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For SOCS
The prompt was “My Year,” so I’m choosing a photo from each month of the year 2024 to post here in a gallery.
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For SOCS
The prompt was “My Year,” so I’m choosing a photo from each month of the year 2024 to post here in a gallery.
Another Sunset
This bald
horizon line,
teeth of far-off cliffs.
An orange that hurts, it is so bright—
the face of the sunset
makes its daily pilgrimage.
Only yesterday breathing in a sea.
Today, facing the hard stone
of an offshore outcropping.
We, the tender-hearted,
wait for you each evening.
We line our hearts up for you.
Over here, I’m the girl
In red sequins at the front,
waiting for your black velvet brother.
For Photo Challenge
1. Ackamarackus: What my father used to say every time someone began to play the shakers in Latin music.
2. Anencephalous: What some people accuse a man with tiny feet of also having.
3. Antediluvian: What they call a boy who has finally agreed to give up his Teddy bear.
4. Accismus: The next holiday after a Thanksgiving.
5. Agelast: The woman in a beauty shop whose main job is to put gel in your damp hair before blow-drying it.
6. Arabinose: What they call a Palesitinian man’s large proboscis
7. Antimacassar: What they call a man who curses every time he passes a Macdonald’s Hamburger Spot.
8. Anagrammatic: What Anna became after graduating from college with a degree in English.
9. Aichmophobia: Someone with a dread of pain.
10. Atrabilious: Someone who develops a stomach disorder every time they hear music sung by Ol’ Blue Eyes.
For Fibbing Friday Image by Alamy
For Cee’s FOTD
My small writing group and spouses are coming for Christmas comida and white elephant gift exchange. Under each plate is a fortune and on each slip they draw for what their turn is to choose a gift is also a question to answer. Forgottenman made a list of fractured fortunes to distribute as well. If you want to see them, I’ll print all of them after folks have already seen them.

Born Lazy
You can have your tennis, your jogging, golf and hiking.
I’d rather spend time coasting while other souls are biking.
You’ll never find my name in the record books of Guinness,
for I don’t excel at basketball or badminton or tennis.
Somehow, nature slighted me when it came to “gameness.”
When asked to participate, I simulate my lameness.
I guess I was born lazy. I simply love my bed.
I pretend not to hear it when the cat yowls to be fed.
When duty calls, I plug my ears and happily roll over.
I find it is more comfortable here in beds of clover.
For My Vivid. Blog, the prompt word is “born.”
I just couldn’t let Santa die a final piñata death, so I removed him from his shattered shell and did a bit of reclamation work and now here he is, gracing the door of my garage. If you didn’t see Santa’s former role, the story is here: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2024/12/22/breaking-pinatas-for-cellpic-sunday-dec-22-2024/
For CFFC the prompt is colorful buildings.. Ha! right up my alley…