Tick-less — Poem

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.

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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 →

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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