Came Back as a Chicken
For all my finger lickin’, I came back as a chicken. I ate a thousand wings, now I’m one of those things. I’m paying for those benders when I ate many tenders. Did not realize … Read more
Monthly Archives: August 2016
Holy Cows
Embattled cattle graze and wander, chew their cud all day. Rolling eyes, they sit and ponder, searching for the way. Holy cow. Zen is now. Udderly awake. This is bull. When they’re full. they’re turned … Read more
Old Cats
Old cats in black boots and dirty jackets sit around a fire, burning tire, pass around a hit. They talk of Eisenhower, Vietnam and J.F.K., of families and old friends who are not around today. … Read more
Spotted Uncle
Robin spied a spotted uncle on her way to the Dansk outlet. He flitted from branch to branch, his silvered wrists aflutter. She’d once thought him a nuthatch, but he’d grown into himself. She would … Read more