forest fire nearby
forest life flees the burn
now it’s amidst us

for Ragtag Daily Prompt


what’s the message to a country
in this case the u.s.
when its national symbol
can’t find trout to eat in yellowstone
and has to resort to ducks and furry mammals

for Word of the Day Challenge


The win, worse than a loss.

for Six Word Story Prompt


ice melts tundra warms
animals adapt too slow
there is no haven

for Weekend Writing Prompt

Spell of Invisibility

Photo credit: Image by loulou Nash from Pixabay

to become unseen first remove your clotheen
this spell does not work on your tutu or muumuu

if you’re a kid don’t you dare become bare
spells come from hell so you have messed up
get back dressed up

now that you grownups are naked it’s time to get bak-ed
find some prime chronic and smoke it like tonic

repeat that last step, beth, but this time with meth
now crunched, dude, you got to get krunked

repeat that last step, bloke, but this time with coke
now blowed, vato, you got to get throwed

and now you’re ready to go, baby
and i don’t mean maybe

walk out on the street
go on
no one can see you
but take it slow, bro

note: avoid invisibility cloaks. your feet hang out.

for Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest


Hello, all.

After my visit to the gold vault in Switzerland, I flew to Mongolia and took the Trans-Mongolian Railway to Sükhbaatar on the country’s northern border with Russia. I have interests southeast of there in the Gatsuurt and Boroo gold mines via a private company in Singapore.

I maintain a pied a terre in Sükhbaatar (not to be confused with Sukhbaatar, a district in Ulaanbaatar) because of my Genghis Khan DNA.

It’s a modest neighborhood and bitterly cold a lot of the time, but my place is cozy.

Of course, half of Europe’s males have Genghis Kahn DNA, but not as much as I do. Plus, I’m fluent in Mongolian. Since it’s a typical agglutinative language, it was easier for me to learn since I’m also fluent in Turkish and Basque.

I have a wife and three kids in town, but I don’t make a big deal of it.

for What Pegman Saw