggling like a helminth, heaving hardhearted words in every direction.

My promises, cheap at half the price, drip like gangly threads of yellow snot from my mask of sincerity; thin strands that glide over my lips and orbit around the bottom of my stubby chin before dropping into your hungry mouth.

It’s a pleasure to meet you.


I’m running for reelection in November and it’s imperative that I return to Washington where I can continue to work for you. Can I count on your vote?



March 28, 2018

If one were so inclined he could simply read everything Thich Nhat Hanh writes and share it with everyone he encounters throughout the day. If he were to do that, he thinks, it’s possible the world might be a calmer and more peaceful place. But that wouldn’t be practical and he guesses that the people he encounters throughout the day might misinterpret the words, as well as the intent behind the words, and not recognize his true intent. Instead, all one who might be so inclined can do is share passages from books that spoke to him with anyone who might happen along to see them. Like this short passage* from the book Being Peace (which is available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble).

I would like to offer one short poem you can recite from time to time, while breathing and smiling:

Breathing in, I calm my body.
Breathing out, I smile.
Dwelling in the present moment
I know this is a wonderful moment.

“Breathing in, I calm my body.” Reciting this line is like drinking a glass of ice water-you feel the cold, the freshness, permeate your body. When I breathe in and recite this line, I actually feel the breathing calming my body, calming my mind.

“Breathing out, I smile.” You know the effect of a smile. A smile can relax hundreds of muscles in your face, and relax your nervous system. A smile makes you master of yourself. That is why the Buddhas and bodhisattvas are always smiling. When you smile, you realize the wonder of the smile.

“Dwelling in the present moment.” While I sit here, I don’t think of somewhere else, of the future or the past. I sit here, and I know where I am. This is very important. We tend to be alive in the future, not now. We say, “Wait until I finish school and get my Ph.D. degree, and then I will be really alive.” When we have it, and it wasn’t easy to get, we say to ourselves, “I have to wait until I have a job in order to be really alive.” And then after the job, a car. After the car, a house. We are not capable of being alive in the present moment. We tend to postpone being alive to the future, the distant future, we don’t know when. Now is not the moment to be alive. We may never be alive at all in our entire life. Therefore, the technique, if we have to speak of a technique, is to be in the present moment, to be aware that we are here and now, and the only moment to be alive is the present moment.

“I know this is a wonderful moment.” This is the only moment that is real. To be here and now, and enjoy the present moment is our most important task. “Calming, Smiling. Present moment, Wonderful moment.” I hope you will try it.

Eyes closed or eyes open, sitting or walking, I think this is a beautiful mantra: “Calming, Smiling. Present moment, Wonderful moment.”

* The above quoted passage from Being Peace is copyrighted material and I will remove it when requested.

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt #194: Worship & Goddess

March 27, 2018

The Haiku Prompt Challenge is hosted by Ronovan Hester. I just found his blog and it looks like fun. Every Monday Ronovan provides two words and we do the rest. This week’s challenge can be found HERE and this week’s two prompt words are “Worship” and “Goddess”.


Goddess standing tall.
Eyes closed I stand in worship
at nature’s altar.

Life Without Facebook

March 27, 2018

I’ve decided to take a hiatus from Facebook.

I’m not a heavy Facebook user because I’ve never totally trusted the platform, but my misgivings have never been enough to make me step back from the different special interest groups I’ve joined, or leave the friends I’ve made in some of those groups – or the friends I’ve reacquainted with – behind. But then came the Cambridge Analytica scandal and after reading and thinking about the implications behind that data breach, suddenly nothing about Facebook felt right to me anymore. Even something as simple as looking at a picture or watching a video or clicking a “Like” button felt bad.


I’ll miss friends old and new, and I’ll miss talking about writing and photography and movies and TV shows and baseball, as well as learning about new vegan recipes and discovering new ways of eating. I’ll even miss spending hours looking at memes and videos of animals. But if I’m going to spend hours online interacting with others then I need to do it on a platform(s) where I can feel relatively confident that I’m somewhat secure and where I’m being allowed to think for myself – especially with a very important US election just months away. I need places where I believe the host site takes the responsibility to protect my information, and right now Facebook doesn’t give me that reassurance or sense of security. There aren’t a lot of Facebook alternatives out there that I’m aware of so if you have one you want to share, I’m all ears.

(And that’s one of the biggest reasons I like interacting so much because when you’re all ears it’s very uncomfortable going out in public.)

(Dislike button courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)

Following My Dreams (Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge)

March 26, 2018

The Carrot Ranch Literary Community, hosted by Charli Mills, is HERE.

March 22, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the theme “follow your dreams.” Bonus points for throwing a badge into the tale. Go where the prompt leads.

Following My Dreams

Follow your dreams she tells me.

That Nadine, she always knows what someone else should be doing: I should mow the lawn; the Bishop’s shouldn’t stay up so late; the Porter’s should get a new car; the Schulte’s should put their daughter on a diet; I should get a haircut.

Yes, she has a way, Nadine.

I finally took her advice and filed for divorce. Now I live quietly by myself in a small apartment and right now I’m going to roll over and pull the covers up and take some of her oft-offered advice and follow my dreams.


Mention of a badge in the tale would have earned bonus points, and while I didn’t include a badge in my tale I lose out on those precious bonus points, but for semi-bonus points – –
Q) What do you call a BADGEr who has carrots stuck into both of his ears?
A) Anything you want because he won’t hear you.

The Last Little Snowperson

March 13, 2018

Yesterday morning I talked about the little snowperson I passed on my walk to work and this morning I’m sad to report that the little Snowperson is no more.

Someone – an unimaginative sort who obviously doesn’t believe in the magic involved with little snowpeople guarding downtown Minneapolis intersections – decided to take their anger out on the tiny street guard.

I would have eventually given him one but little guy never even had a name that I know of which, in a way, makes his whole story even sadder.

he might be a fairy tale,
they say he was made of snow (and twigs and a rock),
but I certainly know that he’d come to life every day.
Maybe there’s some magic in the parts he left behind
and when we see his picture we can start to dance around.

Oh last little snowperson . . . a carefree, peaceful soul . . .

Maybe it’s better this way because with the warm-up coming later this week he would have suffered a slow death by melting. And I guess it’s better that someone would destroy a little snowperson (even one who was minding his own business) than hit another person or kick the family pet, but still, the world is a little sadder place today.

Goodbye little snowperson.

The Last Little Snowperson

The Last Little Snowperson

He’s gone and nothin’s gonna bring him back.

Little Snowperson

March 12, 2018

Walking in to work this morning –

(isn’t interesting how one word can make a difference? Because if I had typed,        “Walking into work this morning” it would have made work seem like a brick wall or something that I had walked headfirst into. Of course sometimes work does feel like a brick wall that I’m walking headfirst into, especially when people call in to say they’re going to be late this morning (do people really not know about the return to Daylight Savings Time and did they not turn on the news at all since Friday or talk to someone who had?) because their alarm clock or alarm phone or alarm TV had the wrong time, but that’s beside the point.)

– I passed this little snowperson hanging out on the corner of 6th Street and 4th Avenue South in downtown Minneapolis. It’s not a great picture and I wasn’t in the mood to bend down and take the picture but you get the idea. The eyes, nose and arms are made from little twigs and his mohawk haircut is a little rock.

I have no idea who made the little snowperson and left it there to guard the intersection, but whoever you are, thank you for the morning surprise. It’s nice to start the day with a smile.


Little snowperson

Little Snowperson brightening up the day of everyone who walks past him this morning.

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