The Ancient Willow

A while back, I wrote up a post entitled What Good is a Roll Without Butter? about my dear brother-in-law Jonathan and how we composed a poem over the course of two days via text message. Another while back, my husband, brother-in-law, and I were out on a jaunt in the little ol' white Honda, and composed... Continue Reading →

Amazing Alliteration Adventures: Act I

“Three thespians.” Sally slowly slid sideways, unsecuring her seatbelt. “These perplexing puzzles are positively peculiar.” She sighed. “This murderer’s MO might make most actors migrate.” “Chief will be chuffed,” Sybil sneered. “He hates histrionics.” Sally shook her head. “He despises depravity deeper and the paperwork pisses him.” Wilma waved from the walkway. “Detectives,” she said.... Continue Reading →

When Family Traditions Go Awry

“Oh and I bought canned whipped cream,” my mother-in-law said. “So if you want some on your pie it’s in the kitchen.” Several happy chirps rang out from the inhabitants of the table. I kept my peace. I don’t have much of a sweet tooth and that nasty spray can whipped cream is more sugar... Continue Reading →

Thanksgiving Carnage: A Sonnet

I see you laying there flat on your back, Your limbs splayed out against a metal slab. Unclothed, exposed, cold skin and muscles slack, Hands poke and pull and nip and tuck and grab. Your innards are removed and in their place, Some cruel heart replaces them with fluff. With brush in hand they paint your pallid face,... Continue Reading →

The Ol’ Sea Salt

I’m an ol’ sea salt, you can be your ARRR! I spit into the wind as it blows through me hairrr. You can’t tell me mate there’s a better, better life, Than the sea and the sky and me trusty ol’ fife. From starboard to port we be swabbin’ the deck, And me language is... Continue Reading →

What Good is a Roll without Butter?

My mother’s despaired moan came from the backseat. “They forgot the butter for my roll.” “No?” my grandmother gasped in horror. “Yes!” She dropped it back into the paper bag from which it came. “What good is a roll without butter?” she mumbled. I was driving. There was a lovely lilting rhythm to my mother’s... Continue Reading →

Johnny Johnny Jack

Johnny Johnny Jack was a hypochondriac Each ache and pain would put him in a stew. He drove his folks insane ‘bout the tumor in his brain, And how his liver function was askew. Johnny Johnny Jack was a hypochondriac. His cabinet a banquet hall of pills. A full colorful display that could chase his... Continue Reading →

The Great Escape

On a dark and stormy night, Two cows were on a mission, Wandering through the soggy fields, In search of ammunition. For farmer Jim was plotting thus, To slaughter them for meat. They knew this was their only chance, They’d have to be discreet. The ducks were watching from the wall, To warn if he... Continue Reading →

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