For Edward Duke (1953-1994), who knew something about my obsessions.
love, hosaa
for love alone
Friday, June 17, 2022
Monday, June 13, 2022
Stories My Words Tell, Part 2
Left brain, solve the puzzle. Right brain, create! Poem and story prompts from Wordling, continued. The goal is simply to stretch the brain beyond the (perhaps) random five-letter words that come to mind while solving the daily puzzle. (And spend no more time writing than solving.)
Love, hosaa
attempting a left-brain / right-brain mind meld
Friday, June 3, 2022
Stories My Words Tell; or, “Laugh” is a Five-Letter Word
A lot of my friends started Worldling before the New York Times bought the word-game software to, presumably, entice players to become subscribers. Being a late-adopter and prone to paranoia, I only gradually overcame my suspicion that NYT was really using the game to collect psycho-socio-economic data to feed into its algorithms.
To preempt Big Brother’s attempts to profile me, I’ve decided to write my own Worldle-inspired stories. Here goes nothing. (Laugh. It’s a five-letter word.)
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| May 22, 2022 - Wordle by hosaa |
June 3 (3) – A
The capitalists among us,
that precious little SHARE they’ll CHASE,
then alter their assessment
with the PHASE of the Moon.
June 3 (3) – B
In kindergarten, Jimbo said he wouldn’t SHARE.
I tried to CHASE him but he wouldn’t spill.
60 years later I know
it was just a PHASE.
June 2 (6)
That SHIRT on the SHELF
in the SHACK in the SHOPS
is much too SHOWY for me.
I’ll ask to be SHOWN another.
June 1 (3)
After midnight I know I’ll CRAVE
something sweet, maybe with CREAM.
The dilemma becomes
to open the fridge without a CREAK.
May 31 (5)
After that long and swampy war,
he rose from the MARSH to study
MACRO economics. The MAJOR, you see
aspired to become MAYOR, for he felt he was
to the MANOR born.
May 30 (4)
Over LUNCH we must not DALLY.
We rally now that we may STALL
the bombing test at Bikini ATOLL
May 29 (3)
He could not CLAIM to be a BARON
but after all,
he did own the entire BAYOU,
snakes and gators and all.
May 26 (5)
Yeah, we knew that JUDGE was a FREAK.
Let me be EXACT: He claimed his VALET
was his greatest ASSET.
May 25 (6)
The artist thought it AWFUL he was
out of UMBER, but I was worried about
his COUGH. I worried even more
about the POUCH he carried,
which he would never let me TOUCH.
For what darkened secrets hidden in it
I could not VOUCH.
May 22 (4)
Another sultry NIGHT with you
to BLEND our dreams together.
It means a lot just to ENJOY
these nights and hopes, my love,
but the pragmatist in me
needs MONEY.
May 20 (6)
That PUSHY ELBOW in the market
told me the CREAM MAKER
was just a GAMER.
May 17 (4)
You made it perfectly CLEAR, my dear,
how PETTY you then thought me
to WEIGH what it meant to be with you
something less than simply BEING.
May 14 (5)
It ain’t FRAIL to shrink your efforts
to match your available resources.
Yes, the LOCAL is EQUAL to the global,
as the tulip’s tender PETAL is
to a machine’s clanking METAL.
May 13 (4)
It wasn’t UNTIL the preacher landed
in the DRIFT that we recognized
he gladly surrendered PIETY
when he got a little TIPSY.
May 8 (4)
Whenever I finally discover
WHERE BLISS might be FOUND,
surely then I could call myself
CANNY.
Love, hosaa
playing with my word blocks
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