When the Heatwave Hit Nebraska

When the heatwave hit Nebraska the cows keeled over dead— Not really dead, but nearly dead, (at least that’s what the farmers said) when the heat wave hit Nebraska. When the heatwave hit Nebraska the cornfields went bone dry— Not real bones, just dirt and stones. The baking skies were filled with moans when the... Continue Reading →

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My Math Brain Fell Apart

My math brain fell apart again and now I can’t be sure, whether nine is more than ten ‘cause nine is spelled with four, and ten is spelled with three, and three is spelled with five, and five is spelled with four again, which shows how I arrive at thinking nine’s the same as five,... Continue Reading →

I Call this Poem!

You can’t have this poem. I called it first. Shotgun. No do-overs. Can’t be reversed. It’s mine—finders keepers. It’s mine—pinky swear. It’s mine—losers weepers. Sorry. Life isn’t fair. I thought it first. I went and picked it. You sure you still want it? That’s why I licked it. -M.M.  

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