no mother, i will not eat your green beans,
for i choose
on my own behalf
all day and night
through and through.
I will wear my tin
on the table.
I will not
Nor will I drink
because it tastes
from now on
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Augustus won his first pie eating contest today.
In an attempt for success,
he gorged down the three pies before him,
resisting the urge to ingest the tin.
First prize was a heap of olive bills,
that tarnished pail that supposedly had inscribed
and his 15 minutes of fame.
That was plenty for Augustus--
and primarily the reason he entered.
It was his mother’s wistful desire
to reside in a queen’s palace
rather than that dilapidated excuse for a house.
Augustus cared for his frail mother,
and in her last days he was certain to fulfill her last wishes. Read more »
It was 1865, New York City, we where being pushed along "Go on, single file, then!" yelled the Witch. Thats what we called her. And it fit her personality, cruel and brutal. The steam rolled out of the smoke stacks on the train, like clouds trapped in what felt like the wrong place, as if trapped in a grimy sky of a train station.
YWP, in an effort to keep you entertained and engaged, is going to be posting a photo a day -- YWP time, that is -- for you to write about. Make it up. Have fun with it. Create a story, an essay, a ballad, whatever. Here's the first by photographer Tim Gruber. Choose photo prompt genre; insert keyword: #1
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