The Hummingbird Minuet
The hummingbirds were plentiful in Madisonville that year. I sat in the cool, still morning, Gathering my thoughts; Deciding whether to beseech or assault the d...
Category: Poetry
Really Old
One of us is really old Crotchety and demanding Forgets she’s had her dinner And yells like she’s panhandling. Friends of every stripe despair Wishi...
Stoplight Fright
Two super-sized vampires ran the red light Looking neither left nor right. Pointing pick-up trucks like spears, They raced before the dawn. Red gash lips on sno...