Showing posts with label prose poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prose poem. Show all posts

Sunday, November 5, 2023

Fictional Blackout Haibun: The Lady At the Counter #8Sunday

 

Airport terminal by Szymon Fischer on Unsplash


Today's post features a portion of the first chapter of C. L. Hart's contemporary holiday romantic fantasy novelette, morphed into a blackout poem and then a fictional Haibun. Information on this story and the anthology in which it is included appears after the poem.

The Original Snippet

Read the previous snippet from this story:

https://www.naughtynetherworldpress.com/2023/10/grounded-mfrwhooks.html

The diminutive woman at the counter looked like a Christmas elf with her shimmery silver hair trimmed in a perky pixie cut. She wore a soft, light cyan sweater and had a festive red and green cap with bells perched on her head. As soon as Macario saw the apologetic look in her neon-blue eyes, he knew he was out of luck. Yet, she was his last hope of not being stuck in Nashville overnight, so he approached her.

“Miss, I really need to get to Phoenix as soon as possible,” Macario said. “If you play poker, you need to work on your expressions, because I could tell from the look on your face that you have no cars left. However, I am also confident that you will do your best to assist a traveler in need. Do you have any suggestions?”

A little more:

“I certainly do, but we’ll need to be quick,” the sprightly lady declared. “I’m going to call my brother Dom over at Snowman Railway. I’m not guaranteeing anything because a ride to Flagstaff on the Snowman Line is always very popular, especially at this time of year. However, I have a feeling we may be able to grant your wish. Hello Dom, it’s Pika. I have a passenger here who desperately needs to get to Arizona. You do? Oh, that’s splendid! When can you be here? Thank you, Dom, you really are a sugar plum! We’ll see you in fifteen.”

The little woman disconnected the call. Her expression was joyful.

“Dom will be here to escort you to the train himself,” she said. “You really are a lucky fellow, Mister…”

“Macario Bachmeier, but you can call me Mac,” Macario said, clasping the woman’s tiny hand in his. “Thank you, Miss Pika, you are a godsend! I will certainly tell your employer how helpful you were. If anyone deserves a holiday bonus, it’s you.”

The Poem In Progress

 The diminutive woman at the counter looked like a Christmas elf with her shimmery silver hair trimmed in a perky pixie cut. She wore a soft, light cyan sweater and had a festive red and green cap with bells perched on her head. As soon as Macario saw the apologetic look in her neon-blue eyes, he knew he was out of luck. Yet, she was his last hope of not being stuck in Nashville overnight, so he approached her.

“Miss, I really need to get to Phoenix as soon as possible,” Macario said. “If you play poker, you need to work on your expressions, because I could tell from the look on your face that you have no cars left. However, I am also confident that you will do your best to assist a traveler in need. Do you have any suggestions?”

“I certainly do, but we’ll need to be quick,” the sprightly lady declared. “I’m going to call my brother Dom over at Snowman Railway. I’m not guaranteeing anything because a ride to Flagstaff on the Snowman Line is always very popular, especially at this time of year. However, I have a feeling we may be able to grant your wish. Hello Dom, it’s Pika. I have a passenger here who desperately needs to get to Arizona. You do? Oh, that’s splendid! When can you be here? Thank you, Dom, you really are a sugar plum! We’ll see you in fifteen.”

The little woman disconnected the call. Her expression was joyful.

“Dom will be here to escort you to the train himself,” she said. “You really are a lucky fellow, Mister…”

“Macario Bachmeier, but you can call me Mac,” Macario said, clasping the woman’s tiny hand in his. “Thank you, Miss Pika, you are a godsend! I will certainly tell your employer how helpful you were. If anyone deserves a holiday bonus, it’s you.”

The Finished Haibun 

The diminutive woman at the counter was his last hope.

Miss, I could tell from the look on your face that you will do your best to assist a traveler in need. Do you have any suggestions?”

I certainly do, but we’ll need to be quick. I’m not guaranteeing anything because a ride to Flagstaff on the Snowman Line is always very popular, especially at this time of year. However, I have a feeling we may be able to grant your wish. You really are a lucky fellow, Mister.”

Thank you, Miss, you are a godsend! If anyone deserves a holiday bonus, it’s you.”

when we show kindness

we bring relief to others

healing our own souls


Anthology:

For the Love of Winter

Anthology Genre:

Holiday Romance

Buy Link:

https://books2read.com/b/baqw6y

Publication Date:

December 6, 2023

Ebook Price:

$3.99 (Amazon pre-order)

Book Blurb:

Bake your cookies, light some candles, trim your trees, and be enchanted with thirteen sweet-to-spicy Chanukah, Christmas, and New Year's novellas that will sweep you from colonial days to contemporary times—each bearing a gift of happily-ever-after grand finales. This joyous collection is...

A Winter Mating by Lia Davis. He returns to Willow Glen with one goal, to claim his mate. Convincing her that she belongs to him will be his toughest challenge, but he's not above using seduction to get what he wants.

One Night at Christmas by Danica Winters. As the busy owner of a veterinary clinic, Emily Avery always has her hands full of puppies but empty of the one thing she really isn't sure she wants anyway—a man. When the kind-hearted Derek Night makes an emergency call to help his mom's naughty pup, they both must step outside of their shells and let the magic of Christmas and one mischievous pup bring them together.

The Christmas Crash by Tessa Lyons. Sparks fly when a relentless optimist and a grieving veterinarian are snowed in together at Christmas. Can they rediscover the magic of the season and find love in the most unexpected place?

His Christmas Date by Sara J. Walker. In this heartwarming story of seasoned romance, Dino Dudley and Hilde McQuire must navigate family drama and their own emotional baggage to find true love.

Jordyn's Christmas Gift by Marie Morton. Jordyn Billings, a busy marketing executive, is gifted a holiday getaway to Chateau D'Or by her family, where she discovers an unforgettable and life-changing Christmas gift.

Four Chanukahs and a Wedding by Merrie Angel. Widowed and alone in 1973, Millie explores a professional photographer's life, and stumbles upon Adam--an insatiable adventure seeker related to Jackie Kennedy. Will they find a way to ignite a flame that burns far beyond Millie's expectations and set ablaze their own festival of lights?

Recipe for Romance by Gloria Ferguson. Ashley McClain wants to win the Holiday Bake-Off with her late mom's cupcake recipe. Can she join forces with her friend and neighbor to claim the prize and a bit of romance just in time for Christmas?

Before the Rising Sun by V.L. Czerny. Their romance blighted at a colonial ball, Gertrude and Nicholas, forgetting their past acquaintance, are maneuvered by the Christmas spirit to set love loose and so refashion time's expected plans.

Unexpected Angels by C.L. Hart. Sometimes the best things come together when everything is falling apart.

Christmas Market Magic by Tessie Benton. Sydney Hawthorne hires an escort for a business date, but he's not what he appears to be, and their mutual deception sparks desire while careers hang in the balance.

A Merry White Christmas by Sally Murphy. Merry London, tasked with organizing an opulent Christmas ball for the McPhersons, faces an unexpected challenge in the form of Joel McPherson, whose fiery charm threatens to melt her icy exterior and unravel her meticulously laid plans.

Lavender and Love Restored by M.J. Gates. Chief architect Jess Carlson is restoring a haunted historic hotel and helping a friendly spirit while reclaiming her life and love before the hotel's grand reopening on New Year's Eve.

Marry Me by Midnight by Leah Miles. Navy SEAL Kendall Nelson can't manage a successful proposal, and single mom Luisa Sanchez has no time for romance.

Proceeds benefit the First Coast Romance Writers, an independent non-profit organization helping writers hone their craft and expand their knowledge of the publishing industry.



About the Author:

C. L. Hart, the owner and sole employee of Naughty Netherworld Press, is spoken of in hushed tones. She is described as The Mad Scribe of the Northeastern Colorado Plains, The Terrible Old Woman, and The Author That Should Not Be.

When not penning sanity-destroying works of dystopian fiction, Lovecraftian fantasy, or old-school horror with the occasional sweet romance thrown in to upset the cosmic apple cart, Ms. Hart enjoys creating baked goods she hopes will be considered palatable.

Ms. Hart shares a home in a remote rural town of 134 souls with her adult son and three cats. Her sense of fashion is best described as Early Twenty-First Century Unmade Bed. This disabled former nurse can usually be found arguing with herself about subplots or rehabilitating eldritch horrors.

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notes

Let's discuss the process and prompts used to create this epic work of literary art!

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/2023-november-pad-chapbook-challenge-day-5

Write a book-based poem.

What could be better than using one of my own stories?

Initially, I only intended to create a blackout poem. Then I saw that by trimming away details from the longer story, I was creating a more compact version of the same story, so I decided to go with a fictional Haibun.

I needed to create a short poem (Senryu, I guess, since it's about human nature rather than the environment or the seasons), so I consulted the trusty old Carpe Diem Haiku blog for a prompt. I'm rather pleased with the end result.

https://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2012/11/carpe-diem-33-all-souls-daymummers-dance.html

I created the illustration for the poem by adding text art and effects to the base image using Pixlr. You are welcome to share the image, but please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl if you do. A link back to this blog would also be appreciated.

By the way, I have no intention of debating with anyone whether this is a "proper" Haibun. I'm not the sort of poet or person who tends to follow exacting rules. While I don't really expect anyone to stir the shit at this point, there was a person who came around making much ado about nothing some five or six years ago, and I admit, it really bothered me. 

At that point in time, I was still quite concerned with trying to make people like me. At this point, I couldn't give a tin shit about anyone's approval or lack thereof when it comes to me or my writing. Like this poem. Don't like this poem. I don't really give a damn. I don't intend to waste my time arguing about it. 

I like to think of this poem as a C. L. Hart/Ornery Owl collaboration. Yes, they are different aspects of me. C. L. Hart is my fantasy/horror/sci-fi/weird fiction pen name and Ornery Owl is my snarky poetry persona. Nevertheless, it's a bit of an unusual circumstance when the twain meet thusly, so I say it's cause for acknowledgment.

The following videos really have nothing to do with the poem. This was just what I was listening to while I was creating it.

https://odysee.com/@Jeff_Rush:0/Skinny-Puppy---Cleanse-Fold-and-Manipulate-%28Remastered%29-%281987%29-001:0?r=GTwnGJ4fFBQfzuJgpHVpfKBKaC9b8B16








Monday, November 7, 2022

November PAD Challenge 2022: Day 7: Adapt or Die

 

"Adapt or die, foolish little fool!" the intimidating alien rumbled.

I, however, refused to be shaken, no matter how he grumbled.

"Hah!" I snorted. "For something so impressive in appearance, you certainly lack cleverness.

"Anyone can see that I am far from little.

"My ass is large, and so is my middle."

"Yes, and you've had to find the key to adapting to such undesired conditions, haven't you?" the being inquired pensively. 

"Your luck has not been exactly stellar, wouldn't you agree?

"What you found when you were transported over the rainbow was not what you hoped to see.

"When you shuffled off to the pier to see if your sacred ship had come in,

"Mawkish mediums informed you that your destiny was arriving at the airport too far in the distance for you to find redemption."

"Indeed, and when I asked them to elaborate, they promised to do so for a small fee equal to several of my paychecks," I replied. "I had a suspicion that they might have lied, so I decided I didn't care a shingle for their advice and proceeded to do things my way from that day forward."

"And how is that working out for you?" the alien, who now suspiciously resembled Dr. Phil, pressed.

"Probably better than the flashy fairy tale I once believed was my destiny," I sentimentally surmised, as glimmers of dreams of what might have been glittered in my eyes, overflowing down my face. "I'm pleased that I'm not surrounded by fake people to annoy me, but there have been times in my life when loneliness threatened to destroy me.

"I've discovered first-hand that no one cares how the disabled, elderly, and downtrodden fare.

"If you aren't young and you aren't pretty, nobody wants to see you anywhere.

"The liberal elite as much as the rigid right would prefer that the likes of me die and decrease the surplus population.

"Society cares only about the up-and-coming, not those nearing their destination.

"Age bias is rampant, the outsides given more weight than what lies within.

"If I were at all religious, I'd say it's a goddamn sin.

"Being a caustic agnostic, I'll just say it's a crying shame.

"Every year I hope for improvement, and every year it's always the same."

"Yet still you keep on kicking," the alien said, impressed. "I hope to meet more folk like you in my travels--ugly, angry, disabled, fat old women are the best!"

As the alien took off in his spaceship, I couldn't help but grin.

If we'd care more about what's on the inside, a better world could begin.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Ornery Owl
Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors


Free use image by Clkr Free Vector Images on Pixabay

Hangry Wyrm sez:
"I really ate this story up. Five out of five stars! Can we have breakfast now?"


Get your groove on with this melodic deep house mix.

Here's the link in case you can't see the player.




Here's another Deep House mix in case you happen to be bogged down with formatting an hour later. Like, you know, not me. I never get bogged down with formatting, or editing, or, you know, anything, because I'm completely perfect and do everything right the first time. First draft? Hah! You mean only draft, Sunshine, because I'm just that good!

I'm off to find someplace to hide my metric butt-ton of bullshit now. Here's the link in case you can't see the player. 


notes and prompts used


The prompt requests:
"For this challenge, let’s go on a wild walk together. Report on what you’ve found and the lessons you’ve learned."

While my piece did not address nature as such, it addresses the sometimes difficult lessons I've learned about myself in my nearly 60 years walking this planet. I honestly don't think I would have survived those "Hollywood dreams" I had in my youth. I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned.


Today's challenge asks participants to create a poem about adaption.


I almost forgot about this prompt. I'll probably play catch-up with it over the next few days. Today's suggestion is:

"Another form of being has just communicated something to you...Write down 5-10 words, to fix the moment forever in your mind then use those words to write about something else."

This prompt gave me the idea of the alien communicating with me.


Word List

key

rainbow

distant/distance

shuffle

transport/ed

shingle

redemption

pier

mediums

sacred

elaborate

suspicion

also sharing with



Friday, September 30, 2022

30 Days of Haiga 2022: Seeds of Me

 


Most afternoons during those bad old golden rule days, I slipped off in my mind to an enchanted world beyond the walls of the prison posing as a school. Knowing I would never be accepted by my peers and that my father and mother would always chide me to be better organized, I furrowed my brow and clutched tight to a vital metaphysical symbiosis between me and a group of people I had never met.

Their world was filled with singing. Mine was filled with the pain of knowing I would forever be the outsider. I was scolded for daydreaming when I should be listening to the lecture, but I refused to stop. Given the choice, what would you do?

When I look now, it makes me sad and angry that my dreams were considered weeds rather than seeds.

such a stupid girl

she can't do anything right

she’s just so simple

152 words

notes

Thank you to Xenia Tran of D'Verse Poets for the Haibun Monday prompt. I didn't write a Haibun about September, but I did write a Haibun for the end of my 30 Days of Haiga in Sepbember.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/26/haibun-monday-september-song/

Thank you to Brendan of Earthweal for the Ekphrasis prompt. Granted, the image I used isn't nature-related unless you count the unfortunate nature of human beings to ostracize those who are mostly harmless but don't quite play by the rules.

https://earthweal.com/2022/09/26/earthweal-weekly-challenge-ekphrasis-earth/

Thank you to Sue at My Just So Story for the Words for Wednesday prompt.

https://myjustsostory.blogspot.com/2022/09/words-for-wednesday-2892022.html

Thank you to Gerd Altmann from Pixabay for the image I selected to use as the Haiga background.

https://pixabay.com/illustrations/bullying-stress-head-brain-think-2778163/

I created the Haiga using Pixlr.com

You are welcome to use the Haiga, but please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl and provide a link back to this blog.

With that, the 30 Days of Haiga for 2022 marches away into the sunset, but I'll be back for OctPoWriMo. I'm a masochist like that.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Image by Alexa from Pixabay
Yeah, I know, it's early. 
But when you have a face like mine, every day is Halloween.


"Did somebody say Halloween?"
(Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors)
Hangry Wyrm is only here for the candy, let's be real.




Tuesday, September 13, 2022

30 Days of Haiga 2022: Honey and Peace

 


For greedy corporations and corrupt governments, it will be business as usual until it’s business no more because the sea has risen too high and all the bees are dead.

I would like the world to switch from fossil fuels to green energy.

Let the sun and wind heat our homes and recharge electrical batteries for our vehicles.

Let us make trains a viable means of transportation again so there is less reliance on automobiles.

Before I depart this world, I’d like to see the watermelon snow.

I’d like to insure the safety of the seed vault in Svalbard.

I’d like to save the sea ice, preserving the life of polar bears and penguins.

I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.

we guard what we love

why do we not love the world?

it's our only home.

144 Words

notes

I created the Haiga with Pixlr.com using a free image by Peter Fischer on Pixabay. 

https://pixabay.com/photos/icebear-penguin-arctic-antarctic-3277930/

You are welcome to use the Haiga, but please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl and provide a link back to this blog.

I used the following prompts in creating the Haibun.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/12/prosery-when-it-comes-to-katherine-riegel/

Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line from the poem.

“I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace,” from the poem What I would like to grow in my Garden.

https://earthweal.com/2022/09/12/earthweal-weekly-challenge-a-celebration-of-life-for-ice/

For this week’s challenge, contribute to a celebration of life for ice. 

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2022/09/11/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-229/

Prompt word: Guard

I hope my Haibun measures up to the challenges presented, more or less.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~



Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors


Monday, April 4, 2022

April PAD Challenge/NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 4


Good morning. Here is your Soundtrack Inspiration for the fourth day of NaPoWriMo/April PAD Challenge.

Here is the link in case you can't see the player.


Here are the prompts that I used to create today's poem entitled "How to Write a Catch-Up Poem As Explained by a Superior Alien Overlord," which I dedicated to that master of speculative fiction in cool black and white tones, Rod Serling.

Write a (surrealist) poem in the form of a poetry prompt.

Write a catch-up poem.

I may not be back tomorrow. When I proved myself incapable of performing the necessary Sextonian mathematics to satisfy the alien overlord's poetic request, he asked me to bring him his favorite cookbook. Its title?


~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Darkmoon_Art from Pixabay








Sunday, November 14, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: Autumnblings and All That

 

Image by dandelion_tea from Pixabay

This piece is as heavy as a Chevy and contains potentially triggering subject matter. If you would prefer not to read such poetry, this is your warning to give it a miss.

💧

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in and found myself in a mess once again.

I wasn't blue this morning, but I am now, in spite of autumnblings and things I love. 

I don't mind taking steps down a meandering path, exploring nature in an introspective way; I'm just tired of the blues, the reds, and the pinks, and spending afternoons wrapped in a blanket of melancholy and remorse, my breath swaddled in a stabbing ache that spreads throughout my chest; I haven't a clue as to why I am an icy legend, never as light as a feather.

If I could alleviate this ache in my heart of stone by drinking an effervescent brew and setting a few enchanted candles alight, I would be fine every day.

As a morose teenager, I admonished myself that because my family life didn't consist of daily beatings leaving my body wrapped in a dark rainbow of bruises, and I wasn't being used as a blow-up doll by male relatives, and no one directly called me stupid or untalented or said in so many words that I was damaged goods or a waste of oxygen that I wasn't being abused and was a selfish brat for feeling unhappy when so many people had lives so much worse than mine.

The spectre of sadness, discouragement, and mistreatment unresolved refuses to acknowledge me; I look in the mirror and see a repulsive, broken husk laden with wasted potential. 

~ornery owl has spoken~

notes
Once again, the poem is autobiographical. Poetry is cheaper than therapy and I don't have to drive anywhere to do it. I just have to sit my ass down at my workstation, aka on my hard-earned adjustable bed, in front of my computer screen, and bleed from my heart.

Maybe this doesn't happen as much anymore, but there was a trend a few years back for people to begin comments on works such as this one with "I hope this isn't autobiographical..." and it really pissed me off.

Of course, nobody but a sadist wants other people to have experienced awful things. But beginning a comment on a work where the author has poured out their heart and soul with "I hope this isn't autobiographical" comes off as meaning "I hope you aren't going to upset anybody, and by anybody, I mean me, by writing something like this and having it be true." This admonition has the effect of making the author feel guilty for sharing their truth, thus shaming them into silence.

In my opinion, poetry must be allowed to bleed. Sure, I write silly poems and gratitude poems sometimes. But if I can't bleed out the darkness, it remains inside me and festers. It will come out somehow. Hemorrhaging it out through writing allows its release as opposed to self-medicating or self-harm, which was my means of dealing with the trauma within for two decades.

prompts

Prompt: Family life

Prompt: Just Dropped In To See What Condition My Condition Was In

Prompt: Write a (Blank) That poem

Prompt: Write a prose poem


Prompt: Blanket



The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)


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Sunday, April 11, 2021

Two Perspectives

 

Image by Steve Buissinne from Pixabay


A Letter from Cie to the Cosmic Bakery
Dear Cosmic Chef,
Was it fair of you to make me a mind that loves cooking up big dreams but has no freedom to fulfill them?

I asked you to make me pretty so that all of my dreams would come true.

I wanted to cook up amorous adventures with many handsome men on my dance card.

The door chime would jingle merrily, and there would be Tom or Dick or Harry, or Bill or George, or maybe Joe.

Or maybe my friend Sue would ring me, and we'd make merry on a double date with our charming cookies.

I'd only keep company with sophisticated Jimmies, never silly sausages playing a lame game, trying to tame me and keep me tethered to a stove.

My star would shine bright like sugar sparkles beneath the Hollywood sign.

The crowds would ooh and ahh as I strode down the red carpet in my chiffon gown with my honey-gold locks, gleaming smile, and soft, peaches-and-cream skin.

And when I found my Mr. Right, I would settle down in a delicious mansion with a panoramic view.

I would have my pick of the most substantial parts in the tastiest movies.

And, of course, my multitudes of adoring fans would drool over me.

In retrospect, I can see why you thought Hollywood was wrong for my tastes.

But why didn't you see fit to give me even a morsel of talent?

Or even the smallest sprinkling of pizazz?

I understand that people dislike me because I have the personality of mildewed marzipan.

I could accept the fact that only the most half-baked mind could envision me as erotic.

But giving me the appearance of a blob of gritty icing atop a melted ice cream cake left sitting in the sun?

I won't stand for it, and I demand a refund.

Cie the Ornery Old Lady

A Reply from the Cosmic Bakery

Dear Cie,
Apologies for cooking you up ahead of or behind your time and delivering you to the wrong Universe. It was unfortunate timing that the good men were already taken and you were related to the ones who hadn't been snapped up. We will try to improve our delivery on future orders. 

We were bored with the surplus of bland, attractive dishes on your Universe's menu, so we stirred up a blend of uncommon attributes to create the unique stew that is you. Admissibly, you are an acquired taste that most individuals will not acquire. We cannot be held responsible for the lack of taste in the residents of your Universe.

We are unable to issue a refund at this late date, but we promise a deep discount on future orders. We trust that you will understand.

Sincerely,
Your Cosmic Chefs




Write a prime number poem.
There are two--count 'em--two perspectives.




Write a two-part poem in the form of the exchange of letters.
Will wonders never cease? I actually did this!

card
chime
erotic
found
game
lame
shine
sign
soft
tame
tethered



FUSS
ICING
PANORAMIC

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)


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Saturday, October 15, 2016

OctPoWriMo 2016: Day 15: Blue and More


Blue and More

 Beautiful Gerry with your unearthly blue eyes
Or are they gray or green or all of the above?
They change color depending on the light
I don't think you were made from the stuff of this world
My love

From Pepper Baiij
For Gerry Clifford

Form: Free verse, prose poem, love poem

https://poetsonthepage.blogspot.com/