Tick-less Inaudible clacking of clavier keys. Inarticulate tapping of talons on eves. Chattering leaves, grey in the gutter. A battery wilts while watch hands sputter. Jostling toothpicks in kitchenette drawers— I hear them all. The universe snores. —M.M.
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 →
Whenever the catacombs have come up in conversations or stories, I've always wondered where they came from. It's a little odd to have miles of underground networks tunnels full of bones underneath a bustling city. Today I learned where they came from. So what exactly are the Paris catacombs? Simply put, the catacombs are a... Continue Reading →
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 →
Will You Still Kiss Me? I’m sorry. I should have realized by the color of the stripes and the softness of the bristles that it was your toothbrush. -M.M. image by iStock
The newspaper said he died yesterday. He was at home in bed. It said he passed away in his sleep, but I bet if you’d have asked him, he’d have said he passed away in a dream and woke up the better for it. The reporter didn’t mention it, but I heard they found a... Continue Reading →
Write letters filled with meaning, Something truly worth the reading, Words that wriggle with repeating On the cold and dying page. Paint a picture worth the seeing, A creation worth the being, Hold the moment back from fleeing On into the endless age. Something truly worth the reading On into the endless age. -M.M.
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you! we sang to my brother when he’d just turned two. Make a wish and blow out the candle, we said. He took a big breath and his face turned bright red. Then he let it all go and blew out the flame. He reached for the cake... Continue Reading →