Tag: Travel

Communique from Cómpeta – #7

  Somewhere, over there Many thousands of miles Lies my homeland Where so much Has gone so wrong Democracy has been wounded Stabbed by the flailing blind Compelled by ignorance and fear I don’t understand How some can harbor so much hate Such indecency, festering, fertilized in the […]

The Bubble Bath: The Final Splash

New Editor’s Note: Whilst our good friend Bubbles has been in town, I have been sharing snippets from “The Bubble Bath”, a long-ass travelogue of a shared adventure from many years ago. Since Bubbles officially and finally departed Bonnywood earlier today, I thought it appropriate to share the […]

Intermission #7: The Ways in Which We Wander

Editor’s Note: We’re still in the “House of Blues” in Atlantic City. (Previous installment found here.) I have just offended Bubbles by somehow implying that she’s not my friend. Slightly-harsh words were exchanged, and Bubbles stomped into a dressing room to concoct an appropriate punishment. I was huddled […]

Past Imperfect – #85

The First Rule in Attracting a Decent Mate: Do not appear in settings where the wallpaper can overpower your mere existence. They have enough trouble finding you as it is. Harriet, left: “You fool, you went two steps too far before pausing to be noticed by the crowd. […]

Past Imperfect – #243

Note: For those of you unfamiliar with American politics, Sarah Huckabee was one of many Press Secretaries for Donald Trump… During the Depression, funding for public playgrounds dried up, so the little urchins had to make do with what they could find. Luckily, at least for Little Sarah […]

Almost Wordless Wednesday – #19

Disclaimer: The opening photo is not the selection for this week’s writing prompt. It’s just a random, placeholder snap meant to get your attention so I get can drag you further into the questionable Bonnywood web. (Although it should be mentioned that the placeholder does have a tenuous […]

Past Imperfect – #584

Later that night, the sisters at Saint Expulsia’s Convent of Cloistered Celibates were unable to sleep, probably because someone had put just a little too much sugar in the tapioca pudding served at the Chastity Dinner earlier that night. Bored and vibrating, they gathered in Sister Socialita’s spartan […]