Anything Helps He stood alone in the center island formed by the intersection of Kolb and 22nd Street. Sheets of white paper held in one hand flapped like seagull wings on the stirred currents of whizzing cars. The light turned red. Cars slowed and rested. Windows slid down. Elbows protruded. "Mornin', poet. “Any rhymes today? Need a giggle terrible like.” “Read yesterday's to my kids at the dinner table. Got somethin' funny?" “Mornin', Sir. I need a good cry. Touch my heart. It’s hurtin' bad sore.” He walked the line. Leaned down. Dished ‘em out. "Mornin', friend," he said. "Good to see you." “Been thinkin’ ‘bout yuh." He smiled. "Wrote this special for you." “Hope this helps,” he said. "Things are gonna get better." The light changed color. Traffic edged away like a reluctant tide going out. Some waved the words out the window in a see yuh later, kinda way— and his ribs ached from the banging goin’ on inside.
Eternity Though I've thought about it muchly, I have no idea what Heaven is like, or if I will be welcome there. I've had hunches before, but many of them proved wrong. Life carried me away from home some time ago, but I still wonder if, when my turn comes, despite my faithless life and multitude of sin, Eternity might be edited in.
Tissue When lovely spring blooms arrive after a dreary winter's gloom, and feathers tickle your nose, like pepper cast up by sweeping broom, let's be wise and sensible, and not quick remedy assume. better to be proactive, and purchase boxes of of, of, of, lilac scented ti, ti, ti- shoo! oh, nebbermind, tumbody plede padd duh dissue.
Unmerited Finery She said, “Open wide.” i did. she said, “Close down.” i did. even though i’m barely a commoner, more the peasant or serf, she treated me as Royalty, placing a crown on an exhausted molar. “thank you,” i said, and hurried home toward Buckinghorse Palace lest i be found out.
Genesis, Revised Edition In the beginning there was a constant stream of noise, and then God sat down on a wooden stool, and like grandmother, intent upon her business of snapping harvested beans for the canning jars, God broke that noise into discrete pieces called words, knowing the Tower of Babel's foundation had already been laid that we might understand each other, and laugh, and love.
Treadmill Before fitness gyms were invented, a young man's muscles usually came from helping Father lift the stones, and fetching water and firewood for Mother. All the while, Sister studied her face in the looking glass, and dreamt of the ripped Lad (apprenticed to the Smithy) holding her in his arms.
A Flower's Keeper Window sills, always willing, make steadfast gardeners.
Cobbles Speak Up "Do you envy our beauty?" the blooms asked the cobblestones. "Envy? Not at all," came the reply. "Surely our scent?" "Envy your scent? Never," came the reply. "Don't be stubborn. Our delightful shape?" "What is shape?" the cobbles asked. "Time and water made us what we are." "But humans praise us," the flowers insisted. "That is nothing," the stones answered. "They caress us each day."
Fishing With Annie Girls can't fish properly, you know. That's a crock, and you know it. Who says so? Tommy. He says girls don't like worms. You can tell Tommy that Annie likes worms a whole lot more than she likes him.
Speed Demons In our frantic dash through life, we’ve devised microwave ovens, self-checkout lanes, next day delivery, and blazing gigahertz. Thank God for slow summer days that entice sweet corn seed seven feet toward heaven, lingering kisses in the night, and the nine loving months that mother and child are one.