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 →

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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.  

True Love

True Love   “You want to do WHAT?” “Marry him.” “But… he’s fictional—” “And perfect.” “And I wrote him into existence.” “Romantic, isn’t it. I just can’t wait to—” “BUT HE’S NOT REAL.” “So what?” “So what what? Are you going to put the book on the altar and…” “Yes. Won’t it be wonderful: I... Continue Reading →

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