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About trentpmcd

Trent P. McDonald Musician, composer, author, photographer, general creative.

Together #writephoto

Photo by Sue Vincent

The water was smooth, tranquil, barely a ripple.  It was as if the mighty ocean had turned to glass.

Michael smiled at the quiet irony.

It had been a turbulent few days.  Wave after wave after wave had thrashed at them, ever since the news had broken. Chaos reigned supreme.

Funny that the sea was so still.

He felt the familiar, warm squeeze on his hand and squeezed back. Margret was looking off into the distance, but he knew her thoughts mirrored his, as the still waters mirrored the placid sky.

After all of these years, they almost thought as one. Continue reading

A bird of a Different Color ;)


PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

I’m sure you have heard of the Bluebird of Happiness.  You may have even know the Chicken of Despair*.

I was visited by a different bird.

After the great success of my opening lines from last week’s FF, I thought I had made the big time.  Fame and fortune couldn’t be far behind.

I was lulled by the tapping of the old Underwood, but the taps continued even after I lifted my hands.

I turned.

It was at the window, watching.

When it caught my eye, the Mockingbird of Mocking started its song:

“It was a dark and stormy night….”


* The Chicken of Depression is from a Far Side comic strip, but I like the name Chicken of Despair better…

Note – Last week I started The Great American Novel with those words…


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Douglas M. MacIlroy. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

A Limerick for Our Times ;)

The Thinker

I often post poems and such in the comment section of other people’s blogs and very rarely repost them on my blog.  Yeah, often it is awful poetry on Chelsea’s Terrible Poetry posts, so I guess I can be excused for not claiming them.  Last week and again today I posted Limerick’s on Esther’s blog.  The more I thought about it, the more I liked one of today’s limericks, so I decided I need to put it here, on my own blog.  You know, take ownership of the bit of silliness…

Oh, in case you were wondering, yes, it is a bit adult in nature, but no named body parts ;)

So here it is, my Limerick for Our Times:

There once was a swinger from Bangalore
Who thought isolation a great big bore
Since sex with a stranger
Puts lives in danger
He couldn’t have fun anymore

I hope this caused a bit of a smile ;)

The Weekly Smile for 3/30/2020 #weeklysmile


It’s been one of those days.

Someone stole my mood ring.  I don’t know how I feel about that.  I broke my scale, a real weighty problem, let me tell you! I couldn’t get my car out of “Park”, so I’ve just been idling all day. And then my joke about letting the air out of my tire fell flat.  Which reminds me, what do you get if you drop a piano down a mine shaft?  Ab minor.  Get it?  Ab, that is musical symbols for A-flat? And the minor chord? So, a flat miner, like someone who works in a … oh, never mind.  See? What did I tell you about my lack of timing today?  It’s been going on since I lost my watch…


Paraphrasing an old Calvin and Hobbes comic strip (I do that a lot…): Continue reading

The Weekly Smile Recap 3/23 – 3/29/2020


I think we need our smiles right now more than ever, and if you feel the same, you have come to the right place ;)  Last week a lot of great smiles came in.  Why don’t you click on some of the links below and see for yourself?

Trent’s World
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking
Natalie the Explorer
Ruth Scribbles
that little voice
A Day in the Life
Ruth Blogs Here
Picture Retirement
Change is Hard
Does Writing Excuse Watching?

See?  Quite a few great smiles!  As to this week’s smiles, well, I hope to have a new post up in about an hour.

What made you smile?

If We Were Having Coffee on the 28th of March, 2020


Hello and Welcome!  Come on in… Ooops, stop, hold it.  Let’s sit out here at the picnic table on the patio.  I know, there is a lot of snow, but this area stays a freezer at least 10 degrees colder than anywhere else.  Great for the summer, but..  It is warming up and is a beautiful day, so we can enjoy it out here.  I’ll get you a large mug of super strong dark roast, a cuppa tea, hot cocoa or other beverage to keep you warm  Funny, I have seen a lot of people sitting on their porches recently even when it is below freezing.  They live by socializing, but are trying to be safe.  Oh, were are we?  Some of you may recognize that photo at the top as being in New Hampshire.

OK, first, yes, we did have 8 inches of Snow Monday into Tuesday, but that is an old photo at the top of the post.  Most of the snow was gone by the end of the day.  Here is a photo from Tuesday late-morning: Continue reading

Not as Much Fun as it Looks


PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

Quit complaining!
Wait, it will g_t b_tt_r.
Ev_ryon_ has to do it.
R_ally, w_ all do
Trust m_, it’s for the b_st
You n_ _d to l_arn pati_nc_!

Damn lowercase “e”!

Suzanne took the page out of the beat-up old typewriter.  Piece of junk.  Not worth fixing. She couldn’t image putting up with such a quaint monstrosity. Never.

She was bored.  What could you do while stuck at home?  She found the ancient beast.  She tried her hand at an acrostic about social distancing. Yuck.  She tried using every letter in a paragraph. Boring.

In desperation, she even tried Friday Fictioneers. ;)


Double dipping this week…


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Jeff Arnold. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.




The snow may fall
On new spring flowers
A blanket
Of winter gone by

The clouds may build
In great black towers
To the eye

The world may shake
Even the greatest powers
For all
Must one day die

But I look up
With hope that never sours
And see
The big blue sky


The snow may fall
On new spring flowers
But life

Will always try


We had 8 inches of snow yesterday. Today, it is almost gone.

The Book Within Me


PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

The dull patina of the ancient Underwood drew me in. I caressed a key, imagining the scent of Egyptian spice; cardamom and aniseed.

Thyme? A pun?

I sat.

No bottle of bourbon present, but a glass of red wine would work.

I smiled to myself.

This time out of time, this bit of social distancing, would be exactly what I needed. I would use the sequester to my advantage and create The Great American Novel!

Paper in, enticing me with its blankness, the words began to flow.  I could feel it, my masterpiece:

“It was a dark and stormy night.”


Hats off to that great novelist, Snoopy ;)

(Note – I’ve been away from Friday Fictioneers for a few weeks.  Actually, from blogging in general… Glad to be back.)


Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Jeff Arnold. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.