The Haunted White House

The creep haunting the White House
Has attempted to strip this country bare
And to jeopardize our American democracy
But there is an impending election
In less than two weeks
And I’m hoping that
I will have a buoyant feeling
Because this nightmare
Will finally be over

Or will it?


Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (creep), The Daily Spur (strip), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (jeopardize), Ragtag Daily Prompt (impending), and Your Daily Word Prompt (buoyant).

Blue Skies Ahead

In just two weeks

On November third

America’s winds will shift

The gray turns to blue

In the sky’s vivid hue

The sun will shine

For the first time again

In four years

My angry growl will be tamed

My nasty scowl it will devour

And alleviate

My hopelessness

And my anxieties


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (gray turns to blue), The Daily Spur (growl), Word of the Day Challenge (vivid), Your Daily Word Prompt (devour), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (alleviate).

Rainbows and Unicorns

I keep having this fantasy that one day I’ll wake up and everything will be back to normal.

That we will elect a normal, rational, sane, and ethical president.

That the pandemic will be over and we can eschew wearing protective masks and maintaining social distancing.

That we can return to and accentuate living together in peace and harmony, regardless of race, gender identity, religion, or national origin…or even political ideology.

That we can put aside petty jealousy and bring out the best in one another.

Who am I kidding? I might as well be fantasizing about rainbows and unicorns.


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (fantasy), Word of the Day Challenge (elect), Your Daily Word Prompt (eschew), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (accentuate), and The Daily Spur (jealousy).

#WDYS — Philosophy of Life

Her ancient face was etched deeply by the years of living a life with the hardihood of a woman of her generation.

“Great grandchild,” she said, taking me to task, “you should not be the kind of man who wallows in the muddy swamp of scuttlebutt. You need to fight the urges you might have to reveal the personal and private business of others. There may be recondite factors in play for which you have no knowledge or understanding.”

I blushed with embarrassment, “Great grandmother,” I said, “you are a very wise woman. I mustn’t be the purveyor of rumor and innuendo.

“That’s right, great grandchild,” she said.

“Great grandmother,” I said, “to what do you attribute your wisdom?”

“I have gained my wisdom from having lived a long, fruitful, happy, and healthy life,” she said to me. “And I have grown even wiser by embracing my fundamental philosophy of life.”

“What is your philosophy of life, great grandmother?” I asked.

She gave me a knowing smile and said, “No bullshit.”


Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Photo credit: Pisauikan@Pixabay. Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (hardihood), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (scuttlebutt), Word of the Day Challenge (urges), The Daily Spur (reveal), and Your Daily Word Prompt (recondite).

MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt — An Annual Event

It was an annual event, but was it to celebrate or commiserate over? Well, I suppose that depended upon who you were asking. If you asked her, it was to celebrate something sublime. But if you asked me, to the extent that what I thought mattered at all, it was traumatic.

Still, every year, on the anniversary of our divorce, my ex-wife insisted on throwing a divorce party and she would invite me to attend. Why she wanted me there, I don’t know, and it was even a riddle to me why I always attended. Each year, her promises to not humiliate me in front of the other guests were broken, and she delighted in doing that to me.

But last year, after speaking with my therapist, who suggested that going to my ex-wife’s sadistic yearly divorce parties would hinder my recovery, I declined her invitation.

I heard that she was outraged when she received my declination, that she was livid, and went stark raving mad. She ultimately took her own life and today is the one year anniversary of her death. I’m not sure if that is something I should celebrate or commiserate over.


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt, where the lead off sentence is “It was an annual event, but was it to celebrate or commiserate over?” Also for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (sublime), Your Daily Word Prompt (extent) The Daily Spur (riddle), Ragtag Daily Prompt (promises), and Word of the Day Challenge (recovery).