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 →
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.
I. Morning Rewind the grey dots on the pavement. Drop them up into the sky, Higher, higher to their pinprick pockets in the clouds. Pockets where, for a brief moment, the light peaks through the grey undersky—a split-second split for spilt light to slice through. Rewind the grey dots to take their places in the... Continue Reading →
The apple tree and me. The two of us: me, beneath the tree but not in the shade; the tree, beneath the sun but not in the light. Clouds over me and the apple tree, which makes three: the clouds, the apple tree, and me. Or four—if you count the sun. But really,... Continue Reading →