They are close to where we are currently staying, but not where we normally live.
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People live in buildings like those in the distance. There is one still being constructed as well.Other places where people live especially if they have boatsIn the distance are condos if you look past the bicycle, the people, the palm trees and the whatever-it-is art
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Some of my poetry was recently published in The Short of It. I am grateful to the editor for accepting them.
With the sounds of battle coming from the enemy’s gates the sergeant told Philippe, “Write down every miracle.”
Philippe told him that he couldn’t think of a single one.
The sergeant responded, “Then open your eyes.”
Philippe told him that his eyes were open, but there were no miracles to be seen.
The sergeant knew Philippe wasn’t ready to be launched like a rock against the gates of hell, but with the battle raging the sergeant had time only for a brief deliverance or mini exorcism – words of command given to the demonic mountain to move – before he turned to the next soldier.
But that was all Philippe needed for the grays to wash clean with brand new bright light.
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Denise offers the prompt word “brand” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Some of these may be more cluttered than a true minimalist would find acceptable.
Except perhaps for the last one.
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The beach with a minimal amount of stuff washed to shore. At the top is sand pushed aside by a plow smoothing the beach.So minimal, not even the sun is in the photoThis one is so minimal I almost called it “White On White” except it is gray, the gray sand left as the waves retreated.
All of these limericks were originally posted to either Esther Chilton’s Laughing Along With A Limerick or her Writing Prompts during the month of January 2026.
Curly Curls
Well, I don’t think I have much to say about curls that girls display. When each curl is true, then the girl is, too – so I thought – and still do – come what may.
When the trees are all white, there is snow. It is bright in the light. I will go out to play in the stuff till enough is enough, go inside where I’ll hide from the snow.
It’s a wall so I heard after all with strange stuff making up this fine wall.
Farm
There’s a farm in the valley that’s fine. You can buy there fresh veggies and wine. There are eggs there as well. Though some critters may smell, when there’s sun, then the sun loves to shine.
Whether red, maybe blue, lovely green, it is light. It is bright and serene, but I wonder if you know that light can be true? Well, I do and it’s true. I have seen.
Though some thought that it should be a crime and it was, more or less, for the time when dark poems with words like loud ravenous birds made no sense and much worse didn’t rhyme.
I have heard it’s absurd. It’s a crime to be running one’s mouth all the time. Still, mine’s running so well even whiners can tell it’s all nonsense but nonsense with rhyme.
And I’m glad that I spotted this wall.
Light and Night Rhymes with Fright
Though the light said it’s day, it was night. I could see. What a horrible sight! There were monsters out there. There were goons everywhere, but in peace I slept on through their fright.
“All the same you are just playing games.” Well, at least I am not calling names. At least now I am not. When the feuding gets hot, who knows what we will use for our flames?
Once upon a time, much like today, there lived a lad who was happy.
He was happy the next year and the next and he was even happy the year after that. One almost wondered if he would ever have a sad year, but even when it seemed like he should be having a sad year, he was happy.
People asked him why he was so happy wondering if they could be happy as well, but worried that there might be a catch or some odd requirement that would disqualify them.
He told them that a happy heart is a wonderful remedy but a broken spirit dries the bones which puzzled many figuring he really didn’t tell them anything useful, but some, even some of the puzzled ones, decided to just live happily ever after since what harm could it do? By doing so they might even witlessly check off all the requirements, if there were any, and live happily ever after.
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Denise offers the prompt word “check” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Once upon a time there lived a critter, a fish out of water, whom no one could figure out. We all knew he had problems, but he didn’t think there was anything wrong with himself, at least, nothing worth the bother of fixing.
Although he reassured us that he was fine – “just following a different drummer”, he lamely explained – how could we convince him otherwise without a proper diagnosis? So, we diagnosed him ourselves yelling: YOU’RE NUTS!
That should have solved the problem, but all it did was isolate the critter further while we went off to our regular therapy sessions and he let his problems go from bad to worse. Even after all of us went to our just deserts none of us could figure out why he kept living happily ever after.
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Denise offers the prompt word “fish” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.