PHOBIA · 7 March 2026
Piranhas keep me out of the lake
Heebee jeebees come for goodness sake
Other irrational fears help keep me
Back from claiming my destiny
Intense fears, they come unbidden
At other times, they all stay hidden.
PHOBIA
Part of my fears
Heap up tears
Over the years
Become more fears
I cry more tears
At irrational fears.
phobia
Pleasantly calm I am becoming
Healthy fears are now forthcoming
Out with always people evading
Becoming brave, fear is fading
I am finally realizing
A life is worth actualizing.
[Write an acrostic poem in which the first letter of each line spells out the word ‘phobia’.
DailyPrompt prompt.]
© 2026 Michael T. Miyoshi
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Quit Wiggling · 28 February 2026
“Quit wiggling! You’re driving me crazy!”
“But I always wiggle.”
“Exactly!” She sighed.
“Okay. I’ll try.”
It did not take long before…
“Quit wiggling!”
“Oh. Sorry.”
He was still for quite a while.
“Quit it!”
“What am I doing now? I stopped wiggling. Just for you.”
“I know! And now, you’re too still!”
It was his turn to sigh.
[Begin your story with one character’s small habit driving the protagonist crazy.
DailyPrompt prompt.]
© 2026 Michael T. Miyoshi
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Running out of Blog Posts... Not · 21 February 2026
It seems that I am running out of blog posts. But I am certain that cannot be true. After all, I just write about life. My life really. The good. The bad. And certainly, the embarrassing.
I have been blogging weekly for nearly twenty years. Which is hard to believe in and of itself. I mean really. Most people would have given up by this time. Even with my few faithful readers (both real and imaginary). Or maybe especially since I have so few readers. Even though they are faithful. I guess I am just a glutton for punishment. Or maybe I am just a glutton. (Which is a completely different story.)
I do remember when I started this weekly blog. I was thinking that it would be my path to fame and fortune. At least to fortune. I figured that I could stay under the radar and avoid the fame part. I mean how many authors could anybody really pick out of a lineup anyway? But alas. So far, I have avoided both the fame and the fortune. Not even a little infamy so far. Which I suppose is a good thing.
The funny thing is that regardless of how little fame I have achieved with my far-reaching blog (I actually have had real readers from all over the world) and how few people I have reached with my platform, I still do it. In fact, I still enjoy doing it. It is not just that I still believe I have a duty to put out a blog post each week. It is not even that I still think I have a contract to uphold with my readers and myself. No. The real reason that I keep writing this silly blog is because I still enjoy it. And as I have said before, writing is like breathing for me. If I am not writing six days a week, I feel like I am missing out on an important part, a necessary part, of my life.
I am not sure when this necessity to write hit. If you have read my blog for long, you might know that I started just writing one day a week. I would sit at my computer on a Saturday and pound out a piece, edit it, then, post it. All within an hour or so. It was great. Okay. Well, it was probably not that great. I mean, how much quality writing can you really do in an hour or so? And how well can you edit something you just wrote? I suppose I could go back and see. But it might be best to leave well enough alone.
At any rate.
I do know that there came a time when I had to start writing more than just one day a week. Whether that was just a little while after I started blogging or quite some time, I am not sure. But I do know that my goal of becoming rich and famous for blogging had evaporated by then. I was sure that my posts were going out into the ether never to be seen again. I was also sure that regardless of whether anybody read anything that I had written, I was still accomplishing something. I was still establishing a body of work. And that, at least, was something.
Well, I have probably written too much about writing in this blog and in this particular blog post. But that is okay. I enjoy writing about writing. Even though it is not my favorite subject. Still, I guess it just goes to show that I am not really running out of blog posts. I can still write over five hundred words about nothing in no time flat. And maybe that means something. But if not, that is okay. Because even when I feel like I am running out of blog posts, I just start writing and find out that I am not.
© 2026 Michael T. Miyoshi
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