dailyprompt

  • Scrolling Isn’t Breathing

    I use social media the way I use salt-just enough to taste, never enough to live on. bb grey It’s Easter Sunday. I was woken not by an alarm, but by a quartet of birds playing something between a minuet and a dream—somewhere between Debussy and the dripping hush of a new morning. It’s easy

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  • Footnotes at 1:30 am

    Footnotes at 1:30 am

    Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind. At precisely 1:30 a.m., I made the kind of discovery no archaeologist dreams of: the third shard of glass embedded delicately into the bottom of my unsuspecting bare foot. I jumped back like a startled ballerina, teetering heroically on one leg as my hand, still

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  • The Art of Quitting: Knowing When to Walk Away

    “Winners quit fast, quit often, and quit without guilt”― Seth Godin, The Dip Knowing when to quit. I’ll never forget stumbling across Seth Godin’s book, The Dip, and hitting a line that stopped me cold: “Some of the most successful people are the best quitters.” My brain did a double-take. Growing up with immigrant parents who

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  • Five Small Mercies

    Five Small Mercies

    1. WritingThe act of pressing words onto a page is akin to listening to one’s own pulse. It is confession without penance, conversation without interruption. Sometimes the words echo back, sometimes they dissolve into silence—but the page never judges, only receives. A therapist who never bills by the hour. 2. ReadingBooks are the only form

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  • Dog-Eared

    Dog-Eared

    “Failures” The floor was litteredwith the pamphlets of his life—grease-stained,nicotine-yellowed,some with rust-colored pagesthat might’ve been bloodor last Tuesday’s spaghetti. He knew them allby heart: The Novella of Near-MissesBrochures of Bad Decisionsthat fat volumeRegrets: Collector’s Edition But the one he keptin his back pocket,worn soft as old money,was called Failures. Negative title.Positive readership. He could quote

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  • a tamed Husband

    a tamed Husband

    When it comes to the grand menagerie of pets, I’d argue the husband takes the crown—both as the best and, oh, the absolute worst. A tamed husband is a marvel, a domesticated beast of burden and delight, trotting faithfully at your side. He’ll fetch the groceries, scrub the dishes, and nod to your every whim

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  • “Know thyself”

    “Know thyself”

    (Greek: Γνῶθι σεαυτόν) By improving myself.

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  • Lessons

    Lessons

    How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic? “You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can’t fool all of the people all of the time.” –Lincoln This cuts both ways and showed to be true.

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  • No Plaques, Please

    No Plaques, Please

    I’ve retired from naming shit after myself. The last one ended in a divorce decree and a lawyer’s bill. A building, park, or library wing? Yeah, I can see it now—crumbling foundations, overgrown weeds, or a dusty annex no one visits. Hard pass.

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  • Trip’n

    Trip’n

    Struttin’ Your StuffYou’re struttin’ your stride,threads loud and bright,pants huggin’ tight,feelin’ just right.Shirt’s a snug tease,assets in view,glidin’ with ease,king of the crew. Think John Travolta,Stayin’ Alive on blast,(beat thumps—boom, you’re fast),head bobbin’ side to side,back and forth, so fly,every eye’s glued,you’re the guy. Boom, boom,chakka, chakka,strut’s in full swing,you’re owning everything—then your big toe-tipsnags

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